A/N this chap and the next shall be good. By the way, have any of you ever
heard the song "Top of the World" by the (brilliant) Dixie Chicks?
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, do I look like Phillip Pullman to you? I thought not.
Olivia sat cross legged on her four poster bed, open mouthed, not believing the strange story in front of her wide, golden eyes. The tale was something out of her lavishly illustrated storybooks, the rag-tag little girl, falling in love with the tall, dark eyed stranger from another world and having to part forever. Her Dust-colored eyes fluttered at the part where her mother and her lover realize their romance, lost in the world of mulefa, two children altering the course of the world. She imagined the little crimson fruit in Lyra's stained hands, the feeling of Will's lips as her mother brought her face towards them, their daemons watching from afar. Her own heart was torn out of her breast when Lyra wrote of their parting. She sat, amazed, hearing about her mother's adventures and hardly noticed Anya taking the black dress in her bag out of it's case. An hour later, Olivia laid on her bed, stunned, with her daemon, moth formed, hovering around her head. Anya came out of the bathroom dressed in a black dress- Ahem-"Borrowed" from Olivia. Her eyes were colored with Kohl, her lips a vicious red. She looked like the witch child she was. She stared at Olivia for about ten seconds, and said softly
"A letter from Lyra?" Olivia turned around viciously, intending to give Anya a scathing remark, but realized that she was right. Her shoulders sagged, and Anya murmured
"Time to go." They left the building, Olivia still stunned. She went out of her stupor, though, as soon as she saw Will, dressed in a tuxedo. She raced up to him, then got suddenly shy and hung back. He, in answer, walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. They spoke none and just danced, Will's dark eyes lingering on her amber ones. Then Olivia, channeling her mother, kissed him boldly on the lips. He smiled and kissed her back. Olivia noticed both Margaretta and Anya looking at her, so she made a point to stare at them before she kissed him again.
After an hour, the lovers begin to tire of dancing, so they walked to the blackberry patch, Olivia's special place. And it was on that very hill, one exactly like it, at least, that Lyra Silvertongue and William Parry had first kissed, where a love story of epic proportions had woven itself. And on a hill very like it, another, completely different but in some ways the same, that another story took place.
Olivia and Will, with their daemons entwined beside them, talked for a while about things, but their dialogue was halting and slow, because they were both thinking about other things, every conscious strand in their bodies were thinking of each other. And after they had retired every subject possible, they just sat for a while, gazing at the stars, Will wondering if there were other universes out there and Olivia knowing it. Then, carefully, delicately, Olivia picked a lone blackberry off the bush and brought her slender fingers up to Will's soft lips and placed it there, like Lyra and Mary Malone alike. Will, of course, had no idea of what it meant, but it was beautiful all the same, so he kissed her warmly, their daemon's rubbing lovingly against each other. And at that moment, Olivia was not thinking of her mother, or the story. Just of her and Will, sitting on a mountainside, eating blackberries and kissing until the pearly moon was in the middle of the midnight sky.
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, do I look like Phillip Pullman to you? I thought not.
Olivia sat cross legged on her four poster bed, open mouthed, not believing the strange story in front of her wide, golden eyes. The tale was something out of her lavishly illustrated storybooks, the rag-tag little girl, falling in love with the tall, dark eyed stranger from another world and having to part forever. Her Dust-colored eyes fluttered at the part where her mother and her lover realize their romance, lost in the world of mulefa, two children altering the course of the world. She imagined the little crimson fruit in Lyra's stained hands, the feeling of Will's lips as her mother brought her face towards them, their daemons watching from afar. Her own heart was torn out of her breast when Lyra wrote of their parting. She sat, amazed, hearing about her mother's adventures and hardly noticed Anya taking the black dress in her bag out of it's case. An hour later, Olivia laid on her bed, stunned, with her daemon, moth formed, hovering around her head. Anya came out of the bathroom dressed in a black dress- Ahem-"Borrowed" from Olivia. Her eyes were colored with Kohl, her lips a vicious red. She looked like the witch child she was. She stared at Olivia for about ten seconds, and said softly
"A letter from Lyra?" Olivia turned around viciously, intending to give Anya a scathing remark, but realized that she was right. Her shoulders sagged, and Anya murmured
"Time to go." They left the building, Olivia still stunned. She went out of her stupor, though, as soon as she saw Will, dressed in a tuxedo. She raced up to him, then got suddenly shy and hung back. He, in answer, walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. They spoke none and just danced, Will's dark eyes lingering on her amber ones. Then Olivia, channeling her mother, kissed him boldly on the lips. He smiled and kissed her back. Olivia noticed both Margaretta and Anya looking at her, so she made a point to stare at them before she kissed him again.
After an hour, the lovers begin to tire of dancing, so they walked to the blackberry patch, Olivia's special place. And it was on that very hill, one exactly like it, at least, that Lyra Silvertongue and William Parry had first kissed, where a love story of epic proportions had woven itself. And on a hill very like it, another, completely different but in some ways the same, that another story took place.
Olivia and Will, with their daemons entwined beside them, talked for a while about things, but their dialogue was halting and slow, because they were both thinking about other things, every conscious strand in their bodies were thinking of each other. And after they had retired every subject possible, they just sat for a while, gazing at the stars, Will wondering if there were other universes out there and Olivia knowing it. Then, carefully, delicately, Olivia picked a lone blackberry off the bush and brought her slender fingers up to Will's soft lips and placed it there, like Lyra and Mary Malone alike. Will, of course, had no idea of what it meant, but it was beautiful all the same, so he kissed her warmly, their daemon's rubbing lovingly against each other. And at that moment, Olivia was not thinking of her mother, or the story. Just of her and Will, sitting on a mountainside, eating blackberries and kissing until the pearly moon was in the middle of the midnight sky.