The Ins and Outs of Tradition (Diadem: Worlds of Magic; Score/Helaine; #1: Look over here)
Title: The ins and outs of tradition
Author: Ayaia of the Moon
Pairing: Score/Helaine
Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic
Theme: #1 - look over here
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…
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When what the Unicorns had called the ‘Great Frost’ had struck Dondar, the four teens living in what had once been Castle Garonath had aptly prepared for it; they all had warmer clothing, they all had warmer bedding, and they all had helped keep the woodpile well stocked.
And then, Score had announced that he wanted to have Christmas.
This made for long discussions about what Christmas was, and why they should celebrate it.
Pixel seemed most eager for it. Jenna was eager too. Helaine needed more persuading.
Ultimately, Score decided to start the festivities whether Helaine liked it or not.
Soon enough, Helaine was seen bossing Pixel about, complaining that the way he was rearranging their living room wouldn’t allow for the space needed for a tree.
Jenna had to wonder whether or not Score had planned it that way.
Ultimately, Jenna was experiencing a lot of firsts with her strange new friends. This marked the first winter she’d spent away from her home, the shack though it was, as well as the first holiday she’d ever celebrated with other people.
Pixel sidled up beside her, stealing a kiss and pointing at the strange plant Score was struggling to hang above the doorframe.
“What is he doing?” Jenna asked curiously. “That’s no herb I recognize…is he trying to dry it?”
“Nine times out of ten, whatever he does is done to annoy Helaine,” Pixel answered. “Statistically, I’d wager that’s what he’s doing.”
Jenna giggled. Leave it to Pixel to make up a statistic about a simple question.
Helaine appeared then, standing under the door and shouting up at Score to stop being foolish. Score recklessly leapt from the perch he’d made of the well-placed window-ledge, grinning cheekily and pointing up at the plant now dangling half-hazardly from the keystone of the archway that was their door.
Jenna watched in amusement as Score, without any warning at all, pulled Helaine close, kissing her firmly on the lips, in full view and awareness of herself and Pixel as an audience.
Helaine’s surprised voice drifted over to them.
“What are you doing?”
“Wow, Helaine. I didn’t know I’d have to go this slowly. This…is called a kiss. We’ve done it before. It’s the smooshing of people’s lips together as a sign of affection, or -”
“I know what a kiss is, you dolt, I was inquiring as to the…the spontaneity of it!”
“Spontaneity?”
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“Ah. Well, you see, it’s this plant…it’s called mistletoe. When two people meet under the mistletoe, they kiss.”
Helaine’s glance turned accusingly to Jenna.
Jenna reddened. “I didn’t even know what it was!” she said defensively.
“So it’s customary on your world with this holiday to kiss people under guise that it is solely to appropriate the tradition of a plant?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess. It doesn’t sound good at all when you say it like that…”
“Truly? You go to unsuspecting women and say “Hey, look over here!” so that you can kiss them?!”
“No! It’s supposed to be unplanned, you know? It’s, uh, more romantic that way.”
“You tell me my planet is barbaric and uncivilized, Score, but we don’t stoop to using a weed as a catalyst for a token of affection -”
“It’s a parasite, actually,” Pixel put in. Jenna hit him.
“Not helping, Pix,” Score called, looking abnormally fidgety.
Helaine rolled her eyes and folded her arms crossly.
Score’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Well, what do you want me to do?”
Helaine scowled.
Jenna bit back a giggle.
Score sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry.”
Helaine arched an eyebrow pointedly. “For what?”
Score paused. “Hell if I know?”
Pixel cleared his throat.
“Um, I mean…I’m sorry…about the mistletoe,” Score amended, shooting a sharp look in Pixel’s direction.
Helaine, though, didn’t seem to realize Score’s blatant straw grasping, and she visibly relaxed her stance. “Thank you,” she said, with the ghost of a smile on her face.
“Uh, you’re welcome,” Score said incredulously. Jenna turned her face to hide her laughter.
Helaine had crossed her arms again, though she looked much less foreboding, and much more amused. Score, however, looked deeply unsettled as to what exactly the particular situation called for.
“Okay,” Score burst at last. “Should I kiss you again or something?”
“Well, we are still standing under your weed, are we not?”
Score said nothing. He blinked slowly, staring at Helaine in confusion.
Jenna, though she hadn’t known him for as long as Pixel, could see the unsaid sentence on Score’s lips; “I don’t understand this at all.”
She never did understand what exactly changed Helaine’s mind about the parasite that was Score’s mistletoe, nor did she understand why it was tradition for the beings of Earth to kiss under it in the first place. She did, however, somewhat understand Score’s reasoning in changing every plant and herb he came across thereafter into mistletoe.
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Author: Ayaia of the Moon
Pairing: Score/Helaine
Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic
Theme: #1 - look over here
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…
-o-
When what the Unicorns had called the ‘Great Frost’ had struck Dondar, the four teens living in what had once been Castle Garonath had aptly prepared for it; they all had warmer clothing, they all had warmer bedding, and they all had helped keep the woodpile well stocked.
And then, Score had announced that he wanted to have Christmas.
This made for long discussions about what Christmas was, and why they should celebrate it.
Pixel seemed most eager for it. Jenna was eager too. Helaine needed more persuading.
Ultimately, Score decided to start the festivities whether Helaine liked it or not.
Soon enough, Helaine was seen bossing Pixel about, complaining that the way he was rearranging their living room wouldn’t allow for the space needed for a tree.
Jenna had to wonder whether or not Score had planned it that way.
Ultimately, Jenna was experiencing a lot of firsts with her strange new friends. This marked the first winter she’d spent away from her home, the shack though it was, as well as the first holiday she’d ever celebrated with other people.
Pixel sidled up beside her, stealing a kiss and pointing at the strange plant Score was struggling to hang above the doorframe.
“What is he doing?” Jenna asked curiously. “That’s no herb I recognize…is he trying to dry it?”
“Nine times out of ten, whatever he does is done to annoy Helaine,” Pixel answered. “Statistically, I’d wager that’s what he’s doing.”
Jenna giggled. Leave it to Pixel to make up a statistic about a simple question.
Helaine appeared then, standing under the door and shouting up at Score to stop being foolish. Score recklessly leapt from the perch he’d made of the well-placed window-ledge, grinning cheekily and pointing up at the plant now dangling half-hazardly from the keystone of the archway that was their door.
Jenna watched in amusement as Score, without any warning at all, pulled Helaine close, kissing her firmly on the lips, in full view and awareness of herself and Pixel as an audience.
Helaine’s surprised voice drifted over to them.
“What are you doing?”
“Wow, Helaine. I didn’t know I’d have to go this slowly. This…is called a kiss. We’ve done it before. It’s the smooshing of people’s lips together as a sign of affection, or -”
“I know what a kiss is, you dolt, I was inquiring as to the…the spontaneity of it!”
“Spontaneity?”
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“Ah. Well, you see, it’s this plant…it’s called mistletoe. When two people meet under the mistletoe, they kiss.”
Helaine’s glance turned accusingly to Jenna.
Jenna reddened. “I didn’t even know what it was!” she said defensively.
“So it’s customary on your world with this holiday to kiss people under guise that it is solely to appropriate the tradition of a plant?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess. It doesn’t sound good at all when you say it like that…”
“Truly? You go to unsuspecting women and say “Hey, look over here!” so that you can kiss them?!”
“No! It’s supposed to be unplanned, you know? It’s, uh, more romantic that way.”
“You tell me my planet is barbaric and uncivilized, Score, but we don’t stoop to using a weed as a catalyst for a token of affection -”
“It’s a parasite, actually,” Pixel put in. Jenna hit him.
“Not helping, Pix,” Score called, looking abnormally fidgety.
Helaine rolled her eyes and folded her arms crossly.
Score’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Well, what do you want me to do?”
Helaine scowled.
Jenna bit back a giggle.
Score sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry.”
Helaine arched an eyebrow pointedly. “For what?”
Score paused. “Hell if I know?”
Pixel cleared his throat.
“Um, I mean…I’m sorry…about the mistletoe,” Score amended, shooting a sharp look in Pixel’s direction.
Helaine, though, didn’t seem to realize Score’s blatant straw grasping, and she visibly relaxed her stance. “Thank you,” she said, with the ghost of a smile on her face.
“Uh, you’re welcome,” Score said incredulously. Jenna turned her face to hide her laughter.
Helaine had crossed her arms again, though she looked much less foreboding, and much more amused. Score, however, looked deeply unsettled as to what exactly the particular situation called for.
“Okay,” Score burst at last. “Should I kiss you again or something?”
“Well, we are still standing under your weed, are we not?”
Score said nothing. He blinked slowly, staring at Helaine in confusion.
Jenna, though she hadn’t known him for as long as Pixel, could see the unsaid sentence on Score’s lips; “I don’t understand this at all.”
She never did understand what exactly changed Helaine’s mind about the parasite that was Score’s mistletoe, nor did she understand why it was tradition for the beings of Earth to kiss under it in the first place. She did, however, somewhat understand Score’s reasoning in changing every plant and herb he came across thereafter into mistletoe.
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