I really ship Sage/Basil. 3 They are just the cutest thing ever. So I absolutely had to write this fanfic. I wrote it at like 11:30 so I wouldn't forget the idea. Hopefully it's not too bad for a late-night fic.
Sage and Basil sat on the floor of their room, waiting for their big sister Nettle to return.
Rachel had taken her somewhere. They didn't know where. But Nettle had promised that she would return soon, and the twins trusted their sister more than anything.
To pass the time, Sage read a picture book. She was getting quite good at telling the syllables apart, and she could sometimes recognize entire words, calling them out triumphantly.
Basil watched and listened for a while, but he looked for something else to do once Sage restarted the book for a sixth time.
He toddled over to the toy box, his thumb in his mouth. Digging through the toys, he found a carved wooded egg in the very bottom.
He took it out and stared at it, then waved it in the air. It made a rattling noise, and his eyes widened in surprise. His thumb slipped out of his half-open mouth. He took hold of the egg with both hands and plopped down onto the floor.
He shook it and grinned in astonished delight when it made the noise.
"Whatcha got, Basil?" Sage had stopped reading and was now standing in front of him.
He held the shaker out to her. "Try." He smiled.
Sage took the toy and looked at it, dubious. She shook it, and he watched gleefully.
She scrunched her nose, shaking it again, then dropped it on the floor.
Basil's mouth fell open in shock and he scowled. "Sage!"
She shrugged. "Boring."
He continued to scowl. He liked that toy.
"Come on," she grinned, "Clap with me?"
He hesitated, still upset, but relented once her smile changed to a pleading expression. "Okay."
They began to play a clapping game. For some reason, Basil kept messing up and falling out of rhythm. Soon, he was scowling again.
After the umpteenth try, when he lost track of how many times he was supposed to clap yet again, he crossed his arms and refused to play.
Sage pouted. "Basil, play wit' me!"
She got no response, so she tried again. "Please?"
"I keep messin' up," Basil said quietly, and a tear dripped down his cheek.
Sage's eyes widened, and she patted his hand. "That's okay." She patted his hand again, then leaned forward to kiss him on the nose.
Neither of them knew what happened that made their lips accidentally collide. Maybe he looked up; maybe she leaned too far down. Somehow, their lips met for a shocking moment.
Sage pulled away a few seconds later, her eyes wide.
Basil was too stunned to move. He slowly reached up and touched his lips, astonished.
They stared at each other, their little hearts racing.
Sage broke the silence. "Don't tell Nell," she said quietly.
Basil nodded solemnly. "Won't." There were some things that were just made to be secrets, and this was one.
She smiled, and leaned into him. They lay down on the floor, nestled together. Their thumbs slipped into each other's mouths, and their eyes slowly slid shut.
All thought of their sister vanished as the twins fell asleep, both dreaming of how right it had felt when their lips had pressed together. Dreaming about how much they had both liked it.
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The thing with the book and the shaker just popped into my head. I think it was because Nettle is a writer (or at least she likes to use pens xD). I sort of imagined that Sage was a reader and Basil was a musician. :D I don't know if that's anything like what the author imagined, it's just what my tired brain came up with. :) Thanks for reading!