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The garden that's not
Jul. 3rd, 2007 09:07 amThe garden is something of a miracle in Bahamut.
It isn’t really a garden, not any more, at any rate. No one has the time to keep it up; it's hard enough just staying alive. No one has the skills (Rita's pitiful window box of flowers) either; children must learn to kill not to cultivate flowers. But somehow, despite the fighting, every pane of glass that makes up the greenhouse is intact. Some of the hardier plants have survived as well, even untended, and the garden is an explosion of life in the middle of the barren city.
As always, the sight of the garden is enchanting. Makita finds herself staring at the vibrant life of it, marvelling at its tenacity. A smile creases her face as she remembers when she and Proto established it as a meeting place when they first stumbled across it.
"It's... beautiful," her voice had been full of wonder.
Proto grinned and reached out to lightly poke Makita's nose, "Just like you, pretty girl." He cocked his head and nodded decisively, "Very well, then. If you like it, it's yours." With his arms spread expansively Proto said, "I hereby declare this garden to be Makita's."
She punched him in the shoulder, "How come you get to declare who the garden belongs to, huh? I certainly don't remember you owning it. Or anything, really." Of course she was still smiling softly as her voice softened, "Though maybe... one day... one like it..."
Proto smiled back and promised, "One day... if you--"
"Hey, pretty girl, have you forgottene everything I taught you?" Memories of Proto's voice are interrupted by his actual voice and Makita spins around to see where he's leaning against a wall. "Always be aware of your surroundings. If I'd been a Red, you'd have been dead."
Heavy boots crunch in the snow as Makita stalks over to him and grabs a handfull of Proto's shirt, "C'mere." She pulls him slightly off balance so that she doesn't have to lean very far to kiss him; his hand slides up under her hat to run through her hair. Eventually they both lean back slightly, smiling and staring into one anothers' eyes. Then Makita looks around and frowns, "Where's whoever you're partnered with these days?"
"I was supposed to be working with Vadik from Lena's squad starting today, but when the storm blew in the elders decided to leave him with the squad until the Reds come back. Easier to let him work with his squad than to move him to me just to get stuck with some squad he doesn't know for the duration." Proto's grin is mock-serious, "Which means, I suppose, that it's just you and me."
"Whatever will we do?" Makita's answering grin is teasing.
"I'm sure we'll think of something."
It isn’t really a garden, not any more, at any rate. No one has the time to keep it up; it's hard enough just staying alive. No one has the skills (Rita's pitiful window box of flowers) either; children must learn to kill not to cultivate flowers. But somehow, despite the fighting, every pane of glass that makes up the greenhouse is intact. Some of the hardier plants have survived as well, even untended, and the garden is an explosion of life in the middle of the barren city.
As always, the sight of the garden is enchanting. Makita finds herself staring at the vibrant life of it, marvelling at its tenacity. A smile creases her face as she remembers when she and Proto established it as a meeting place when they first stumbled across it.
"It's... beautiful," her voice had been full of wonder.
Proto grinned and reached out to lightly poke Makita's nose, "Just like you, pretty girl." He cocked his head and nodded decisively, "Very well, then. If you like it, it's yours." With his arms spread expansively Proto said, "I hereby declare this garden to be Makita's."
She punched him in the shoulder, "How come you get to declare who the garden belongs to, huh? I certainly don't remember you owning it. Or anything, really." Of course she was still smiling softly as her voice softened, "Though maybe... one day... one like it..."
Proto smiled back and promised, "One day... if you--"
"Hey, pretty girl, have you forgottene everything I taught you?" Memories of Proto's voice are interrupted by his actual voice and Makita spins around to see where he's leaning against a wall. "Always be aware of your surroundings. If I'd been a Red, you'd have been dead."
Heavy boots crunch in the snow as Makita stalks over to him and grabs a handfull of Proto's shirt, "C'mere." She pulls him slightly off balance so that she doesn't have to lean very far to kiss him; his hand slides up under her hat to run through her hair. Eventually they both lean back slightly, smiling and staring into one anothers' eyes. Then Makita looks around and frowns, "Where's whoever you're partnered with these days?"
"I was supposed to be working with Vadik from Lena's squad starting today, but when the storm blew in the elders decided to leave him with the squad until the Reds come back. Easier to let him work with his squad than to move him to me just to get stuck with some squad he doesn't know for the duration." Proto's grin is mock-serious, "Which means, I suppose, that it's just you and me."
"Whatever will we do?" Makita's answering grin is teasing.
"I'm sure we'll think of something."
