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storypaint) wrote2009-01-12 01:25 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-12 01:25 pm
Words Enough (Mulan/Ariel)
Title: Words Enough
Length: 164 words
Fandom: Mulan/The Little Mermaid: college students AU (Disney Hall)
Pairing/characters: Mulan/Ariel
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Prompt/challenge you're answering: no_true_pair: Mulan versus Ariel, battle of wits
Excerpt: It was a compliment, better to see the stars in the dark, and they sat after class arguing about Buddhism and Neitzsche, Mulan's hands shoved deep in her pockets, Ariel's high-heeled feet tapping as a nervous habit.
The two of them were quite a pair-- Mulan, comfortable in boys' jeans and sweatshirts, and Ariel, princess in tank tops and miniskirts. They were so opposite, in fact, that it pleased their English 101 teacher to throw them together on peer-editing assignments.
Neither of them were stereotypical writers. Ariel's romances were vivacious, full of life, and Mulan's poetry was sparse, sitting heavily on one's chest. One might call it a battle of wits or personalities, but they knew better.
It was a compliment, better to see the stars in the dark, and they sat after class arguing about Buddhism and Neitzsche, Mulan's hands shoved deep in her pockets, Ariel's high-heeled feet tapping as a nervous habit.
It was a meeting of minds, the beginning of a wonderful friendship, and they both marked the occasion in separate ways. Ariel's heroes had Chinese roots; Mulan's muses were red-headed.
Their love story hadn't been written, not yet, but that was a piece they'd have to coauthor.
Length: 164 words
Fandom: Mulan/The Little Mermaid: college students AU (Disney Hall)
Pairing/characters: Mulan/Ariel
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Prompt/challenge you're answering: no_true_pair: Mulan versus Ariel, battle of wits
Excerpt: It was a compliment, better to see the stars in the dark, and they sat after class arguing about Buddhism and Neitzsche, Mulan's hands shoved deep in her pockets, Ariel's high-heeled feet tapping as a nervous habit.
The two of them were quite a pair-- Mulan, comfortable in boys' jeans and sweatshirts, and Ariel, princess in tank tops and miniskirts. They were so opposite, in fact, that it pleased their English 101 teacher to throw them together on peer-editing assignments.
Neither of them were stereotypical writers. Ariel's romances were vivacious, full of life, and Mulan's poetry was sparse, sitting heavily on one's chest. One might call it a battle of wits or personalities, but they knew better.
It was a compliment, better to see the stars in the dark, and they sat after class arguing about Buddhism and Neitzsche, Mulan's hands shoved deep in her pockets, Ariel's high-heeled feet tapping as a nervous habit.
It was a meeting of minds, the beginning of a wonderful friendship, and they both marked the occasion in separate ways. Ariel's heroes had Chinese roots; Mulan's muses were red-headed.
Their love story hadn't been written, not yet, but that was a piece they'd have to coauthor.