Invitation
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120_minutenTitel: Invitation
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Farben – Grün: Wald (für's Team)
Fandom: Fate - The Winx Saga (Fortsetzung hiervon)
Charaktere: Devin, Ivy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 1400
Kommentar: Der Entwurf flog hier schon seit Montag rum, aber mit dem Ende hab ich irgendwie richtig gekämpft…
“I just don’t like anyone poking around in my head.” - “And what, pray tell, would he find there if he did?”
Invitation
The fairies and specialists don’t share classes. But they still share the cafeteria, the courtyard and the hallways, and now that he’s met Ivy, it’s like he sees her around all the time. Sometimes he can feel her enter a room, but mostly it’s her bright blond head that he can make out in the crowd. Whenever they pass each other, they share a look of recognition or a quick smile, but Ivy mostly travels in a group of other black-clad specialists and Nick is already throwing him exasperated glances, so they don’t stop to talk.
Nola frowns in confusion when Ivy begins to mumble the dates of the first fairy war to herself in the lunch line. “You do know that we’re having the history test next week, right?”
“Yeah, I know”, she responds. “Start of peace talks, 918, were interrupted in 919 by…”
“Then what are you doing.”
“It’s an exercise. Keeps my mind clear.”
“Clear of what?” Nola asks, then follows Ivy’s gaze to a group of third-year fairies who are just rising from their table.
“Don’t interrupt me”, Ivy mumbles and picks an apple from the fruit bowl. “Are they gone?”
“Yeah, they’re gone.” Nola makes a grab for a banana. “Care to tell me what that’s all about?”
“One of them’s a mind fairy.”
“Which one?”
“Slim, dark curly hair…”
“Oh, the pretty one.” And at Ivy’s eye-rolling: “What, I’m a lesbian, but I still have eyes. And that is one hell of a pretty face.”
Ivy eyes the lasagne, but then goes for the rice with vegetables instead. “I just don’t like anyone poking around in my head.”
“And what, pray tell, would he find there if he did?”
Ivy doesn’t say anything, but the tips of her ears are getting a bit red, and Nola laughs. “If you’re that smooth in front of him he won’t even have to read your mind, your face will tell him all he needs to know!”
“I just don’t know how to do this.” She’s taking a small bowl of vanilla pudding for dessert and then makes her way to an empty table in the corner with Nola on her heels. “I mean, I know how to hook up with girls, girls are easy. I can to talk to girls. But I don’t think I’ve kissed a guy since like 7th grade.”
“Can’t help you there”, Nola says and stabs into her lasagne.
“And I mean, I wasn’t planning to. Guys are complicated. You hold open the door for them once and they feel attacked in their masculinity.”
Nola snorts. “True. Sometimes you can cut the testosterone in our locker room with a knife.”
Ivy takes a moment to sort through her vegetables. “I’m not even sure if I want another relationship right now. The last one kinda sucked to be honest.”
“Doesn’t have to be a relationship”, Nola says. “Come on, this is school, you’re not looking for marriage. Just fuck the guy and be done with it!”
“Nola!”
“What?”
“Just don’t think about it when you see him. The last thing I need is for him to pick up any gross mental images from you.”
Nola stops in the middle of lifting the fork to her mouth. “Or maybe, that’s exactly what he needs.” And when Ivy just frowns in confusion: “I mean, you don’t have to talk to him. You just have to lower those mental defences around him. If he’s into you, he’ll know what to do.”
Ivy shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Then you’ll just have to slam him into a wall and kiss him senseless.”
Ivy throws a pea at her, but Nola just laughs.
Ivy is still thinking about it as she’s making her way over the courtyard. It’s true, she hasn’t considered dating guys for a while. She appreciates the male body when it comes up (and boy, do those specialist guys like to run around shirtless), but she knows most of them wouldn’t be into someone like her. She’s too loud, too confident, too… her. They don’t want the kind of dynamic she’s looking for, they want pretty fairy girls they can lift up and impress with their muscles and their scars.
So maybe I’ll get myself a pretty fairy boy, she muses. And then: Speak of the devil…
Kyle is exactly the kind of guy she just thought about. Tall, blonde, fit, likes to walk around shirtless to show off that scar on his biceps she accidentally gave him in first year like it’s a battle wound.
She loves the big idiot. But she’ll never tell him that.
“If you talk about your party again, I’m going to strangle you”, she says as he falls into step with her.
“Ivy, you need to help me.” He’s looking at her with those big blue eyes.
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“We can’t just have specialists at the hangout. That’s just lame.”
“Well, maybe you’ll have to try your skills on a woman who could take you in a fight for a change”, she says.
“Spoken like someone who’s never had a fairy hold a fireball under her nose”, he replies, and she’ll give him that point.
“Look, just because you’re scared of fairies now doesn’t make it my problem.”
“I just need someone to spread the word. But like, not too far. I don’t want the teachers to hear about our little meet-up.”
“Spread the word, but not too far”, Ivy repeats and sighs. Then her gaze catches on a group of people sitting in the grass in front of the greenhouses.
She takes a breath. “Okay, fine.”
“Wait, what?”
“You want fairies”, she presses her bag into his unsuspecting hands, “I’ll get you fairies. I’ll be right back.”
Devin looks up when a shadow falls over his edition of “Herbs and their Healing Properties”. He squints into the sun for a moment before he can make out that familiar stubble of hair.
“Hey”, Ivy says. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure.” He leaves his things behind with Nick, who’s clearly weirded out by this recent development.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for another party yet”, she begins once they have some privacy, “but a couple friends of mine are planning a hang-out in the woods on Friday, and I’ve been tasked to get some more people involved.”
He follows her glance to the blond specialist he saw with her on the training ground last week. “You mean fairy girls.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay, fairy girls.” She sounds a bit embarrassed. “Listen, they’re a bunch of idiots sometime, but they’re not arseholes, I promise.”
He throws another glance at the blonde guy. “If you say so.”
“It’s not a big thing. Just a couple of people, bit of beer. But I’m worried they’re gonna burn down the forest, so a water fairy would be great.”
“I know some water fairies”, he says.
“Great.” She smiles at him. “So could you…?”
“Yeah, I can spread the word.”
“Just, try not to involve the other years, if a bunch of people show up, Dowling will know something’s up for sure.”
“No promises”, he says. “You know how these things go.”
“I do.” Then Ivy holds out her hand. “Give me your phone.” And when he looks at her in confusion: “You do have a phone, right?”
He starts digging in his pockets. “Yeah, and this time it even has battery.”
He unlocks it and hands it to her. Then he watches as she adds a number to the contacts list and calls herself from his phone. “This way I can text you directions. They haven’t quite figured out where to set up yet.”
He accepts his phone back, staring at the new entry in his contact list, which just says Ivy.
“Okay, I gotta run, I’ll see you there, yeah?” And with she’s gone before he can even say good-bye.
“What the fuck”, Nick says when he comes back, and the other two fairies, a boy and a girl, eye him curiously.
“Oh, shut up”, he says. “Listen, there’s this party…”
“Smooth, Ivy, real smooth”, Kyle says with a grin when she gets back. She just elbows him in the arm.
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Farben – Grün: Wald (für's Team)
Fandom: Fate - The Winx Saga (Fortsetzung hiervon)
Charaktere: Devin, Ivy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 1400
Kommentar: Der Entwurf flog hier schon seit Montag rum, aber mit dem Ende hab ich irgendwie richtig gekämpft…
“I just don’t like anyone poking around in my head.” - “And what, pray tell, would he find there if he did?”
Invitation
The fairies and specialists don’t share classes. But they still share the cafeteria, the courtyard and the hallways, and now that he’s met Ivy, it’s like he sees her around all the time. Sometimes he can feel her enter a room, but mostly it’s her bright blond head that he can make out in the crowd. Whenever they pass each other, they share a look of recognition or a quick smile, but Ivy mostly travels in a group of other black-clad specialists and Nick is already throwing him exasperated glances, so they don’t stop to talk.
Nola frowns in confusion when Ivy begins to mumble the dates of the first fairy war to herself in the lunch line. “You do know that we’re having the history test next week, right?”
“Yeah, I know”, she responds. “Start of peace talks, 918, were interrupted in 919 by…”
“Then what are you doing.”
“It’s an exercise. Keeps my mind clear.”
“Clear of what?” Nola asks, then follows Ivy’s gaze to a group of third-year fairies who are just rising from their table.
“Don’t interrupt me”, Ivy mumbles and picks an apple from the fruit bowl. “Are they gone?”
“Yeah, they’re gone.” Nola makes a grab for a banana. “Care to tell me what that’s all about?”
“One of them’s a mind fairy.”
“Which one?”
“Slim, dark curly hair…”
“Oh, the pretty one.” And at Ivy’s eye-rolling: “What, I’m a lesbian, but I still have eyes. And that is one hell of a pretty face.”
Ivy eyes the lasagne, but then goes for the rice with vegetables instead. “I just don’t like anyone poking around in my head.”
“And what, pray tell, would he find there if he did?”
Ivy doesn’t say anything, but the tips of her ears are getting a bit red, and Nola laughs. “If you’re that smooth in front of him he won’t even have to read your mind, your face will tell him all he needs to know!”
“I just don’t know how to do this.” She’s taking a small bowl of vanilla pudding for dessert and then makes her way to an empty table in the corner with Nola on her heels. “I mean, I know how to hook up with girls, girls are easy. I can to talk to girls. But I don’t think I’ve kissed a guy since like 7th grade.”
“Can’t help you there”, Nola says and stabs into her lasagne.
“And I mean, I wasn’t planning to. Guys are complicated. You hold open the door for them once and they feel attacked in their masculinity.”
Nola snorts. “True. Sometimes you can cut the testosterone in our locker room with a knife.”
Ivy takes a moment to sort through her vegetables. “I’m not even sure if I want another relationship right now. The last one kinda sucked to be honest.”
“Doesn’t have to be a relationship”, Nola says. “Come on, this is school, you’re not looking for marriage. Just fuck the guy and be done with it!”
“Nola!”
“What?”
“Just don’t think about it when you see him. The last thing I need is for him to pick up any gross mental images from you.”
Nola stops in the middle of lifting the fork to her mouth. “Or maybe, that’s exactly what he needs.” And when Ivy just frowns in confusion: “I mean, you don’t have to talk to him. You just have to lower those mental defences around him. If he’s into you, he’ll know what to do.”
Ivy shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Then you’ll just have to slam him into a wall and kiss him senseless.”
Ivy throws a pea at her, but Nola just laughs.
Ivy is still thinking about it as she’s making her way over the courtyard. It’s true, she hasn’t considered dating guys for a while. She appreciates the male body when it comes up (and boy, do those specialist guys like to run around shirtless), but she knows most of them wouldn’t be into someone like her. She’s too loud, too confident, too… her. They don’t want the kind of dynamic she’s looking for, they want pretty fairy girls they can lift up and impress with their muscles and their scars.
So maybe I’ll get myself a pretty fairy boy, she muses. And then: Speak of the devil…
Kyle is exactly the kind of guy she just thought about. Tall, blonde, fit, likes to walk around shirtless to show off that scar on his biceps she accidentally gave him in first year like it’s a battle wound.
She loves the big idiot. But she’ll never tell him that.
“If you talk about your party again, I’m going to strangle you”, she says as he falls into step with her.
“Ivy, you need to help me.” He’s looking at her with those big blue eyes.
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“We can’t just have specialists at the hangout. That’s just lame.”
“Well, maybe you’ll have to try your skills on a woman who could take you in a fight for a change”, she says.
“Spoken like someone who’s never had a fairy hold a fireball under her nose”, he replies, and she’ll give him that point.
“Look, just because you’re scared of fairies now doesn’t make it my problem.”
“I just need someone to spread the word. But like, not too far. I don’t want the teachers to hear about our little meet-up.”
“Spread the word, but not too far”, Ivy repeats and sighs. Then her gaze catches on a group of people sitting in the grass in front of the greenhouses.
She takes a breath. “Okay, fine.”
“Wait, what?”
“You want fairies”, she presses her bag into his unsuspecting hands, “I’ll get you fairies. I’ll be right back.”
Devin looks up when a shadow falls over his edition of “Herbs and their Healing Properties”. He squints into the sun for a moment before he can make out that familiar stubble of hair.
“Hey”, Ivy says. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure.” He leaves his things behind with Nick, who’s clearly weirded out by this recent development.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for another party yet”, she begins once they have some privacy, “but a couple friends of mine are planning a hang-out in the woods on Friday, and I’ve been tasked to get some more people involved.”
He follows her glance to the blond specialist he saw with her on the training ground last week. “You mean fairy girls.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay, fairy girls.” She sounds a bit embarrassed. “Listen, they’re a bunch of idiots sometime, but they’re not arseholes, I promise.”
He throws another glance at the blonde guy. “If you say so.”
“It’s not a big thing. Just a couple of people, bit of beer. But I’m worried they’re gonna burn down the forest, so a water fairy would be great.”
“I know some water fairies”, he says.
“Great.” She smiles at him. “So could you…?”
“Yeah, I can spread the word.”
“Just, try not to involve the other years, if a bunch of people show up, Dowling will know something’s up for sure.”
“No promises”, he says. “You know how these things go.”
“I do.” Then Ivy holds out her hand. “Give me your phone.” And when he looks at her in confusion: “You do have a phone, right?”
He starts digging in his pockets. “Yeah, and this time it even has battery.”
He unlocks it and hands it to her. Then he watches as she adds a number to the contacts list and calls herself from his phone. “This way I can text you directions. They haven’t quite figured out where to set up yet.”
He accepts his phone back, staring at the new entry in his contact list, which just says Ivy.
“Okay, I gotta run, I’ll see you there, yeah?” And with she’s gone before he can even say good-bye.
“What the fuck”, Nick says when he comes back, and the other two fairies, a boy and a girl, eye him curiously.
“Oh, shut up”, he says. “Listen, there’s this party…”
“Smooth, Ivy, real smooth”, Kyle says with a grin when she gets back. She just elbows him in the arm.
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Date: 2022-09-30 10:20 pm (UTC)Nachdem mein Handy und Livejournal diesen Kommentar jetzt dreimal gelöscht haben:Oh Gott, jetzt ist auch Ivy adorable, darauf komme ich nicht auch noch klar, ich bin zu invested in die beiden. ♥
Und dann gibst du mir auch noch noch mehr Charaktere zum lieb haben... ;__;
“Then you’ll just have to slam him into a wall and kiss him senseless.”
Ich mag Nola, Nola weiß wie Dinge funktionieren. ♥
Und wie sollte ich nach "She loves the big idiot. But she’ll never tell him that." Kyle nicht mögen???
Und Ivy organisiert selbstlos Fairies für die Party. Und hört nicht auf Nolas kluge Ratschläge.
Sag mir dass das die Screenshot-Party ist, und sag mir, dass es Teil 5 geben wird! Bitte! ♥ ♥