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invderlavaTitle: Golden Butterflies And Tarnished Tin
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: It's pretty G
Warnings: FLUFF, minor angst
Summary: Cain takes a walk in the palace garden and meets a surprise.
The Winter Palace was truly a spectacular sight in the summer. When the ice thawed and the lake surrounding the building warmed to comfortable enough temperatures, Wyatt Cain found that it was pleasant to stroll around the rather large garden located on the south side.
Nobody knew he was here, of course. It was midday, so everyone (except for perhaps Ambrose, that man could work through the day in his lab without eating anything to the astonishment of everyone, excluding the Queen) would be at lunch on the other side of the palace.
Cain stopped and closed his eyes, tilting his hat upwards and letting the suns’ light hit his face, enjoying the simple act of feeling the warm rays for the millionth time since Glitch and DG let him out of that suit. He opened his eyes and looked around at the bright flowers in sudden sadness.
Adora had a garden once, a beautiful little garden with daisies and poppies and all sorts of flowers that Wyatt didn’t know the names to. She’d had the most delicate green thumb, caring for everything imaginable that could inhabit a backyard, even including the insects.
Cain could almost imagine one summer day back then, where he was sitting on the back porch pretending to read a newspaper, when he really was fondly watching Adora work the soil and watching little Jeb jump up into the air as best as a three-year-old could in order to catch a particularly evasive butterfly-
Cain blinked out of his daydream. Butterfly? He looked curiously to the right, watching a yellow butterfly flit about in jerky movements. Cain raised an eyebrow. That was strange; Ambrose had mentioned once that they didn’t get butterflies this far up north, even at this time of year. Either the advisor was mistaken (which wasn’t likely), or he’d lied (which also wasn’t likely), because there was an honest to gods butterfly flying around a sunflower.
Cain stayed silent, merely watching as the butterfly landed on the large yellow flower, nearly blending into the petals. An interesting conundrum; Ambrose would have a field day with it if Wyatt told him. And he would too, just to watch the inventor squirm in bewilderment.
But Cain could appreciate the rare beauty of the insect, flicking its wings open and closed as if it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to rise back up into the air or not.
Adora had once said that if you caught a butterfly and let it go, it would grant you a wish. Wyatt hadn’t really believed her then, back when they had just started dating. But now, now he could believe just because he wanted to. Just because it was still painful to think about her, and he didn’t want that any more; he didn’t want to forget her, never would he forget her, but he didn’t want the constant pain in the hollow of his chest where his heart used to be bothering him as much anymore.
Wyatt was tired of living in the past all the time. He’d had to watch his family torn apart so many times that he would never forget it, and that alone made him want to move on from it. He’d told DG once that she just had to let go, and now Cain supposed that it was time to practice what he preached.
Cain sighed through his nose, reaching up to adjust his hat brim out of habit, but jerking his hand away immediately in surprise. The butterfly flittered off from where it had settled on his hat, and floated down right in front of Cain’s astonished face, landing neatly on his hand. He stared in confusion; Wyatt didn’t know how butterflies usually acted around humans, but he didn’t think this was entirely normal.
The butterfly stayed put on Cain’s hand, even when he moved his other one to gently cup them around the delicate insect.
Butterfly caught.
Wyatt admired the butterfly’s beauty at that moment, the golden wings staying closed, almost as if allowing him to look. He took his hand away and the butterfly rose up into the air again, fluttering in front of Cain’s face before darting away in an erratic yet still graceful flight.
Butterfly released.
Cain closed his eyes against the suns, and wished.
“You know, tin man, one would think you’re a hypocrite with how you tell me to eat but then skip meals yourself,” came an amused voice halfway towards the entrance of the garden.
Cain opened his eyes again and replied, “It was just lunch, Ambrose. You’d go a whole day without eating if I didn’t remind you.”
Ambrose shook his head as he came to stand next to Cain. He blinked as he saw something small flying not far away. “Hey, is that a butterfly?”
Cain nodded once. “Yep.”
“That’s interesting. Why do you suppose it’s this far north?”
“Don’t know.”
Ambrose hummed in expected bewilderment.
“You know,” Cain started, unsure exactly of why he was mentioning it but not about to stop. “If you catch a butterfly and let it go, it’ll grant you a wish.”
Ambrose was startled from his thoughts. “Does it really? Are you sure?”
Wyatt looked at the ex-zipperhead, and then turned to stare after where the butterfly had disappeared.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
~
I wish I could be happy.
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: It's pretty G
Warnings: FLUFF, minor angst
Summary: Cain takes a walk in the palace garden and meets a surprise.
The Winter Palace was truly a spectacular sight in the summer. When the ice thawed and the lake surrounding the building warmed to comfortable enough temperatures, Wyatt Cain found that it was pleasant to stroll around the rather large garden located on the south side.
Nobody knew he was here, of course. It was midday, so everyone (except for perhaps Ambrose, that man could work through the day in his lab without eating anything to the astonishment of everyone, excluding the Queen) would be at lunch on the other side of the palace.
Cain stopped and closed his eyes, tilting his hat upwards and letting the suns’ light hit his face, enjoying the simple act of feeling the warm rays for the millionth time since Glitch and DG let him out of that suit. He opened his eyes and looked around at the bright flowers in sudden sadness.
Adora had a garden once, a beautiful little garden with daisies and poppies and all sorts of flowers that Wyatt didn’t know the names to. She’d had the most delicate green thumb, caring for everything imaginable that could inhabit a backyard, even including the insects.
Cain could almost imagine one summer day back then, where he was sitting on the back porch pretending to read a newspaper, when he really was fondly watching Adora work the soil and watching little Jeb jump up into the air as best as a three-year-old could in order to catch a particularly evasive butterfly-
Cain blinked out of his daydream. Butterfly? He looked curiously to the right, watching a yellow butterfly flit about in jerky movements. Cain raised an eyebrow. That was strange; Ambrose had mentioned once that they didn’t get butterflies this far up north, even at this time of year. Either the advisor was mistaken (which wasn’t likely), or he’d lied (which also wasn’t likely), because there was an honest to gods butterfly flying around a sunflower.
Cain stayed silent, merely watching as the butterfly landed on the large yellow flower, nearly blending into the petals. An interesting conundrum; Ambrose would have a field day with it if Wyatt told him. And he would too, just to watch the inventor squirm in bewilderment.
But Cain could appreciate the rare beauty of the insect, flicking its wings open and closed as if it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to rise back up into the air or not.
Adora had once said that if you caught a butterfly and let it go, it would grant you a wish. Wyatt hadn’t really believed her then, back when they had just started dating. But now, now he could believe just because he wanted to. Just because it was still painful to think about her, and he didn’t want that any more; he didn’t want to forget her, never would he forget her, but he didn’t want the constant pain in the hollow of his chest where his heart used to be bothering him as much anymore.
Wyatt was tired of living in the past all the time. He’d had to watch his family torn apart so many times that he would never forget it, and that alone made him want to move on from it. He’d told DG once that she just had to let go, and now Cain supposed that it was time to practice what he preached.
Cain sighed through his nose, reaching up to adjust his hat brim out of habit, but jerking his hand away immediately in surprise. The butterfly flittered off from where it had settled on his hat, and floated down right in front of Cain’s astonished face, landing neatly on his hand. He stared in confusion; Wyatt didn’t know how butterflies usually acted around humans, but he didn’t think this was entirely normal.
The butterfly stayed put on Cain’s hand, even when he moved his other one to gently cup them around the delicate insect.
Butterfly caught.
Wyatt admired the butterfly’s beauty at that moment, the golden wings staying closed, almost as if allowing him to look. He took his hand away and the butterfly rose up into the air again, fluttering in front of Cain’s face before darting away in an erratic yet still graceful flight.
Butterfly released.
Cain closed his eyes against the suns, and wished.
“You know, tin man, one would think you’re a hypocrite with how you tell me to eat but then skip meals yourself,” came an amused voice halfway towards the entrance of the garden.
Cain opened his eyes again and replied, “It was just lunch, Ambrose. You’d go a whole day without eating if I didn’t remind you.”
Ambrose shook his head as he came to stand next to Cain. He blinked as he saw something small flying not far away. “Hey, is that a butterfly?”
Cain nodded once. “Yep.”
“That’s interesting. Why do you suppose it’s this far north?”
“Don’t know.”
Ambrose hummed in expected bewilderment.
“You know,” Cain started, unsure exactly of why he was mentioning it but not about to stop. “If you catch a butterfly and let it go, it’ll grant you a wish.”
Ambrose was startled from his thoughts. “Does it really? Are you sure?”
Wyatt looked at the ex-zipperhead, and then turned to stare after where the butterfly had disappeared.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
~
I wish I could be happy.
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Date: 2008-02-12 01:13 am (UTC)"I wish I could be happy." I was all like "awww, omg" in fluffy fangirl awe. -^_^-
<3 great job!
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Date: 2008-02-12 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-12 01:27 am (UTC)Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2008-02-12 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-12 06:02 pm (UTC)I hope your weather warms. ♥
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:04 am (UTC)This was written so beautifully I want more. I love butterflies, especially watching them gather after a spring/summer rainstorm.
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Date: 2008-02-12 06:04 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:08 am (UTC)THE DRAMA!
THE SEQUEL THAT I'M GOING TO BADGER YOU INTO WRITING!
AND HOLY CRAP THE SYLAR LAYOUT! ♥
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Date: 2008-02-12 06:07 pm (UTC)Sylar layout is by
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Date: 2008-02-12 03:36 am (UTC)Maybe Glitch can help him with that.
I loved the introspectiveness of this.
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Date: 2008-02-12 06:08 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading! :D
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Date: 2008-02-12 04:45 am (UTC)Absolutely adorable and amazing. Perfect.
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Date: 2008-02-12 06:09 pm (UTC)Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2008-02-12 11:18 pm (UTC)Anyway, loved it
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Date: 2008-02-13 04:04 am (UTC)Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2008-07-21 03:14 am (UTC)Fic: Golden Butterflies and Tarnished Tin
Date: 2008-09-06 07:04 pm (UTC)