Random fluffy snippet
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Random bit of Greta/Mikey fluff, trying to get a handle on their relationship and how Mikey's abilities work. They're in their early twenties. Basic 'verse information here.
As Greta stood in the living room dubiously contemplating the mutant, carnivorous, ceramic daisy - oh good lord, it had a face, it had teeth - she heard a car pull up and felt Mikey's mind brush against hers in greeting. She sent him an image of the 'daisy' and a mental ??!! in return.
He returned the touch with sparkling laughter and Greta couldn't help but smile. Acquaintances often thought Mikey was deeply reserved and almost expressionless - and he could be among strangers - but with those close to him, he shared his emotions freely and she felt his mental touch, full of love and laughter, wrap around her before he even entered the room.
When he did, Greta greeted him with a raised eyebrow and a pointed look at the ... object. "Do you have an explanation for this, Mikeyway?" she asked, trying not to grin goofily at him. Just seeing him made her want to smile.
"I do," he said, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. She melted back against him, tilting her head up and welcoming his kiss.
I do want that explanation, Michael. Kisses only distract me for so - ooh, do that again.
She felt more sparkling laughter in reply. Here, he said, and tugged her down onto the sofa, hands over mine, and he rested his on the daisy. Greta felt like she should warn him to watch for teeth but placed her hands over his.
Laughter, male and female, 'I think our search for world's worst souvenir is complete.''Oh my god, it's so awful, it's wonderful.''We have to get it. No one will believe it if we describe it.'
Happiness, delight, love.
Childish tears. 'I didn't mean to break it!'
Love, fond exasperation. 'I know you didn't, sweetheart.'
Different faces, changing face, aging faces.
'My parents bought it on their honeymoon. They figured that as long as they could laugh together, they'd be okay. Still seems to be working for them.'
Time, grief, love.
'Sixty years together, you old goat. You're stuck with me a while yet, I promise you.'
Time, space, emptiness.
'Where on earth did they get this? Seriously, did anyone ever consider this attractive? Uh no, this can go.'
Greta took a breath and opened her eyes. She hadn't even realised she'd closed them.
"They were happy. They lived a long life together and they were happy. They never stopped laughing together." She brushed a tear from her cheek and felt Mikey nuzzle her hair. Exactly. There was so much love and life and laughter wrapped up in that bit of pottery. How could I leave it in the junk shop?
Greta turned her head to meet his gaze. I love you. Even when you bring home mutant daisies that look like they could eat us alive.
Mikey dipped his head to kiss her. I love you too. Even if you need convincing to see the beauty in mutant daisies.
Great looked over at the daisy and still couldn't help the wince. "I might need some more convincing. Maybe Gerard could paint it? Or Frank could knit a cozy for it?"
A voice came from the hall. "Frank can knit who a what?" demanded Frank as he bounded into the room with his usual inexhaustible energy, only to stop dead in his tracks to stare at the daisy with an appalled expression.
"Dudes. What the fuck is that? It looks like it's about to come alive and eat us and turn us all into plant zombies."
Greta buried her face in Mikey's shoulder and laughed. You definitely have some convincing to do, Mikeyway.
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