Lakeside [Kielo/Swan]
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roesslyngTitle: Lakeside
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Kielo/Swan of Tuonela
Rating: 0+
Length: 300
Summary: They have a meeting scheduled, but one of them is running a bit late.
Other: Prompt was Kielo/Swan - Meeting at the water's edge [Original post]
(Random thought: I imagine human!Swan looking a bit like Meryl Streep as she appears in The Devil Wears Prada....)
Lakeside
An evening walk.
That's what it was. That's what she told herself. That's what she would have said if anyone had asked her about it, which nobody did, because who would?
Kielo made her way down to the lakeshore and waited.
Nobody was there at this hour. The sky was still bright, but it was late. The village was quiet, its people sleeping behind their blackout curtains.
She breathed the fresh air in deeply and waited.
The bird came into view, bright and snowy on the water. It watched her, and she watched it, and she waited.
Not long now.
The light shifted. The air moved, just a little, and it was like a breeze, but it wasn't.
Kielo shivered, and put her hands in her jacket's pockets, and looked away, and waited until the coolness in the air became warm again.
Then she looked to the water.
She knew that smoke-grey sweep of short hair, that impeccable clothing, the white scarf tied stylishly.
The woman stood on the water, looking uncomfortable in her body for a moment. Then she sighed, and took the few steps toward the shore, and by the time her feet hit land, all was well.
"You're late," Kielo said.
"I'm sorry," the swan said.
She offered no excuses. They both knew there was much to be done, that though she worked in a place of rest, there was no rest for her.
But while the swan had all the time in the world, Kielo didn't.
Kielo offered her hand. The swan took it.
A wind blew, rustling the trees, rippling the water on the lake, the breeze sharp and cold.
The sun sank, painting the sky with bright colours.
They went together, side by side on the lakeshore.
An evening walk.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Kielo/Swan of Tuonela
Rating: 0+
Length: 300
Summary: They have a meeting scheduled, but one of them is running a bit late.
Other: Prompt was Kielo/Swan - Meeting at the water's edge [Original post]
(Random thought: I imagine human!Swan looking a bit like Meryl Streep as she appears in The Devil Wears Prada....)
Lakeside
An evening walk.
That's what it was. That's what she told herself. That's what she would have said if anyone had asked her about it, which nobody did, because who would?
Kielo made her way down to the lakeshore and waited.
Nobody was there at this hour. The sky was still bright, but it was late. The village was quiet, its people sleeping behind their blackout curtains.
She breathed the fresh air in deeply and waited.
The bird came into view, bright and snowy on the water. It watched her, and she watched it, and she waited.
Not long now.
The light shifted. The air moved, just a little, and it was like a breeze, but it wasn't.
Kielo shivered, and put her hands in her jacket's pockets, and looked away, and waited until the coolness in the air became warm again.
Then she looked to the water.
She knew that smoke-grey sweep of short hair, that impeccable clothing, the white scarf tied stylishly.
The woman stood on the water, looking uncomfortable in her body for a moment. Then she sighed, and took the few steps toward the shore, and by the time her feet hit land, all was well.
"You're late," Kielo said.
"I'm sorry," the swan said.
She offered no excuses. They both knew there was much to be done, that though she worked in a place of rest, there was no rest for her.
But while the swan had all the time in the world, Kielo didn't.
Kielo offered her hand. The swan took it.
A wind blew, rustling the trees, rippling the water on the lake, the breeze sharp and cold.
The sun sank, painting the sky with bright colours.
They went together, side by side on the lakeshore.
An evening walk.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
