Title: Stockings
Rating: K
Summary: "Boq, could you get me a pair of stockings?"
Disclaimer: I do not own it, nor will I make money off of it (just happiness).
Archive: We Deserve Each Other
Author's Note: All right, so I dressed up as Nessarose today for spirit week at my school (I went all out for it too, and yes, there are pictures if you would like to see me as Nessarose.), and as I was pulling on the tights I thought, "Why the hell would Nessa be caught dead (no pun intended) in these tights?" Really, they weren't fashionable, pretty or flattering (for me at least). So, this is what came of that:
Stockings
"Boq, could you get me a pair of stockings?" His hand paused over the door knob, and he turned back towards her slowly.
"Madame, it's time for me to break for lunch, and you have a female servant for that." Nessa twisted the edge of one glove near her wrist and sighed. She ducked her head. A part of Boq laughed and twisted the side of his mouth up into a small smile while some other part of him winced at his own harshness.
"Please call me by my name, Boq." He nodded. "Also, please hand me a pair of stockings. My legs are cold, and you know I can't reach that drawer of the dresser." She smiled as she finished, and Boq realized something as he pulled open the drawer: she thought he had agreed to call her by her name. He eyed her. Somewhere under there he was sure that the innocent fifteen year old he had taken to the dance that night was still there, but, glancing out the window at the empty streets, disappearing market and carefully barred doors, Boq wasn't sure that he could ever find her again. He shook his head. He had stopped trying to make her happy as soon as Glinda was out of site.
"Boq, if you could hurry you'll be in time for lunch." The sound of her fingers tips tapping at the arm of her chair reached his ears. He eyed the stockings before him, and he found himself grabbing the awkward stripped pair pushed towards the back left corner of the dresser drawer. He tossed them to her.
"Of course, Madame."
The black and white stripped tights landed in Nessa's lad after he had closed the door behind himself. Holding the tights in one hand, Nessa began to cry.
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