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[Sept 10] [10th Kingdom] Metaphorically Speaking
Title: Metaphorically Speaking
Day/Theme: 10. running barefoot in the grass
Series:10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia
Rating: PG
She had finally let go. Once she was sure she wanted him, and once she had realized how much she had missed him, it hadn’t been nearly as hard as she had thought it would be to say so, and reach for him. She had run through the woods, allowed herself to be pursued, no, she had always been pursued, this time she had allowed herself to be caught.
She had always been so careful with herself. She had kept herself very well-protected. Remembering the troll’s obsession with shoes, she had decided that if her heart was as on her feet as theirs were, she would’ve shoed it with sturdy Durashocks, steel-toed, thick-soled, and impervious to all the rusty nails and broken glass of emotions that might hurt it. And also, maybe, oblivious to all the gentler things she might crush beneath her tread on the way.
And now, she was scampering around barefoot. She knew she loved him. She was almost positive he loved her. He had proven himself over and over again. She wasn’t used to trusting people, but her laces had gradually loosed around Wolf, and now the boots were completely off. She was still aware that she was likely to step on something sharp sooner or later, but for now, she was enjoying the grass.
Day/Theme: 10. running barefoot in the grass
Series:10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia
Rating: PG
She had finally let go. Once she was sure she wanted him, and once she had realized how much she had missed him, it hadn’t been nearly as hard as she had thought it would be to say so, and reach for him. She had run through the woods, allowed herself to be pursued, no, she had always been pursued, this time she had allowed herself to be caught.
She had always been so careful with herself. She had kept herself very well-protected. Remembering the troll’s obsession with shoes, she had decided that if her heart was as on her feet as theirs were, she would’ve shoed it with sturdy Durashocks, steel-toed, thick-soled, and impervious to all the rusty nails and broken glass of emotions that might hurt it. And also, maybe, oblivious to all the gentler things she might crush beneath her tread on the way.
And now, she was scampering around barefoot. She knew she loved him. She was almost positive he loved her. He had proven himself over and over again. She wasn’t used to trusting people, but her laces had gradually loosed around Wolf, and now the boots were completely off. She was still aware that she was likely to step on something sharp sooner or later, but for now, she was enjoying the grass.