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01 October 2011 @ 10:36 pm
[fanfic] Looking at the Fortune Teller (I Fell in Love) - J2, PG  
Title: Looking at the Fortune Teller (I Fell in Love)
Author: tiptoe39
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s a double date at a ren faire, and when a fortune teller says Jensen’s love is near, Jared can’t hold back his feelings anymore.
Author’s notes: Birthday fic for the wonderful and lovely peppervl, who is my friend and cheerleader and fellow author, and I love her so, so much. Beta’d by the incomparable stellamaris99. This shamelessly cribs a bit from portions of my own love story, so I must also thank hedgehog39 for being the guy that the fortune teller was talking about all those years ago.

“Are you sure you don't want to buy a corset?”

Genevieve's hand is squeezing his tightly, and she's laughing, her black hair bright and glittering in the midday sun. Jared doesn't know how she does it, frankly. It's Indian summer, damned hot for the first day of October, and despite the full skirt and the bodice, Gen's radiant. By contrast, Jared, in his sad T-shirt and jeans, is sweating like a hog.

Part of it's nerves. Gen's been trying to get him to go to a ren faire for months now, and Jared's resistance finally gave out. Nerd and bookworm though he is, Jared is uncomfortable stepping over the line into the world of costumes and re-enactments. Something about the play-acting bothers him, makes him wonder if people really know the difference between fantasy and reality. Or maybe he's just been afraid that he wouldn't know the difference, should he step over that line.

But Gen often dances beyond that line, happily, and Gen's as grounded a person as he knows. That's one reason he's agreed to go with her, despite his fear of costumes and roleplay. He's sure Gen will protect him from the fat knight who tries to get him to joust, or the gaggle of bar wenches whose breasts are pushed nearly up to their chins. Still, it's hot, and they're everywhere, and Jared is sweating.

“Wait a second. Me? In a corset? I don't--”

“You don't think they make them for guys? They do. And you'd look great. You have that skinny waist.” She leans forward to pat boldly at his side, winking. Jared gets an eyeful of her then, her cleavage spilling over the top of her bodice. He reddens and looks away.

His eyes fall then on Jensen, who's running his hands over the sheath of a sword on the rack of the shop. Jensen's green eyes are fixed, rapt, and Jared catches his breath. He's never told anyone, much less Jensen, but he's become surer and surer over the course of their friendship that he'd just about kill to have Jensen look at him the way he's looking at that sword right now.

Because Jensen's beautiful, inside and out. He's the straight man to Jared's goof, the adult to his child. They've fit together perfectly since they were children, since Jensen first took his place on the swing next to Jared and said, “Let's play a game.” They've never stopped playing, though make-believe faded to video games and then to high school games of chance and daring, and now Jensen's playing in that ultimate game of chance, a double date. Jared alternately wants him and Danneel to hit it off beautifully and to crash and burn, and either way, he's white-knuckled watching them interact.

Jensen's as charming as they come. Danneel's a friend of Gen's, a pretty girl with an air of cheerfulness around her, and she seems to be charming Jensen right back. The way they smile at each other is... well, it's enviable, Jared thinks with a sinking heart. At least Gen isn’t under the impression this is a real double date, or this would be even more embarrassing than it already is.

“It's the right thing to do,” she says now, patting him on the arm. “You want to see him happy, right?”

“Right,” Jared says. “Of course.”

“We could try to get him into the corset.”

Jared laughs, his hair flying forward as he doubles over. The image is hilarious. He can just see Jensen's expression as they'd lace him up, his eyes bugging out further and further with each pull of ribbon, his mouth flat with bitten-back wisecracks. Then, when the bones of the thing were hugging his waist so tightly it made him curve impeccably--

The laughter stops and Jared claps a hand over his mouth. He quite discreetly adjusts. If Gen notices, she says nothing.

A fortune teller sitting half-shrouded by a tent is chanting and shuffling tarot cards, and Jensen loses his focus on the sword and exits the shop. “Hey,” he calls, “let's do this. Come on.” Jared's eyebrows lift, and he shrugs and moves forward into the tent, shrugging his hand into his pocket to pull out a wad of bills that's already way too thin from buying water bottles and an overpriced trinket Gen couldn't quite cover with her own funds. He's a sucker, and he'll be the first one to admit it, but at least he has fun.

The lady is bright-eyed, if a bit nutty-looking with her head-scarf and distractingly flashing hoop earrings. “Welcome,” she says, if the half-chanting singsong can be called talking. “Who may I help to see the future today? You?” She bends toward Gen.

“Uh-uh.” Gen backs off. “No thanks.” Her lip is curled, and Jared has the feeling she'd rather go ten rounds with a pit bull.

“Jensen, you go.” Jared pushes him forward with a hand clapped on his back, and Jensen stumbles forward. He's all ready to demur, but Danneel fixes him with a pert grin and shining eyes, and Jensen sighs and sits in the wicker chair before the fortune teller's table.

She looks him over, still humming under her breath, and then asks, “Would you like me to divine your future, or would you like to ask a particular question? About love, perhaps, or your career?”

“Go for the love fortune,” Gen says. Apparently she's good with the pit bull mauling as long as it's not her in the hot seat. “Come on, you know you want to.”

Danneel giggles in response. Jensen looks to Jared for emergency extraction, but Jared isn't about to give him the satisfaction. Slumping over, he says, “Fine. Sure. My love life.”

Jared forks over the fifteen bucks it says on the sign, and the fortune teller pushes the deck of cards toward Jensen to cut. The small space of the tent falls eerily silent but for the sound of the cards being shuffled, the four of them mesmerized by the way the fortune teller shifts and tosses them from hand to hand. At last, she spreads the deck in a navy blue fan across the white tablecloth. “Draw the card that calls to you,” she says.

Jensen's hand hovers over the deck. It moves back and forth unsurely, and then comes down on a card on the left side. He draws it forward, and the fortune teller's hand overtakes his, sliding the card to the center of the table without turning it over. She counts and chants, moving card by card with nimble fingers until she has drawn a series of five.cards, Jensen's chosen card in the middle. “Good?” she asks him. Jensen looks at them briefly and nods.

She turns over the center card first. The Lovers.

“Ooh,” Gen and Danneel sigh in unison.

“Indeed,” the fortune teller says. “You have a strong sixth sense, young man.”

Jensen blows air through his lips derisively. The fortune teller goes on and turns over the next two cards. “You are very close to falling deeply in love. This light heart of yours will know great emotion soon.”

Danneel blushes. Gen grins wholeheartedly. As for Jared, he doesn't know how to react. Lord knows what that could mean, if it means anything. If it's not just fortune teller bullshit. Which, let's face it, it probably is. Jared's never given much credence to the supernatural.

The fortune teller turns over the final two cards, and she gives a small gasp. Jared thinks it's mind-numbingly bad acting, but Jensen sits forward, suddenly interested. “What?”

“Your love,” the woman says, “is right before your eyes.”

Jensen's eyes are blown wide, dragonfly green, and he looks so gorgeous in the wavering shadows of the tent that Jared forgets to breathe. God, if only. If only.

Gen has moved to Danneel's side and is giggling with her as though Jensen's just gone to one knee and proposed. Jensen turns away from them and catches Jared's eyes. “What do you think?”

Jared forces himself to shrug and grin. “Who knows?”

They thank the fortune teller and make their way out, off to catch the next attraction. Jared watches Danneel and Jensen chat back and forth animatedly, Gen tailing them by a half-step and adding her own interjections to the conversation. Jared lets them walk ahead. A deep, bitter sting of longing curls its way upward through his stomach and lodges in his chest.

The stands are full of people with dubious relationships with their deodorant. Jared's got his nose angled permanently toward Gen's greasy French fries just to drown out the stench. “Aren't those not very medieval?” he asks. Gen gives him a dirty look. “Good is good no matter what world you're in,” she declares. She brandishes a French fry. “En garde.”

Jared laughs and picks up another. “Take that, you lout.”

“Come on, guys,” Jensen says, “this isn't fencing, this is jousting!” He shrugs a shoulder at the action below, where some fellows on horses are undoubtedly sweating up a storm under their armor and somehow managing to push big old Nerf spears at each other over and over. Jared pins the believability at somewhere between wrestling and elementary school plays. “You gotta find the longest French fry in the batch.”

“Get your fingers out of my fries,” Gen says, snatching them up with a scowl.

“Hey,” Danneel says from the other side of Jensen. “I'm gonna get jealous.”

“Don't give me that.” Jensen slings his arm around Danneel casually. She leans in, her hair pretty as it cascades over his shoulder. Jared stuffs the French fry in his mouth, suddenly in no mood to joust, or fence, or anything. They look good together. Like they might work. Like he might not be seen without her by his side for months, years. Maybe forever. Maybe Danneel's the one.

What's the difference? It's not like Jensen hasn't had girlfriends before. Jared remembers a half-dozen over their years, all the way back to junior high school. Hell, he remembers hearing detailed stories of Jensen's make-out sessions, remembers a side-by-side comparison chart of cleavage from the Period D phys ed class that he and Jensen drew together, laughing. Half of the fun of planning this double date had come from Jensen declaring that even if he didn't fall for Gen's friend, maybe he'd pick up a bar wench.

But that’s just the thing. It’s never been serious. Jensen’s been avoiding dating for months. It took him ages to agree to this date, even after Gen had wheedled Jared into the idea. And maybe, just maybe, his reluctance had given Jared some room to believe that something was possible between them. The fortune teller had said Jensen's love was right before his eyes, and without realizing it, Jared had laid a tiny, heavy piece of hope over his heart. And it's weighed him down so completely that seeing Jensen so cozy with Danneel is enough to break him.

He shifts in his seat. Gen turns to him, lays a hand over his arm. “Jared, don't,” she warns. “Come on.”

“Huh?” Jensen casts a quick glance over. “You OK?”

Jared tries to smile, but his mouth freezes halfway. His eyes rake one more time over the waves of auburn hair that lie casually against Jensen's shoulder. Jared's felt that shoulder, it's been his place to cry when nobody else understood. It feels like watching his home burn to the ground.

He gets to his feet. He can't be a witness to this. As much as he thought he could, he just can't.

He expects Gen to stalk him down to the shadowed space beneath the stands, to slap some sense into him. Jared's free of her for just a few moments, though, and he leans against one of the struts, cards his fingers through his hair and tries to breathe. Maybe he can pull himself together and claim a sour stomach, head home early and buy some time to figure out how the hell he's going to deal with Jensen from now on.

He'll manage, somehow. Tons of people have fallen in love with their best friends before. Surely there has to be some say to live with it. He just needs the time and space to find a solution.

Time and space he doesn't get. Jensen's hand is familiar and warm on his shoulder. “Jared, hey. What's the problem, man?”

Jared turns and he's already too close to Jensen, already breathing in his skin and the look in his eyes. “Nothing,” he says automatically. “Nothing, just, uh... not feeling great.”

“Right, and I have a bridge to sell you,” Jensen rejoins. “Talk to me. You looked like you saw a ghost.”

“I... no. No ghosts.” Jared shifts away from Jensen's touch, takes a step back. “You, uh, you having a good time?”

Jensen looks at him critically for a moment, and then folds his arms over his chest. “OK,” he says. “I'll play along. Sure. I'm having a nice time.”

“G-getting along with Danneel?”

Jensen shrugs. “She's nice.”

“Looked like you were really getting close.” Jared forces a smile. “Really taking that fortune to heart, huh?”

“You're the one who's set me up on this date. I thought you wanted me to get along with Dani.”

“It's Dani now?” The words come out faster and more bitter than Jared wants them too. His heart accelerates, and he can feel himself moving into that gear where he doesn't know what'll come out of his mouth next. This never goes to a good place, and he can't push himself out of it, he doesn't know how.

“What's gotten into you?” Jensen's frowning at him now. “You got jumpy all of a sudden.”

“I'm just surprised.” He's not talking, he's hearing somebody else with his face talk, and he can't stop it. “I mean, first there was that fortune teller--”

“Wait. What does the fortune teller have to do with anything?”

“I just didn't realize you believed in that stuff, that's all. You're taking it pretty seriously.”

“I'm not!”

“Well, maybe I am.”

Jensen's mouth hangs open. He struggles for words. His brows drawn together, his eyes wide-open questions, he's so gorgeous that it takes all of Jared's strength not to rush forward and kiss the life out of him. “I mean, maybe it's true. Maybe you're gonna find true love. And that'd be great, I mean, I'd be really happy for you. Obviously. You're my best friend.”

“I am so lost right now,” Jensen says, scratching the back of his neck.

“It's just that, well, did you ever think.. maybe you're not looking in the right place?” Oh, God, his words won't stop. “I mean, maybe the love that's right in front of you isn't where you think it'll be. Maybe it's-- maybe it's someone you never thought you could love. Like that. I mean.”

A flicker of understanding sparks in Jensen's eyes and he steps forward. “Jared, careful,” he says. “You sure you know what you're saying?”

His arm extends. Jared catches it. The moment fragments into a thousand sensations. Solid wrist in his hands and the crowd cheering somewhere above them, a shadow over Jensen's face, his heart beating like a snare drum riff, high and sharp in his chest. No one thought taking precedence, just a whole-body awareness of this moment. Its like looking at life through a kaleidoscope, and the tumblers are turning, throwing Jared off his balance every other second.

Off his balance and forward, and Jensen's frozen in the moment too. Their eyes are connected, wide with the bright light of something's-happening-here that drowns out all other thought. Jared tries to break from it, but the want that's propelling him forward is too powerful. Jensen's his only hope right now, the only person who can shove him back and keep this from happening, keep them from getting any closer.

But the shove doesn't come. Instead Jensen rolls forward onto the balls of his feet, pressing forward and up. His eyes hold Jared's, and his mouth parts just slightly. Jared thinks maybe, just maybe...

“You guys OK in there?”

Gen's got her hands folded over her arms, and her shadow lengthens over the floor until it reaches their feet. Jared and Jensen stumble backward. A moment later Danneel peeks out from behind her, her face all innocent confusion. “What's going on?”

Gen's eyes flash into Jared's for as long as it takes to tell him she saw, she knows. Then she turns to Danneel, shrugging. “Guy time. I guess we don't have enough testosterone for them.”

“Oh.” Danneel's brows furrow. “Jared, are you feeling OK? We were worried.”

Jared feels like a spilled soda. The thing he's been keeping alive inside is bared, tossed out all over the floor, and it can't be put back again. They can play innocent in front of Gen's friend all they like, but the truth is there, his life has been upended. Now he's on no foundation at all, spinning out there in space, with no idea what happens next.

“Jensen, why don't you and Dani go ahead,” Gen says. “We'll catch up.” She fixes her eyes on Jared and approaches him, pushing Jensen out of the way to take Jared by the arm. Still stumbling, a bit breathless, Jensen nods wordlessly and guides Danneel out into the crowd, now thickening after the end of the event. They disappear from view and Gen turns on Jared. “You stupid idiot,” she said. “I can't believe you. This is when you decide to say something? Today, of all days? The day you finally get him out on a date, after how long?”

“I didn't mean to.” Jared rubs a hand against the bruised shoulder. “It just kind of happened.”

Gen drags him out from the shelter of the stands. “Come on. We're going home.”

“I didn't do anything.”

“You did enough.”

Jared moans. “You're right. God, he knows now. He's got to know. What the hell do I do?”

“Go home,” Gen says. “Let him work it out.”

“But Danneel--”

“I'll talk to her.” Gen pats him on the arm. He looks at her, and there's encouragement in her smile that gives him hope, just a little. Maybe he hasn't ruined everything. Maybe, despite this, Jensen is sitting somewhere with Danneel, explaining to her how Jared's just a big prankster at heart, and he was just trying to make Jensen nervous. Hell, maybe Jensen's convinced himself that's what happened. Maybe Jared won't have to explain anything at all. Maybe everything will be OK.

And maybe Jensen will start dating Danneel in earnest, and Jared will be back where he started.

“You're thinking to hard,” Gen says, whapping him lightly on the shoulder. “I told you, I'll take care of things. Go home.”

Jared nods. He makes it almost all the way out to his car before his breath leaves him again and he's overwhelmed with the almost-feeling of Jensen's mouth, the closeness of the kiss. What must Jensen think now? What will happen to them?

As it turns out, nothing happens. As in, nothing at all. He doesn't see Jensen for another week and change, and that's probably as it should be. Gen calls to check up on him, but he doesn't really want to know the details of what happened with Jensen and Danneel's blind date, or whether they've gone out again. So he distracts her by talking incessantly about work, or his family, or asking after her family, anything and everything but the one topic that's lurking in the background like the proverbial elephant. He's not ready. And he wants to know from Jensen, if he's going to find out. Jensen's still his best friend. Somehow they'll find a way to talk again. They always have. Jared still believes in that, enough so that it's granted him some peace.

It's peace he clings to when everything seems lonely and confused and up in the air. Which is pretty often. He's dug himself into this pit, thought, and he'd better make himself comfortable, because he can't get himself out of it.

And then, one evening after he's come home and walked the dogs and made dinner, the doorbell rings.

Jensen is alone on the walk, features shadowed a bit by the slant of the porch light, and his eyes are shy as they angle up toward Jared.

“Hey,” Jared says. He can't hold back a huge grin. Friend or ex-friend or crush or whatever, Jensen's a sight for sore eyes.

“Hey, Jay,” Jensen says. He's pushed his hands into his pockets.

“It's damn good to see you. Come on in.” Pleasure and relief are flooding Jared's body, and he can't find the presence of mind to be nervous. Jensen's here. Jensen came over to see him. It's not the end of them.

“You too.” Jensen grins. “I missed this stinky place of yours.” The dogs come bounding over to say hi, and Jensen says, “Yeah, yeah, and you guys too,” bending to greet them.

It all feels normal, like always, like every year they've spent as friends, and Jared has to bite down his grin. “So what's been going on? I haven't see you.”

“You know. Work.”

Somehow the only questions he can think to ask are the ones he's been avoiding whenever he talks to Gen. “So did you guys have a decent time after I left?”

“You know.” Jensen shrugs. “She was nice, but there was never going to be much there.”

“No?” Jared raises his eyebrows. “Sorry.”

“Don't be.” Jensen moves to the sink in the kitchen, looking with distaste at the pile of dishes there. Without ceremony he grabs Jared's sponge and squeezes dishwashing liquid over it. “You are such a pig,” he says, laughter in his voice, and starts scrubbing.

Jared pushes forward and tries to wrestle him out of the way. “Don't do that. It's my place, I'll wash my own damn dishes.”

“When? When you're retired?” Jensen tries to reassert himself, his shoulder digging into Jared's as they fight over mastery of the sink. Jared's pulse accelerates, but mostly it's just them, their usual horseplay, and he can't find it in himself to get heated up about it.

Yeah, Jensen's gorgeous and touchable. If Jared could, if he thought it was all right, he'd probably wrestle Jensen right to the ground and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. But that's not what is going on, and that's OK.

Honestly, he has no idea where all his bitterness went. Maybe he was just feeling like crap that day. Or maybe it's just freeing to know that he's said how he feels and now the ball's no longer in his court. It's Jensen's move now. Whatever he chooses to do with it.

What he chooses to do, after they've fought over the dishes and flicked water at each other and played tug-of-war with the dishtowel, is turn on Jared all of a sudden and say, “So. About what happened at the ren faire.”

Jared's blood freezes. “What about it?” he asks.

“Gen told Danneel that you were just playing a prank. Was that what you were doing?” Jensen's face is serious all of a sudden, and it's a hard face to look at when it's that serious. Jared always wants to reach forward and count his freckles when they're that still. The temptation is unbearable. “Was it? A prank?”

Jared shrugs. Keep it light, he thinks. “If that's how you want to think of it, sure.”

“What does that mean?” Jensen frowns. “Either it was or it wasn't.”

“But it's your choice,” Jared says. “You want to think of it as a prank, fine, then that's what it was. But if you want to take it seriously, then -- well, yeah.” He reddens. “We can take it seriously then.”

Jensen looks at him for a long, silent moment. Jared forgets what oxygen tastes like. His lungs are caving in by the time Jensen opens his mouth again.

“Then yeah,” he says, “I take it seriously.”

“Because that's how you think I take it?” Jared says. “Or because...”

“Because I felt something,” Jensen says. “At the faire, when you …” He stops, and Jared knows the words he swallows are tried to kiss me. “When you said all that. I felt something. And... and yeah, because you meant it, I know you. You can't tell me you didn't mean it. I know you did.”

“I just had to say something,” Jared says. “It was eating me up and I thought, one way or another I've gotta say it--”

He shuts up. Jensen's eyes are burning, and there's a layer of pink under the dusting of freckles on his nose.

“And because I miss you,” Jensen says. “And I'd rather try this with you, and screw it up, and then lose you, then just lose you because I wasn't willing to try.”

A grin breaks large across Jared's face. He's shaking with relief, and his heart is thudding, almost shivering with happiness. “You won't screw it up,” he says. “No matter what, we'll always be friends. I'm not gonna lose you, either.”

He dares to take Jensen's hand. It's warm, and familiar, and it folds around him.

“So,” he says, shy, “what now?”

Jensen goes fully red. “Guess this is the part where you kiss me,” he says, and his voice is shy and small.

“Well.” Jared feels gangly and awkward. “I mean, we don't have to rush anything. We have time and stuff, and--”

And Jensen's a breath away from him and closing the the gap.

Jared hurries to correct himself. “OK, or we could--” That's as far as he gets.

Jensen's lips are warm, perfect. They're everything Jared ever wanted, and, heart full to bursting, he moves forward and cups Jensen's face in his hands. Still not close enough, and he curls his hand back to wrap around the nape of Jensen's neck, then slide down his back. His other arm cinches tight around Jensen's waist, and only when he has that grip does he realize Jensen's returned the embrace and is holding him fast. The kiss buzzes like sunshine on his lips, alive and strong.

The disposal gurgles disapprovingly at them, and they break apart and laugh.

“This is a weird place to be doing this,” Jensen says.

Jared can't stop grinning long enough to speak, so he just nods.

Somehow they end up on the couch, the same place where they've played Tekken tournaments and watched the Cowboys kick butts and field goals, and Jensen has a smile on his face that's equal parts pleased and shy. It's too gorgeous for Jared to have permission to kiss him and not do it. He reaches out, draws Jensen close, and their lips meet like they're magnetized. Jensen gives a small sound Jared's never heard from him before, not in all their years, and before long their arms are wrapped around each other. They're clinging and kissing and twining into each other like vines, like they've been growing up all this time just so they could grow together now.

Jensen's breathless, and Jared's ardently pressing hot kisses into his neck, when he pulls away with a long gasp and says, “Whoa. Jared.”

“Huh?” Jared's body is so hot that when the cold shudder of dread goes through him, it shocks his whole system.

“We've got a long time,” Jensen says, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Let's... let's cool it for now, OK?

“Yeah.” Jared's unsure. “Yeah, of course.”

Jensen leans in and presses his lips to Jared's once, soft. “This is good,” he says. “It's just... it's really good. It's good enough I don't need--”

Jared curls his arm around Jensen's shoulder. “We've got all our lives,” he says. He doesn't mean it as a sweeping declaration, but for a moment it echoes in his ears and he's afraid that's how Jensen will take it.

But Jensen just leans in to him and closes his eyes. “I know,” he says.

And as it turns out, they do.

Lady Strangesynnerxx on October 2nd, 2011 02:57 am (UTC)
This is so sweet with just the right touch of angst in the beginning. :D I love it.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 2nd, 2011 04:11 am (UTC)
Thank you, darling! I'm glad you liked!
Nessa--The Smite Faerie: J2 Lovepeppervl on October 2nd, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)


Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 2nd, 2011 12:14 pm (UTC)
yay :D i wanted it to be good for you *loves* thanks bb. hope your birthday is happy and your morning-after is without hangovers :D
Akadougalakadougal on October 2nd, 2011 01:34 pm (UTC)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 2nd, 2011 02:48 pm (UTC)
That is, in fact, the desired reaction. YAY! XD
Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?: J2 twizzlertebtosca on October 2nd, 2011 04:45 pm (UTC)
You wrote J2!!! Squee, bb, this is so adorable <333333
Tiptoe39: wincesttiptoe39 on October 2nd, 2011 04:47 pm (UTC)
I never get to write J2, it's such a treat for me!!!! I'm so glad you liked it <3
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Tiptoe39: tamakitiptoe39 on October 3rd, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
Yay! Glad it hit the sweet button :D
borgmama1of5borgmama1of5 on October 2nd, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)

As a Ren Faire addict, you got the feel of it just right. And the story was sweet :)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 3rd, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
Haha, and I've only ever been to the one.. :D glad it worked! Glad you liked :)
malcolm_doylemalcolm_doyle on October 2nd, 2011 06:29 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, how beautiful was this! I loved every single moment, every single line. Just perfection. Wonderful job.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 3rd, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
Gosh, such high praise! <3 Thank you!
keerawakeerawa on October 3rd, 2011 02:40 pm (UTC)
Very sweet!
Tiptoe39: caketiptoe39 on October 3rd, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
That was the idea! :D Thanks!
I breathe therefore I writesandymg on October 3rd, 2011 06:23 pm (UTC)
Oh how beautiful. Just loved the pacing and emotion in this.

And this: They're clinging and kissing and twining into each other like vines, like they've been growing up all this time just so they could grow together now.

--- Is just gorgeous writing.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 3rd, 2011 07:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much!!! That means the world to me. <3 Thanks for taking the time to read!
Teritmn1966 on October 4th, 2011 03:41 pm (UTC)
Very lovely. You showed us everything in such a sweet little fic, and now I'm all happy because I know they had all their lives together. :)
the key of the day and the lock of the night: J2locknkey on October 4th, 2011 05:30 pm (UTC)
Aw - very sweet. :)