Title: Shooting for the Stars
Main Story:
In the HeartFlavors, Toppings, Extras: Vinegar 15 (high voltage), guava 15 (life is but a dream), malt (gandolforf's birthday prompt: a pocky chain (at least five parts) of your characters' dreams.), caramel (the last bit), whipped cream (the first two), pocky chain.
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Ivy, dreaming.
Notes: The last of my birthday prompts!... just in time for my next birthday. Lordy.
When she was little, Ivy wanted to be, in order, an astronaut explorer princess inventor ballerina evil overlord of the entire planet. Who maybe did some pirating on the side.
"I don't know," her dad said, when she told him this. "Piracy takes a lot of time. You might have to hire someone to fill in on the overlording."
"Nah," Ivy said. "When you're overlord you can do anything you wanna. 'Swhat being an overlord means."
"Okay," he said, and went back to reading the newspaper.
"I'm gonna need to borrow your boat though," Ivy added. "Can I?"
"We'll see."
--
The teacher called on Ivy first. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea.
"When I grow up," Ivy began, standing at her seat, "I am going to be a veterinarian. A veterinarian is somebody who fixes hurt and sick animals. I really like animals, and I really like fixing things, so I am going to be a veterinarian."
"Very good, Ivy," the teacher said.
"That is," she continued, shooting the teacher a look, "if I don't get to be the ruler of the world first." She nodded firmly, said, "Now I'm done," and sat down.
Nobody could top that.
--
Ivy managed a few minutes in the breakroom between appointments. It was the first time she'd gotten to sit all day.
Being the apprentice vet sucked. Technically she was fully qualified, but really, she had no experience, and everyone here treated her that way. Sitting in on appointments, doing paperwork, stints at every job in the practice...
"Hey." Mary, one of the volunteers, sat down next to her. "You look beat."
Ivy opened her mouth, just as someone down the hall hollered her name.
"I dream of peace and quiet," she said, getting up to go, and made Mary laugh.
--
It was Danny's flavor of the week who uttered the fateful words, at dinner.
"I don't get why gay marriage is so important," he said. "They get civil partnerships. That's practically the same. What's the big deal?"
Everyone froze. Ivy finished her drink, and set it down. "Hey, here's a thought," she said. "How about we take away your steak and give you spam instead? They're practically the same." She put a twenty on the table, and left.
The guy stared after her, blinking. "What?" he said, looking around. "Did I say something wrong?"
"You," Danny said, "are so dumped."
--
"I was thinking," Gina said, one night, "about dreams."
Ivy, occupied with the finger Gina stroked over her collarbone, blinked. "Dreams?"
"Dreams. Things you want. I was thinking how mine changed." She smiled. "I wanted to be a nun once."
Ivy considered that, as the finger strayed to her ear. "Can't see it."
Gina laughed. "What about you?"
She thought about it, about Gina and her smile and their children, safely asleep. "I wanted this," she said, at last.
Several minutes later, she added, "Mind you, I'd still like to rule the world."
"Shut up and kiss me," Gina said.