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Flowering (Tarzan/Jane)
Title: Flowering
Fandom: Disney's Tarzan
Length: 401 words
Prompt: fic-or-treat: Tarzan, Tarzan/Jane, love blooming for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brokengem
Pairing: Tarzan/Jane established (post-movie)
Other: n/a
Excerpt: That was never as easy as Jane would like, but eventually she found him down by a favored watering hole with Turk and Tantor. When she explained what she wanted, he looked thoughtful for a moment, but then grabbed her hand and vaulted off into a trees with her.
Jane knew apes, but she felt a woeful ignorance when it came to plants.
"They're beautiful," she said to her father, "but I dare not pick anything, because it could be poison."
"Can't help you there, Jane my dear," he answered, not looking up from his careful sketching. She didn't think to ask who he was sketching for. Even if they lived in Africa for the rest of their lives, her father was still a researcher, through and through. He'd learn even without a scientific society to send notes back to.
"Why don't you ask your young man?" he said, tone somewhat muffled as he bit his tone in concetration.
"That's a wonderful idea, Father," she said, kissing him on the top of his bald head, and she went to find Tarzan.
*
That was never as easy as Jane would like, but eventually she found him down by a favored watering hole with Turk and Tantor. When she explained what she wanted, he looked thoughtful for a moment, but then grabbed her hand and vaulted off into a trees with her.
"You know," Turk called after him, "you could have at least finished the game!"
Jane giggled when Tarzan translated for her. "What were you playing?" she askd.
"Poker," Tarzan answered cheerfully.
"But you don't have any cards..."
"We were using rocks," he answered, but before she could inquire further (who had even taught him poker?), he set her down carefully in the midst of the jungle's bounty.
Tarzan was a patient man, and a good teacher. He pulled back leaves, uprooted vines, and talked constantly, rattling off the gorilla names for various plants and their properties. Jane did her best to take it all in.
"Take someone with you at first when you look," he cautioned. "They won't let you make mistakes."
She leaned back against him, her mind spinning with names, leaves, and roots. Sometimes she just couldn't believe she'd stayed. Every day was something new, a new transition. The world of academia was miles away from this world. But it was worth it.
"I'll make some sort of salad," she said to Tarzan, and then of course had to explain salad. It wasn't a bad meal, either, once he'd picked out one dangerously mistaken plant.
She saved another one, a decorative one, and it bloomed all summer, pink and vibrant. The next year, she kept a garden.
Fandom: Disney's Tarzan
Length: 401 words
Prompt: fic-or-treat: Tarzan, Tarzan/Jane, love blooming for
brokengemPairing: Tarzan/Jane established (post-movie)
Other: n/a
Excerpt: That was never as easy as Jane would like, but eventually she found him down by a favored watering hole with Turk and Tantor. When she explained what she wanted, he looked thoughtful for a moment, but then grabbed her hand and vaulted off into a trees with her.
Jane knew apes, but she felt a woeful ignorance when it came to plants.
"They're beautiful," she said to her father, "but I dare not pick anything, because it could be poison."
"Can't help you there, Jane my dear," he answered, not looking up from his careful sketching. She didn't think to ask who he was sketching for. Even if they lived in Africa for the rest of their lives, her father was still a researcher, through and through. He'd learn even without a scientific society to send notes back to.
"Why don't you ask your young man?" he said, tone somewhat muffled as he bit his tone in concetration.
"That's a wonderful idea, Father," she said, kissing him on the top of his bald head, and she went to find Tarzan.
*
That was never as easy as Jane would like, but eventually she found him down by a favored watering hole with Turk and Tantor. When she explained what she wanted, he looked thoughtful for a moment, but then grabbed her hand and vaulted off into a trees with her.
"You know," Turk called after him, "you could have at least finished the game!"
Jane giggled when Tarzan translated for her. "What were you playing?" she askd.
"Poker," Tarzan answered cheerfully.
"But you don't have any cards..."
"We were using rocks," he answered, but before she could inquire further (who had even taught him poker?), he set her down carefully in the midst of the jungle's bounty.
Tarzan was a patient man, and a good teacher. He pulled back leaves, uprooted vines, and talked constantly, rattling off the gorilla names for various plants and their properties. Jane did her best to take it all in.
"Take someone with you at first when you look," he cautioned. "They won't let you make mistakes."
She leaned back against him, her mind spinning with names, leaves, and roots. Sometimes she just couldn't believe she'd stayed. Every day was something new, a new transition. The world of academia was miles away from this world. But it was worth it.
"I'll make some sort of salad," she said to Tarzan, and then of course had to explain salad. It wasn't a bad meal, either, once he'd picked out one dangerously mistaken plant.
She saved another one, a decorative one, and it bloomed all summer, pink and vibrant. The next year, she kept a garden.