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14 March 2010 @ 03:22 pm
Fic: A Heart so White  
Better late than never, I suppose... wrote this several weeks ago for another imagination500</lj> challenge.

Now I need to return to working on my essay about Machiavelli, which is not progressing at all and I'm supposed to turn it in this Thursday XD Luckily I have tomorrow off as well!

Title: A Heart so White
Fandom/Original: Original
Genre: Het
Characters: Unnamed OFC (one day I will name the characters I write about XD)
Prompt: #202 - Idiom: Wear Your Heart On Your Sleeve: To openly and freely express your emotions.
Word Count: 325
Rating: All
Warnings: Sappy ending
A Heart so White
by C.R.M. Nilsson


You wear your heart on your sleeve,
 
her grandmother admonishes her as she cleans gravel from the skinned knees and patches them up. There are still tears in the girl’s eyes and she sniffles slightly. The bullies pushed her and her knees hurt so badly and there was blood. She was scared, doesn’t nana understand that?
 
She needs to toughen up, the old woman tells her. She can’t let people bully her around. She can’t fold like a paper flower whenever somebody is too rough with her. What she needs to do is to be able to withstand, be strong and then retaliate in kind.
 
She wears her heart on her sleeve,
 
is said later in life, as well. But this time it’s said with a sort of admiration. She cannot lie to save her life and whatever she feels shows on her face. It makes her honest and true and pure. For once it’s not seen as a weakness, but it rather makes her company more desirable.
 
I really do wear my heart on my sleeve,
 
she tells herself when she meets the love of her life. She cannot speak to him: her tongue tied and tripping, stuttering through simple sentences. It’s making her feel like an idiot and she flushes hotly. The man glances at her and takes his coffee, since she’s a barista serving him.
 
The next day, he’s back. Once again she makes a fool of herself.
 
But he returns, one day after another, until the stutters and the blushes go away. Then he smiles and touches her face. He caresses her cheek. It makes her laugh, slightly from pleasure and slightly from amusement. His eyes are warm and kind and she touches the hand that touches her face. A slight spark travels through her arm and she smiles.
 
“You wear your heart on your sleeve,” he comments lightly.
 
She smiles broadly and nuzzles his hand.
 
“Maybe I do,” she replies.
 
 
Current Mood: workingworking
Current Music: Slipknot - All Hope is Gone
 
 
 
38 on March 14th, 2010 06:11 pm (UTC)
awww <3
this made me smile.
C-chankurainokoori on March 16th, 2010 04:26 pm (UTC)
Since all stories I've posted lately has been so gloomy, I wanted to write something that was a bit lighter.

Thank you for reading :)
misha_mcgmisha_mcg on March 18th, 2010 07:27 pm (UTC)
I love the simplicity of the story and style and the way that one phrase - "you wear your heart on your sleeve" - is repeated over and over in completely different contexts. Great use of a prompt!
C-chankurainokoori on March 21st, 2010 11:23 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it :) Thank you for reading!