Df_prompts Fic
"I love this. Do you love this?" Percy beams at her from over the bowl's rim.
"Silly." She stretches her legs out comfortably, and her dirt-brown skirt falls to one side, and he can see the mud up her calves. Her long hair is tucked full of her wild summer roses.
"Don't you love it?"
She reaches out and steals a strawberry; her hand knocks the side of the bowl and the milk sloshes. It's fresh and warm and lovingly stolen from one of the deer--the deer don't mind Percy, they walk right up to him all the time, and he rubs between their ears and calls them names. The milk spills on his sleeve, and he sucks it off contentedly, while she eats his strawberries.
"I like it," she says, after a thoughtful moment.
"That's all?" His face falls a little. "Are you happy?"
"I'm always happy when you are. I'm just quieter about it," and she hands a berry back to him, fat and red and full of the taste of sun and earth, with its tiny seeds shining. He takes it from her hand.
"I love you."
"I know." Her hair is the colour of clover honey, and she bends forward so that it brushes against his knees, and puts her head in his lap; Percy strokes her like a deer. A rose falls into his hand when he does. "I love you."
"I'm so happy."
"So am I. Don't be greedy with the milk."
He laughs, and tips the bowl so she can drink without moving her head.
"Silly." She stretches her legs out comfortably, and her dirt-brown skirt falls to one side, and he can see the mud up her calves. Her long hair is tucked full of her wild summer roses.
"Don't you love it?"
She reaches out and steals a strawberry; her hand knocks the side of the bowl and the milk sloshes. It's fresh and warm and lovingly stolen from one of the deer--the deer don't mind Percy, they walk right up to him all the time, and he rubs between their ears and calls them names. The milk spills on his sleeve, and he sucks it off contentedly, while she eats his strawberries.
"I like it," she says, after a thoughtful moment.
"That's all?" His face falls a little. "Are you happy?"
"I'm always happy when you are. I'm just quieter about it," and she hands a berry back to him, fat and red and full of the taste of sun and earth, with its tiny seeds shining. He takes it from her hand.
"I love you."
"I know." Her hair is the colour of clover honey, and she bends forward so that it brushes against his knees, and puts her head in his lap; Percy strokes her like a deer. A rose falls into his hand when he does. "I love you."
"I'm so happy."
"So am I. Don't be greedy with the milk."
He laughs, and tips the bowl so she can drink without moving her head.