Authors Note: Hi! I'm Droplets Made of Wishes, but you can call me Droplet. I was browsing the Night Circus fanfiction archive, and I must say, I was appalled! How could such a wonderful book have so few stories based upon it? I guess it's because it only came out in 2011. Anyway, this is a fic based upon the relationship between Poppet and Bailey, because, quite frankly, they are my favorite pairing! I know, I know, Celia and Marco are the whole point of the book, but Erin Morgenstern left no holes to be filled in the story. She left no room for fans to place their fiction!
On with the show!
Title: Pushed by the Wind
Author: Droplets Made of Wishes
Rating: K+ (to be safe)
Genre: Friendship, Romance?
Pairing: Poppet and Bailey
Summary: I'm drawn to you. Not like a rope or a magnet. I'm not pulled to you, I'm pushed to you. Like a really strong wind is pushing me closer and closer.
For him, it's as if she's the center of his world.
Her fire hair flies wildly around her as she laughs, the wind laughing with her and playing in her curls. He is envious that Widget can make her laugh that way. Her laughter subsiding, he feels the loss of her tinkling laugh. She smiles at him, and he feels elated.
The moment quickly passes, and he is drawn back into the conversation, laughing, almost as avidly as he is drawn to her.
For her, he is a constant distraction.
He looks at her so intently, as if she is the most important person in the world. His eyes are like the night sky, constantly changing, but always beautiful. She wishes she could read futures in his eyes, rather than the stars. Her twin says something funny. An opening line to a knew story, no doubt. She laughs, and the wind picks up, as if laughing with her. This distracts her for a moment. But then he is right there, staring at her. She invites him into the joke, hoping he will stand just a little closer.
She wishes she could read futures in his eyes, rather than the stars.
She can't, but she tries anyway.
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THREE YEARS LATER
Bailey sits in his office, contemplating the new tent about to be added. It's meant to be a traveler of sorts. The idea is that you go in, and picture a place where you want to be, and the tent puts you there. The exact mechanics he is unsure of, he was simply promised by Marco that it would be done, and the burden would be transferred to him when finished. One thing remains however. The name. Bailey calls in Widget, who is the best person he can think of to ask for ideas, other than Poppet, but he is too frazzled to ask her.
Widget comes in, and sits down. The coat that had previously adorned his back, and the cap that had done the same with his head, detach themselves, and float to the hatstand, and hang themselves up to dry. "Show off." Bailey mutters. Widget smiles.
"So, what was it you wanted to ask me about?"
"The name for the new tent."
"And something else." Widget pauses, trying to discern. Bailey frowns, and shields himself.
"You should let me read you, Bailey. I could help you" Widget speaks to a friend rather than a superior with this phrase, and Bailey can tell.
After a pause, Bailey relents.
"Oh. Really?"
Bailey nods.
Widget gets up to leave, his hat and coat flying back to him.
"Wait, Widget, what should I do?"
After a long pause, Widget responds.
"Tell her."
He starts to leave, but stops just short of the door.
Without turning around, he tosses over his shoulder;
"Close to Home."
A/N: Ooh! Cliffhanger! Should the tent be called Close to Home? What should the sign say? How will Poppet react? Ideas, complaints, suggestions?
There will be one more chapter, not sure when. Probably soon!
Oh! And I forgot to put the disclaimer at the top so: All of the characters and settings belong to Erin Morgenstern except for the Close to Home tent, which belongs to me. I am simply playing in her world, and enchanting it to my will.
PS: Extra points to those who get the reference! Tell me what it's a reference to (as in how it's used in the book) and who says it!
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Love, Droplet