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What the water gave me by Dwimordene
B2MeM Challenge:I 22: Economy: Climatic change; Femslash: Valier; Four cards: order, cascade, small, dogwood
Format: drabble
Genre: Healing sex? Crackfic?
Rating: Um... K+? Teen?
Warnings: Incest; symbolism; splinters (probably).
Characters: Yavanna and Vána
Pairings: Yavanna/Vána
Summary: Lay me down, Florence...
What the water gave me
After the Sun and the Moon rose, Yavanna was disconsolate. In mourning, she became a yew, weeping poison-pit arils.
Time’s order unraveled: Winter fell, and would not lift, ‘til Vána, weary of white, went to her sister-yew as a cascade of small birds, feathering her branches, which trembled. The birds sang green hope, eating the berries, bearing away bitter seeds.
The yew laid bare, Vána unarrayed came, and in loving flood laid her down at its roots as a new spring. Branches lifted – Yavanna shuddered.
The next day no yew, but a full-flowered dogwood stood upon Ezellohar. Winter had passed.
Title and summary come from Florence and the Machine's What the Water Gave Me.
Format: drabble
Genre: Healing sex? Crackfic?
Rating: Um... K+? Teen?
Warnings: Incest; symbolism; splinters (probably).
Characters: Yavanna and Vána
Pairings: Yavanna/Vána
Summary: Lay me down, Florence...
What the water gave me
After the Sun and the Moon rose, Yavanna was disconsolate. In mourning, she became a yew, weeping poison-pit arils.
Time’s order unraveled: Winter fell, and would not lift, ‘til Vána, weary of white, went to her sister-yew as a cascade of small birds, feathering her branches, which trembled. The birds sang green hope, eating the berries, bearing away bitter seeds.
The yew laid bare, Vána unarrayed came, and in loving flood laid her down at its roots as a new spring. Branches lifted – Yavanna shuddered.
The next day no yew, but a full-flowered dogwood stood upon Ezellohar. Winter had passed.
Title and summary come from Florence and the Machine's What the Water Gave Me.
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Lovely vignette.
(edited for vagueness due to left-out words)
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It's all lovely. I esp. like this part: The yew laid bare, Vána unarrayed came, and in loving flood laid her down at its roots as a new spring. Branches lifted – Yavanna shuddered.
Much as like this drabble, I think my favorite part might be the difficulty you apparently had writing the header. Valinor has no rigid categorization. Valinor needs no--well, you get the idea.
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Florence to the rescue - I was totally lost for title and summary until that song occurred to me!
And yes, the header - it should be its own challenge genre. The sex lives of immortal spiritual beings who rule the world and who have no bodies per se, just visible expressions of personality, seem as though they deserve to be, um, different.
Glad you liked the story.
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What an act of reparation for your earlier slight!
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So glad you liked it!