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roesslyngTitle: Stolen apples taste best
Fandom: Small Trolls
Characters/Pairing: Veeti & Jáhko
Rating: o+
Length: 23 lines
Summary: How does Jáhko always manage to drag him into these things?
Other: At the time of this writing, Small Trolls has fewer than 30 pages, but apparently I'm not going to let that stop me from writing some kind of fanwork.
***Elli did a wonderful drawing based on this poem! ;3; You can view it on her twitter over here.
Stolen apples taste best
Rushing through the field
grain whipping past us
trying not to lose track of my feet
and stumbling anyway.
How do you always drag me into this?
"Apples taste better when they're stolen"
you said it like it's a fact
laughing, your eyes glittering
and I should have known better.
This isn't the first time
and it won't be the last
that I'll follow after you
leaving trouble behind
while someone hollers at us.
But I can't deny the sweetness
of the apple in my hands
when we come to rest, finally
in this sun-dappled forest.
Don't look at me like that;
don't say "I told you so".
Just know that you've won again
like you did before
like always.
Fandom: Small Trolls
Characters/Pairing: Veeti & Jáhko
Rating: o+
Length: 23 lines
Summary: How does Jáhko always manage to drag him into these things?
Other: At the time of this writing, Small Trolls has fewer than 30 pages, but apparently I'm not going to let that stop me from writing some kind of fanwork.
***Elli did a wonderful drawing based on this poem! ;3; You can view it on her twitter over here.
Stolen apples taste best
Rushing through the field
grain whipping past us
trying not to lose track of my feet
and stumbling anyway.
How do you always drag me into this?
"Apples taste better when they're stolen"
you said it like it's a fact
laughing, your eyes glittering
and I should have known better.
This isn't the first time
and it won't be the last
that I'll follow after you
leaving trouble behind
while someone hollers at us.
But I can't deny the sweetness
of the apple in my hands
when we come to rest, finally
in this sun-dappled forest.
Don't look at me like that;
don't say "I told you so".
Just know that you've won again
like you did before
like always.
