Faberry Bits
By Ggunsailor
So, these are just story ideas that were partly inspired by a wonderful story called Disney Storybits ( s/6898162/1/). Go read it, it's awesome! Anyway these bits are mostly ideas that didn't bloom into a full-blown story. There will be Faberry-duh!- as well as a little Brittana, Samcedes, Tike, and Wemma.
Glee ain't mine. Wish it was.
Chapter 2-The Fallen Angel
Inspired by the music video for Nightwish's "Amaranth".
Quinn and Santana live a quiet life in their village, making a living by growing herbs and special plants.
One day, while fishing at a river, the two of them suddenly see a huge bolt of light zoom down from the sky and crash to earth. Upon discovery, they find a young brunette angel with a broken wing.
When they take her back to their home, they learn that there is more to this heavenly being than meets the eye. Her name is Rachel, and she is the Angel of Music, but she has been falsely accused by a rival (Sugar) of being unfaithful to God, and as punishment, she is cast down from Heaven until she can prove the accusations are untrue. She agrees to stay until her wing is healed, and begs for Quinn and Santana's help.
As time goes by, Quinn finds herself falling in love with the beautiful angel, and Rachel can't help but find the lovely young blonde so very kind and wonderful. Brittany, the Angel of Kindness, eventually makes her way to earth to find Rachel and ends up falling for Santana, and vice versa. They find help from the former Angel of Courage, Mike (aka Michael), and his wife Tina, and the Angels of Strength and Beauty (Blaine and Kurt respectively). That's as far as I got until inspiration left.
In this scene, Quinn and Santana have just brought Rachel back to their home. Onward!
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The being lay sleeping on Quinn's bed. Santana had gone outside to get some sorrel and nightshade to make a poultice as well as some honey from the bees. That was probably why she was taking so long. Quinn didn't mind, that just meant she could watch her a little longer.
She was so beautiful. Her skin wasn't as dark as San's, but it brought to mind a golden honey, and her hair was the color of newly tilled soil after rain. And her wings…they were the color of a moon's watery reflection.
Quinn sat back in the chair as she watched the angel's chest rise up and down. 'Why are you here? What have you done to have been cast down?' She thought, reaching up to tuck a small strand behind her ear.
The angel stirred, and Quinn stilled. Eyes fluttered and opened, and the angel sat up slowly, yawning and stretching her arms. When her eyes, the color of mahogany, met Quinn's topaz gaze, she stopped short and scrambled into the corner where the bed met the wall.
"No, no, it's okay! Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Quinn said, half-standing up.
The being gave her a look of 'oh, really?', eyes flashing brightly.
The blonde held up her hands. "Look, I don't have any weapons on me, see?"
After a few tense moments, the angel seemed to relax, moving back from the corner into the middle of the bed. Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.
"Whew, that's good." She motioned to the water bucket nearby. "Are you thirsty?"
The angel nodded, the blonde went over to the bucket, drew a cup of water, and handed it to her.
She gulped it down gratefully, causing Quinn to chuckle.
"Take it easy there. Drink too fast and it'll make you sick. My name's Quinn, and you are?"
The angel looked at her thoughtfully, and then said in a melodious voice "Rachel."
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Ah, that was good to write.