story title: and when the sky cries.
pairing: HARVEST GOD/INGISxOC
rating: T ( minor swearing/slight sexual reference? )
summary: Her life was focused on super-natural tales. So when she heard a God lived on Mt. Garmoni, she just had to see him for herself. She didn't expect the rain to be pitying her though, especially when she found her heart crumpling.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:This is just a quick threeshot to get my mind off 'e x p r e s s.' I've been wanting to work on another, huge project lately, but I just had to be done with my first huge story before I could feel good moving on. I also want to practice some of my 'hurt/comfort' skills, though, to see if I'll be able to work with the theme in 'flower language.' (:
She had lived in the land of Castanet her entire life, but what had really kept her motivated day after day was the stories people would tell her. Tales about mystical creatures; mermaids, vampires, ghosts, even unicorns. Scary, romantic, heart-breaking; anything that defied reality. She loved it.
She loved it so much, that she was passionate enough to want to be part of that fantasy world. She wanted to sprout wings and soar the skies, she wanted to have unnatural circumstances that left others in awe.
But she was only human.
And, oh, she loathed it.
She, Anemone, was tired on being normal. So when she heard tales that involved actual places in Castanet, she took advantage to see if the story was true. Any evidence she could find was enough proof to make her eyes sparkle and her determination grow. She was so ambitious to finally catch sight of an actual supernatural creature, that she wanted to make it hers. And of course, Anemone wasn't going to back off until she was satisfied.
Because that's how it always worked for the dark crimson haired female. Straight foward and always in control, Anemone was only stubborn enough to have it her way; which seemed to make her father Ramsey anxious.
How was he to have a son-in-law when his daughter was only bound to the supernatural world and was severely obnoxious to her own kind? It was embarrassing, the girl was eighteen! And there she was, only caring about Gods and Goddesses.
Oh, the pain the blacksmith went through. To try to influence his daughter that maybe the young boy who worked at the General Store, Simon, or even that nice gentleman, Cain, would be a swell match for her.
But, no. Anemone wanted a time-traveler, a wizard, even a God to be her husband; if she even chose to have one. Which, to please her father, was the reason why she just had to go to the top of Mt. Garmoni when she heard a God did happen to live up there.
But if only you seen her face when she finally exited the Garmoni Upper Mine and approached the summit where the Harvest God was told to live at. At first, Anemone was just shocked to see it drizzling outside, especially when she entered the mines when there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. But of course, the real reason she was framed priceless was because there he was right in front of her.
At his chair, looking rather un—amused to see her.
"Pesky human, turn back." He growled with bored eyes, a hand sliding through what he could of his wet, tangled, fiery-red hair, before it slid down his braid, as his matching blazing aura sparked around him.
To be honest, Anemone didn't hear a single word the Harvest God had spoken to her. Her mouth was left slightly agape as she starred dumbfound at the man, or rather God, in front of her. He was at least a foot taller than her, obviously more to be exact. And his body, oh, he was so muscular and well-toned. He looked fairly nice wet and it made Anemone want to drool a little bit, but she would never degrade herself to such a level. So she held her saliva back as she found herself rather dazzled at the God's long hair that extended to the ground. Braided into a messy, very sexy style. Anemone was left rather jealous of herself to find such a sight.
But his eyes, there was something wrong with those red orbs that ruined his image. They looked bored but... lonely. Extremely lonely. Anemone began to wonder what the God in front of her even did at the snowy summit they stood at. It was very lonesome and cold; like his eyes. But everything else on him looked so warm, so appealing. His eyes were starting to irritate Anemone.
"Woman," The God spoke once more, in a louder volume and more booming voice, "Go back home." He demanded as he took a step forward from his 'throne.'
Anemone gasped, her brown eyes flickering as they widened. Not only had the rain gotten harder in contrast to the God's louder voice but she was finally realizing his words, and the moment they processed into her mind, she frowned. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was someone telling her what to do.
"No," She stated firmly, placing both hands on her hips while taking steps forward, instead of back, to get a better look at the mystical creature ahead of her. She made sure to show the rain wasn't going to bother her, if he was the one in control of it.
The Harvest God frowned just the same, his bored eyes turning into a glare. He held the hand, he used to comb his hair, ahead of him to show the girl to stop. But she didn't, at least not until she was right in front of the male's hand, examining at all the rough features on the body part with her own glaring eyes.
Just like Anemone didn't like when told what to do, the God didn't like when someone didn't follow orders. But then again, the female in front of him didn't quite like that either.
"What do you think you are doing disobeying my commands?" He questioned as if to challenge the female. He dropped his 'stop sign,' as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.
Anemone mimicked the action, letting her arms fold under her bosom, "I'm claiming you my husband." She announced, letting her eyes fill themselves with the nice front view of the tall God. He was much taller when actually near him. He had to be nearing seven feet, had to. And being about five feet and five inches, maybe being a little shorter would've been pleasant.
"Husband?" The fire-haired male repeated, clearly baffled. "What is that?"
The female sighed, "My partner in marriage. You know what that is, don't you? An everlasting relationship with someone?"
The Harvest God starred at the tiny woman in front of him for a moment. Her 'my' was ringing in his ears, he was to be no one's. "Woman or man," He started, gripping at his biceps, "A tiny human won't be telling me what I am to them."
Ah, so now he was disobeying Anemone. Which obviously, she wasn't going to take lightly. "Oh, really?" She smirked, taking another step closer. She was now interfering in the God's personal space, her chin just-about-touching the God's arms, that wrapped over his chest, as she stared up at the God's face; who was looking annoyingly back.
"Yes," He replied, showing no hint of fear. How could he? This was a human, a girl. They were harmless. Not even the Harvest Goddess, which powers was a threat to him, the Harvest God.
"Well," Anemone sighed once more, releasing one of her hand's from their crossed state, to flip her short, dark-red hair that cradled her face, "We'll just have to see about that, huh?"
And with that, she carefully turned herself around, to avoid slipping on the soaked rocks, and started to head back home. No dazzle in her eyes from catching sight of a mythical creature, but a determination and ambitious that growled within her body, like a stomach craving nutrients and food.
To be specific, it was nearing the third season since Anemone and the Harvest God had met. And... They were on slightly better hands.
Well, actually no. They were on way better hands then before.
The Harvest God had finally gotten over Anemone's 'pesky' visits and had learnt to deal with them, while the female of the pair got in the habit of climbing the mountain every morning to be able to see her favorite Castanet—er by noon.
If someone wasn't content with the daily routine, it would be Anemone's father, Ramsey. He couldn't believe the fact that Anemone was visiting the Harvest God everyday. It didn't make sense and plus, the God was just from some fictional story.
Ramsey worried. He worried very deeply.
At one point he attempted to follow his daughter to the God's throne, but harshly failed. And he hadn't gotten another chance after that, since now Anemone was aware he would attempt to follow and disturb her.
Yes disturb, because Anemone had grown quite fond over the God. She was even more focused than ever to make the male her husband and it was no longer in a challenging reason. It was out of passion, out of romance. She would finally have her dream completely... Well sort-of. To have a supernatural person in her life. And in this case, her husband.
But Ramsey still didn't believe and the Harvest God was still so naive he didn't know what 'love' was. So Anemone continued to work hard to get both men to understand her reasons.
It was officially summer, officially the marking of the fourth season Anemone and the Harvest God had known each other. It was hot, fuming even. But at the God's throne, snow still coated everything.
Anemone didn't understand, but more over didn't like it. Still, there was something she realized; it had rained up here before. And that was when she had met her crush. If it were to precipitate, wouldn't it just snow instead? It truly left the female perplexed, but she wasn't sure how to ask the question.
The God hated when Anemone asked her silly thing like that, as if his wonders weren't any more inane. But then again, he did have a reason.
"That thing you're devouring," His deep voice piped up, "Did it grow from your hair? It's the same color." He pointed at the dark crimson fruit in Anemone's hand, who was sitting at the steps of the God's royal 'seat.' While he stood in the center of his platform, performing a deep concern over the fruit.
Anemone looked at the God, to her hand where there laid cranberries; her favorite. She then smiled, chuckling a little, while she avoided trying to get to carried away. Because of course, she didn't want to upset her crush, but she also didn't want to choke on the fruit she ate for a quick snack.
"Cranberries?" She questioned, giving 'that thing' a name to be followed by, "They grow on plants, not hair."
"Oh," The Harvest God replied, as if in defeat. Was he trying to start up conversation? The poor fellow.
Anemone didn't seem to notice the taint of sadness in the God's response, but she herself didn't want the silence to clog between the two again. So she revived the conversation, picking up one of the cranberries from her palm, and holding it out to the fire-headed male, "Want to try one?"
"Not really,"
Her patience, which was still under construction, was having a brief breakdown as her demanding side began to perk up. She had been working on being more laidback, since she was losing a hidden battle of who would be in control in this upcoming relationship. She stood from her spot on the steps and held the berry close to the God's face, "Try it," She demanded.
"No," The Harvest God glared at the girl, placing a hand on his hip, and swinging his head to the side.
Anemone grew frustrated. This was the only flaw in their relationship.
They could never compromise.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, yeah, that's the start of my threeshot. You like? (: