[fic] Golden Sky (30_Kisses Rory/Ana #5)
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jenioctaviaTitle: Golden Sky
Pairing: Rory/Ana
Fandom: Paredolia Omniverse
Theme: #5 - "Ano, sa..." ("Hey, you know...")
Note: All titles are based off songs or actual song titles. (Smile.DK - Golden Sky)
Disclaimer: Paredolia Omniverse is a joint project, with all characters being written with the creator's consent. No characters are meant to resemble people, real or fictional. All writing is done for fun, not profit. Anything else copyrighted that is used is also for entertainment and not meant to rip off the original creator in any way.
Golden Sky
"Tell me again, Ana, why we're even out here?"
"To prove that you're a hypocrite?"
"What?"
A soft twitter of humor lifted through the still, warm late spring evening air, from beneath a lush blossoming cherry tree that sat atop a hill bathed in golden light from the setting sun that had begun sinking below the far away city sky line. Out there no cars could be heard rushing past, and only the soft sounds of nature permeated their surroundings. For all the hustle and bustle of where they lived, it had been a comfort to know that peace could be found just a short jaunt away.
Rory sat up from where he lay on the gentle slope, brushing irritating blades of grass off his jacket as he lifted an eyebrow at his red haired companion. A smile remained permanently affixed to her features, the faintest of her laugh still remaining in her vivid eyes that lit up a beautiful mix of green and golden in the sunlight.
"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean, Ana?"
"Oh, come on, Rory, how can you not see it?"
"See what?"
Heaving her own partial sigh, Ana joined him in sitting up, placing hands behind her back for balance while her gaze returned to the flicker of the setting orange orb in the sky.
"You've told me on more than one occasion that I work too much, spend too many hours in the office, ectera ectera. And yet what do you all the time?"
Rather than answer, Rory simply stared at her, the same eyebrow remaining lifted and even creeping just slightly higher in mildly irritated questioning.
"Okay, admittedly that was a bit harsh, calling you a hypocrite," Ana relented, one shoulder shrugging lazily.
"Just a little, not that I'd expect anything less from you, O Wondrous Manager of Much Wrath and Vengeance. Now what exactly were you getting at?"
"I'll ignore the fact that you left out 'sometimes benevolent' and go ahead and tell you. What I was getting at, exactly, was that you jump all over my case for spending too much time at work, when you do exactly the same thing, holing yourself up in the recording booth or writing room, scribbling notes like not doing so would signal the end of the world or something."
"Woman, I am making progress!" Rory exclaimed, indignant and appearing very much insulted at the insulation that the two of them were both on the same level of needing intervention by Work-A-Holic's Anonymous. To that, Ana could only laugh loudly again, her voice ringing off the stillness of the hill and the nature surrounding them.
"See! See, you just proved my point!"
Mouth opened slightly, then creaked shut like a rusty gate in need of oil seconds later, jaw setting and lips pressing tightly together while he stared intently at the redhead at his side.
Sufficiently defeated, no witty comeback or banter seeming good enough to counter the point that she'd won in a single short sentence, Rory grunted and turned his attention to the spanning cityscape below them as ribbons of golden light flickered, the gray light of dusk coming ever closer.
"That still doesn't explain why we're out here."
"So? Do I have to have a reason to drag the both of us away from hours hunched over papers and notes?"
Another grunt, shorter than the first, was all Ana received as a response.
Several more seconds of quiet and solitude passed before a weight found Rory's side, an arm looping through his and a mane of red touched by gold rested upon his shoulder, a scent of mingling vanilla and lavender reaching his nose from the soft locks that brushed across his cheek.
"Haven't you ever just wanted to take five minutes and go somewhere that isn't in your own head?" she asked, voice dropped to barely above a whisper, "To find something that you can breathe in, touch, see and hear, and know that it was alive, that it wasn't built or fabricated or crafted? You don't always have to wrap yourself up in your own life, you know. There's so much more out there that we ignore just to get a little more done, to be a little more 'productive'."
Again, Rory did not answer right away, for at that moment the touch of a soft and sudden breeze rustled through the branches of the tree above them, catching with it hundreds of pale pink cherry blossom petals. They lifted with the curve of the unseen wind, danced in swirls and circles, fluttering about to a tune that only nature could sing. And sing she did, in colors and in movement, the petals pulling in that last bit of dying light from the sun and giving a whole new pallet to the living canvas before them. In that singular fraction of time, the world breathed, and they both felt the sigh of life, even when the pink shower ceased and the last of the petals simply wafted away on their own momentum, some lingering to kiss at the cheeks of the humans who sat below.
Gone was the soured, annoyed look of before, replaced instead by too often unseen smile that lit up his deep brown eyes. The glowing orb sank finally behind the city, bathing the hill in a gray-blue light. His arm slipped away from her's, instead wrapping around her thin shoulders and pulling her close, reveling in the warmth of her solid form at his side.
"You know... I think you've got a damn good point, Ana..."
Themes completed - 1/30
Pairing: Rory/Ana
Fandom: Paredolia Omniverse
Theme: #5 - "Ano, sa..." ("Hey, you know...")
Note: All titles are based off songs or actual song titles. (Smile.DK - Golden Sky)
Disclaimer: Paredolia Omniverse is a joint project, with all characters being written with the creator's consent. No characters are meant to resemble people, real or fictional. All writing is done for fun, not profit. Anything else copyrighted that is used is also for entertainment and not meant to rip off the original creator in any way.
Golden Sky
"Tell me again, Ana, why we're even out here?"
"To prove that you're a hypocrite?"
"What?"
A soft twitter of humor lifted through the still, warm late spring evening air, from beneath a lush blossoming cherry tree that sat atop a hill bathed in golden light from the setting sun that had begun sinking below the far away city sky line. Out there no cars could be heard rushing past, and only the soft sounds of nature permeated their surroundings. For all the hustle and bustle of where they lived, it had been a comfort to know that peace could be found just a short jaunt away.
Rory sat up from where he lay on the gentle slope, brushing irritating blades of grass off his jacket as he lifted an eyebrow at his red haired companion. A smile remained permanently affixed to her features, the faintest of her laugh still remaining in her vivid eyes that lit up a beautiful mix of green and golden in the sunlight.
"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean, Ana?"
"Oh, come on, Rory, how can you not see it?"
"See what?"
Heaving her own partial sigh, Ana joined him in sitting up, placing hands behind her back for balance while her gaze returned to the flicker of the setting orange orb in the sky.
"You've told me on more than one occasion that I work too much, spend too many hours in the office, ectera ectera. And yet what do you all the time?"
Rather than answer, Rory simply stared at her, the same eyebrow remaining lifted and even creeping just slightly higher in mildly irritated questioning.
"Okay, admittedly that was a bit harsh, calling you a hypocrite," Ana relented, one shoulder shrugging lazily.
"Just a little, not that I'd expect anything less from you, O Wondrous Manager of Much Wrath and Vengeance. Now what exactly were you getting at?"
"I'll ignore the fact that you left out 'sometimes benevolent' and go ahead and tell you. What I was getting at, exactly, was that you jump all over my case for spending too much time at work, when you do exactly the same thing, holing yourself up in the recording booth or writing room, scribbling notes like not doing so would signal the end of the world or something."
"Woman, I am making progress!" Rory exclaimed, indignant and appearing very much insulted at the insulation that the two of them were both on the same level of needing intervention by Work-A-Holic's Anonymous. To that, Ana could only laugh loudly again, her voice ringing off the stillness of the hill and the nature surrounding them.
"See! See, you just proved my point!"
Mouth opened slightly, then creaked shut like a rusty gate in need of oil seconds later, jaw setting and lips pressing tightly together while he stared intently at the redhead at his side.
Sufficiently defeated, no witty comeback or banter seeming good enough to counter the point that she'd won in a single short sentence, Rory grunted and turned his attention to the spanning cityscape below them as ribbons of golden light flickered, the gray light of dusk coming ever closer.
"That still doesn't explain why we're out here."
"So? Do I have to have a reason to drag the both of us away from hours hunched over papers and notes?"
Another grunt, shorter than the first, was all Ana received as a response.
Several more seconds of quiet and solitude passed before a weight found Rory's side, an arm looping through his and a mane of red touched by gold rested upon his shoulder, a scent of mingling vanilla and lavender reaching his nose from the soft locks that brushed across his cheek.
"Haven't you ever just wanted to take five minutes and go somewhere that isn't in your own head?" she asked, voice dropped to barely above a whisper, "To find something that you can breathe in, touch, see and hear, and know that it was alive, that it wasn't built or fabricated or crafted? You don't always have to wrap yourself up in your own life, you know. There's so much more out there that we ignore just to get a little more done, to be a little more 'productive'."
Again, Rory did not answer right away, for at that moment the touch of a soft and sudden breeze rustled through the branches of the tree above them, catching with it hundreds of pale pink cherry blossom petals. They lifted with the curve of the unseen wind, danced in swirls and circles, fluttering about to a tune that only nature could sing. And sing she did, in colors and in movement, the petals pulling in that last bit of dying light from the sun and giving a whole new pallet to the living canvas before them. In that singular fraction of time, the world breathed, and they both felt the sigh of life, even when the pink shower ceased and the last of the petals simply wafted away on their own momentum, some lingering to kiss at the cheeks of the humans who sat below.
Gone was the soured, annoyed look of before, replaced instead by too often unseen smile that lit up his deep brown eyes. The glowing orb sank finally behind the city, bathing the hill in a gray-blue light. His arm slipped away from her's, instead wrapping around her thin shoulders and pulling her close, reveling in the warmth of her solid form at his side.
"You know... I think you've got a damn good point, Ana..."
Themes completed - 1/30
