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[October 18th] [Original] A priestess of whatever
Title: A priestess of whatever
Day/Theme: October 18: Tao
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #18)
Character/Pairing: Diana/Belle
Rating: PG
Author's Note: In a quiet private library somewhere in the US
“What’s Tao?” Belle asked, looking up from her book.
“I don’t know. I think I saw a book called the Tao of Watercolor once.”
“What was it like?”
“Swirly,” Diana said, feeling lax, setting her own book aside to lounge in the sun-puddle.
“A swirly philosophical religion?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh.” Belle sat pensively for a while, then stated:
“I think I’ll try being a priestess for something else.”
A peaceful half-hour passed, marked by the lazy turning of pages. Looking up from her nap, Diana asked:
“Why not try being a Greco-Roman priestess?”
“For which god or goddess? Maybe your namesake?” Belle, asked, amused.
“Hell no! I don’t want some “chaste” hussy tickling you,” Diana snorted.
“Do you really believe everything you see in paintings? Besides, you’re assuming she exists. And has a corporal form.”
“Maybe I could be her avatar,” Diana suggested, playing with the dust motes, which very obligingly transformed into glosser bugs.
Belle barely managed not to choke on her tea.
“The day you turn into a chaste avatar, I’ll be your priestess,” Belle replied, and Diana laughed.
“Maybe you should just stick with the swirly stuff,” she declared, and returned to her nap.
Day/Theme: October 18: Tao
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #18)
Character/Pairing: Diana/Belle
Rating: PG
Author's Note: In a quiet private library somewhere in the US
“What’s Tao?” Belle asked, looking up from her book.
“I don’t know. I think I saw a book called the Tao of Watercolor once.”
“What was it like?”
“Swirly,” Diana said, feeling lax, setting her own book aside to lounge in the sun-puddle.
“A swirly philosophical religion?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh.” Belle sat pensively for a while, then stated:
“I think I’ll try being a priestess for something else.”
A peaceful half-hour passed, marked by the lazy turning of pages. Looking up from her nap, Diana asked:
“Why not try being a Greco-Roman priestess?”
“For which god or goddess? Maybe your namesake?” Belle, asked, amused.
“Hell no! I don’t want some “chaste” hussy tickling you,” Diana snorted.
“Do you really believe everything you see in paintings? Besides, you’re assuming she exists. And has a corporal form.”
“Maybe I could be her avatar,” Diana suggested, playing with the dust motes, which very obligingly transformed into glosser bugs.
Belle barely managed not to choke on her tea.
“The day you turn into a chaste avatar, I’ll be your priestess,” Belle replied, and Diana laughed.
“Maybe you should just stick with the swirly stuff,” she declared, and returned to her nap.