Title: Crown of Pens
Verse: Grand Ambitions
Claim: Sumerian ME Bingo![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
allbingo
Beta: None
Fandom: Original
Character: Delora, Maeve
Pair: Delora/Maeve
Author: Katt/![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spiralicious
Words: 325
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Maeve can have a one track mind. Delora worships her just the same, even when the attention isn't directed at her.
Warnings: None
Written for the prompt (s): Loosening of the Hair
Delora watched Maeve study over her script with the same laser focus she gave everything else. Her hair was a mess pulled up on the top of her head, held together with an assortment of writing implements; a red pen for “definite” corrections, pencils for “maybe” corrections, a bright green pencil for stage directions, and a few more leftover from projects earlier in the evening. The collection gave her the silhouette of a pin cushion.
Maeve's mouth soundlessly formed the words on the page, oblivious in her little bubble, mentally watching the play unfold in front of her. She blindly reached for and replaced pens as notes needed until she pulled just the right (or wrong) one and her hair came tumbling down in a cascade of loose red curls.
The harsh clatter of pens and pencils bouncing off the wood floor momentarily broke Maeve's spell. She startled, looking around her for the source of the noise.
Delora stepped in before Maeve could even push out her chair. “Don't worry. I've got it.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough. Maeve turned back to her script and continued her work.
Delora picked the pens up off the floor and arranged them in a neat line by size on Maeve's desk. She then turned her attention to Maeve's hair. It was uncharacteristically neglected. Delora reverently held it section by section and gently combing her fingers through, removing knots and pencils as she found them, and notably a paperclip. She worked her way from the ends to the crown. Satisfied her beloved's fiery curls laid correctly once more, she started to massage Maeve's scalp. Maeve sat up straighter, elongating her neck with a dancer's posture in response, but it was the only acknowledgment she made of anything outside the text she was studying on the stack of pages in her hand.
It was alright. Delora knew all would be rewarded when production was over.
Verse: Grand Ambitions
Claim: Sumerian ME Bingo
allbingoBeta: None
Fandom: Original
Character: Delora, Maeve
Pair: Delora/Maeve
Author: Katt/
spiraliciousWords: 325
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Maeve can have a one track mind. Delora worships her just the same, even when the attention isn't directed at her.
Warnings: None
Written for the prompt (s): Loosening of the Hair
Delora watched Maeve study over her script with the same laser focus she gave everything else. Her hair was a mess pulled up on the top of her head, held together with an assortment of writing implements; a red pen for “definite” corrections, pencils for “maybe” corrections, a bright green pencil for stage directions, and a few more leftover from projects earlier in the evening. The collection gave her the silhouette of a pin cushion.
Maeve's mouth soundlessly formed the words on the page, oblivious in her little bubble, mentally watching the play unfold in front of her. She blindly reached for and replaced pens as notes needed until she pulled just the right (or wrong) one and her hair came tumbling down in a cascade of loose red curls.
The harsh clatter of pens and pencils bouncing off the wood floor momentarily broke Maeve's spell. She startled, looking around her for the source of the noise.
Delora stepped in before Maeve could even push out her chair. “Don't worry. I've got it.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough. Maeve turned back to her script and continued her work.
Delora picked the pens up off the floor and arranged them in a neat line by size on Maeve's desk. She then turned her attention to Maeve's hair. It was uncharacteristically neglected. Delora reverently held it section by section and gently combing her fingers through, removing knots and pencils as she found them, and notably a paperclip. She worked her way from the ends to the crown. Satisfied her beloved's fiery curls laid correctly once more, she started to massage Maeve's scalp. Maeve sat up straighter, elongating her neck with a dancer's posture in response, but it was the only acknowledgment she made of anything outside the text she was studying on the stack of pages in her hand.
It was alright. Delora knew all would be rewarded when production was over.
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