Little Bird
Um… I'm tying this in with MyMagicalExistancex14's and Mysteryx's request.
There'll be Daphne/Puck, and it'll be long…so…
Of course, if you guys want separate ones, I shall bow to your whims.
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'Little bird, little bird, little bird, what d'you hear?
The clink of morning cheers, orange juice, concentrate.'
She slipped on mauve mittens with a pink stripe down the sde, looking back at the table of people.
Pancakes, heaps of purple with amber berries baked in, and gold liquid melting down the side. (Real butter. Sabrina had insisted on that.)
A pitcher of orange juice, with so many hands reaching to pour some more. (That was Sabrina too. "Baby steps," she said, "I'll get used to it.")
Her brown hair was capped by a matching hat, with ear flaps carrying dangling woollen tassels.
"Liebling, are you sure you want to go out there in the cold?" Relda was leaning over the table, another large plate of the pancakes in hand to replace the ones shoved in by the fairy.
"It's all right Granny. I want to see the snow."
Granny Relda nodded once, her concentration already being pulled to another argument between the oldest Grimm sister and Puck.
The front door had been open, screen door closed so they could see the quiet swirl of white as it fell. Nobody had closed it when the snow stopped a half hour ago.
Daphne shut both when she stepped out of the house, the sounds shut out already by the heavy wood.
Crisp snow covered the ground.
A smile touched her lips, melancholy tinged.
Wanted to see the snow…
She wanted to get away. They talked as if she had lived three summers, babbling and understanding nothing.
She wanted to fight, to help. They wouldn't let her do anything.
Someone would always have to stay back with her, when they went to fight.
Sabrina was strong, but Daphne was too. Quiet strength to Sabrina's contrast of volume.
She could do great things, she knew. Protect them, keep them safe. All of them
If she could just make them see…
Chirp, chirp.
A twittering bird broke into her thoughts.
She hadn't seen many birds, lately. All had taken flight, like rats abandoning ship before it sinks, warned of the coming disaster.
Even passing birds didn't stay, kept away by an ancient sense of danger.
Where could it be then…?
There.
An evergreen tree.
In one branch, fairly low to the ground, a nest of twigs housed the brd in question.
Bright red.
It took flight, scarlet wings beating a path into the white world around, lifting from green and brown branches.
And it landed on her clothed hand.
It cocked its head, and bird and girl watched each other.
It fluttered it's wings again, landing on her shoulder.
It brought its head to Daphne's cheek, and nuzzled, twittered out some notes.
Daphne turned her head and looked straight into black eyes.
It gave a nod of its feathered head.
One last beat of wings, and it was gone again into the ice sky.
'One across, four letter word, it's not just sitting.'
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Skittles: … Crap. The lyrics don't fit this. Like, at all. It's really the way she sings it, the music and the lyrics combined that inspired this, not just the lyrics. It doesn't compare.
Daphne: Don't worry, you did your best.
Skittles: … *hugs*
Skittles: Also, uh… I got grounded. D: I might not be able to update for a while. With any luck, I'll talk my dad into only grounding me today, but there's not much of a chance…