anneoftheisland | (no subject)

Entry tags:

ariel,
in-game

(no subject)

Anne discovered, after going swimming with Ariel -- though she'd suspected it long before -- that she really liked to walk barefoot on the beach, to feel the sand between her toes and the waves lap up over her ankles when she walked close to the ocean. She might not go swimming in her underthings where anyone else could see, but she could go without her shoes and stockings, and no one would chide her for it.

"This is lovely," she said, splashing up a little water with one foot and laughing softly. "Oh, this is just what I needed, Ariel, thank you."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Yes, and that's not so bad either. I like telling you." Ariel leaned over a moment and picked something up. It was a small spiral shell and she offered it to Anne, smiling at the other girl in adoration.

"Oh, that's so pretty!" said Anne admiringly. "Perhaps I could use some pretty shells to decorate my new home. Do you think that would look nice, decorating with shells? At least we could be certain we'd never run out."

"I think that's a great idea!" Ariel exclaimed, her face brightening as if it could brighten even more than it already was. "We could make it look like my room back home."

"And I would like to get some fabric from the clothing box for some curtains as well," said Anne excitedly. "And I need to find a new sewing needle, the one I had was lost during the hurricane. But I'm certain I could make something, or at least find someone who could make me one."

"A sewing needle helps you make curtains?" Ariel asked. "Can you show me how?"

"Of course I can," Anne told her, swinging their hands a little. "Just as soon as I have one again. I can show you everything, Ariel. I want to show you everything."

Ariel could hardly stand to wait, there were so many things she was sure she still didn't know. "Like what, what do you want to show me most?"

"Poetry," said Anne, without a moment of hesitation. "Oh, I want to show you poetry, Ariel, I want to share all of my favourite passionate poems with you. Maybe in the evenings, when it's still light, we can read together again."

"I'd love to read poetry with you," Ariel replied. "Poetry and The Tempest? Sometimes they sound the same to me."

"Oh yes," said Anne, "Shakespeare's plays were very much like poetry. And... and I have some wonderful love poems that I would dearly like to share with you if... if you'd like."

Ariel blushed and swore she felt her heart skip a beat. "Yes," she said quietly, and repeated herself to make sure Anne heard her, "yes, I would like to hear them." She vowed to find some love poems of her own to share with Anne.

"Then we'll do that," said Anne happily. She paused and looked up and down the beach to make sure they were alone, then gave Ariel a quick kiss. "Oh, I do hope you like them too."

"I'm sure I will," Ariel finally answered after a brief daze from Anne's kiss. It was much too short, though, and so Ariel leaned in and kissed her again, though this time she lingered.

Anne laughed softly when Ariel pulled away again, a happy -- no, a delighted -- if nervous laugh. "I'm sure there are so many things that we could do together," she said. "Oh look is that another shell?"

Ariel looked a little perplexed at Anne's nervousness but didn't mind it, it was just the way Anne was and Ariel was sure he would feel more comfortable in time. In truth it made her a little nervous sometimes, too. "It looks like a pretty white one," she said, moving forward some to pick it up for Anne.

"There really are all different kinds, aren't there?" she said wonderingly. "There weren't this many different shells on the shores back on Prince Edward Island." Their fingers brushed when Ariel gave her the shell, and Anne felt a secret little thrill.

"I wonder why...you know, the seashells you can find here aren't even a quarter of the sort you can find in deeper water. Have you ever seen coral?" Ariel asked, giving Anne a smile before continuing her search for more shells.

"Only since I've been here on the island," Anne told her. And she'd only seen bits of coral, not the sort that she was told you could find if you ventured out into the water. "There are so many things that you've seen that I never could."

"Maybe someday," she said, looking hopeful. Anything could happen, she was convinced of that now. "I wish I could see Green Gables, too." Anne hadn't told her a whole lot about her land, but Ariel was sure she would in time.

"Oh, I do wish I could take you back to Green Gables and show you how truly wonderful it is," said Anne, but her excitement was tempered with a bit of sadness. She knew that she could never bring Ariel back to Green Gables as her girlfriend, no matter how much she might wish to.

Ariel sensed the sadness, but not it's source, and reached out to touch Anne's cheek. "I'd love to hear more about it..."

"Of course," said Anne, imagining it was the perfect sort of thing for a bedtime story. It almost felt that way for her now, like a story. "I'll tell you everything I remember."

"Were there horses?" Ariel asked, still strangely curious of the large animals. She continued walking and looking for shells.

"Lots of horses," Anne told her with a wistful smile. "And we kept cows, as well. Cows are terribly stubborn, you know. Though not, I've since discovered, quite so stubborn as goats."

"Are cows the animals that give you milk?" she asked, trying to remember from the things she'd read.