anti-otp: girl!ros/ada

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rosy-née-rosencrantz is sitting out on the porch, swinging her legs and rustling her petticoats, making daisy chains with a spool of thread and a pile of paper flowers. they're tiny things, thinner than fingernails -- colors white and college-ruled blue -- and she presses her tongue to her lips as she spaces them, careful as she can not to crush

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[dearcousin]

"Why, yes," Ada says, because she could hardly say no. She doesn't recognize ros until she gets a little closer. "Oh, why, sir--!"

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she stands up and leans down (but not so far down -- now only the porch-step makes her taller) to crown the daisy chain atop ada's hair. "well, i was -- but then i got changed. it's something that happens, sometimes, i expect. but i was afraid i'd have to play all by myself, and nothing's nearly as much fun, all by myself -- not even being changed --"

[dearcousin]

"Thank you," she says, unable to keep from laughing just a little. "I-- I should be glad to play with you, if you would like."

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"we could play at words, like guildenstern and hamlet do, but it seems too nice a day for that, doesn't it? or we could go to a field and go flying again ... or, i've a lot of pretty dresses -- we could pick some out for each other, and then go to a field and find flowers to match. or we could do all that but fly, too, if we feel like it."