Hello everyone! I've decided to write a set of vignettes (one-shots, drabbles, whatever you want to call them) about all of your favorite (or not-so-favorite) AGATB pairings. Check out the Beauties & Rebels forum. I have a post there under "Pairings". If you want to see a particular pairing, let me know there! You can also let me know in a review if you'd rather do it that way.
At the top of each story I'll have some info about which pairing it's centered around, the particular synopsis and rating, etc. The rating is set at T for now, but not every fic will be rated that. That's probably the highest these fics will go. If that changes, the rating will as well.
Title: My Goddess
Summary: Felicity isn't of Ithal's world.
I groan and my eyelids flutter open to see a familiar girl seated before me, naked but for the blanket draped across her shoulder, falling revealingly down her back. I feel a smile spread across my face until I realize that something is wrong with the girl.
"Felicity?" I murmur, my smile faltering. I don't know much English, but I do know a few things—the important things, really. I know greetings and farewells and common words. I know how to express my amorous feelings, if they even need words, and how to say her name, among other things.
The girl—Felicity—stands up, and the blanket falls off of her. She's a goddess really—my goddess. Memories from last night fill my mind. She'd snuck out of school late at night, in just a nightgown, and we'd made love right here on the floor of the tent in which I currently live. She hadn't wanted to fall asleep here. In fact, she'd said that she was going to go back to her school as soon as we were through. By the way light is shining through the small opening in the tent flap, I can tell that things didn't go as she planned.
"Where is my nightgown, Ithal?" she spits, looking down at me. It's chilly in the early morning air, and I don't avert my eyes from all the parts of her body that have come alive in the cold.
Still, her venomous accent doesn't please me. "I don't know," I murmur, squinting now. The light is beginning to bother me, or maybe I sense that everything is going wrong.
"How do you not know where it is?" Felicity growls. She doesn't seem so felicitous, as her name implies. "You're the one who took it off."
I have trouble expressing myself, but manage to say, "Well, it's not my nightgown. And I didn't really have time to…to fold it for you and put it in your wardrobe."
Felicity snorts now. "Very funny. I suppose I'll have to run back to school in this."
I stand up, wrapping the other blanket around me. "Felicity, wait…" She steps out of the tent, and I follow her, grabbing onto her arm. "I'll get you a shirt; you'll be cold like that." I gesture at the way she's draped the blanket around her now. "And some shoes, how'd you get here without shoes?"
Felicity ignores me words. Instead, she averts her eyes from mine and glares at my hand on her arm. She shakes it off and turns around, stomping off.
"Come back here!" I command, chasing after her. I've never had a woman do this to me before. It's not that I've been with many women, but there have been others. But that's when I remember—Felicity may be a goddess, but she's not mine. She doesn't belong to my world.
Still, the thought doesn't come soon enough. I grab onto her blanket now, desperate to hold on. It's my blanket, really. I'll be cold with only one. She keeps walking, tugging at the blanket, but it falls off. She turns to glare at me, naked and beautiful in the just risen sun.
She doesn't even seem phased by her nudity. She waits a second, and then grabs the blanket before wrapping it around herself once more. "I lied to you, Ithal," she says. The frankness in her voice stops me from following her. My one hand falls useless at my side. The other stays gripped on my blanket. "I lied to you when you said you loved me. I've never loved anyone."
And with that, she turns around and leaves me, standing there in a blanket, cold and ashamed.
She's not my goddess.