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Prompt#367 - Possession - Things - amaranthine-7 - Original
Title: Things
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: 367 - Possession
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: She felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness. There was nothing that was truly hers - nothing but her clothes.
Anna was sitting on the sofa she had just brought home with Agathe. It was one of the things Agathe couldn't have built from wood. She looked around her. The library had been inherited from Agathe's grand-parents. The coffee table had been finished by Agathe a week ago. The TV rested on a piece of furniture that had been complete by Agathe's two weeks ago. And the list went on as Anna's mentally went through every room.
There were a few things - such as the sofa - that hadn't come from Agathe. They had been their choice from a store. So it was a little bit hers Anna felt, but not entirely.
She felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness. There was nothing that was truly hers - nothing but her clothes.
Even the furniture in the empty space of her New-York apartment hadn't been hers. She had been rented it furnished for years and the only thing she had bought had been the coffee machine. And now that would belong to someone else. She had signed off her contract and told the landlord to keep the coffee machine and throw away anything he didn't find a use for. She guessed the remainder of her clothes, a few books and her collection of scientific journals would disappear.
She didn't care. They had fulfilled their use. She didn't need them any longer. But it didn't stop her from feeling utterly dispossessed, almost as if her apartment had been burned and she was being lodged in a friend's house until she could find a new place of her own.
She closed he eyes stop tears rolling down her cheeks.
She had never cared about her possessions, but in that instant she bitterly missed them.
She felt the sofa shift slightly under her. She opened her eyes and turned to face Agathe, trying hard not to cry.
"Hey..." Agathe started softly. "What's wrong?"
"I..." She wasn't sure how to tell. It felt stupid to want things that belonged to her. It shouldn't matter, not when she had Agathe.
Agathe got closer to her and took her in her arms. The sweet perfume of wood polish engulfed Anna as her head came to rest on Agathe's shoulders and suddenly the tears rolled down her eyes.
She sobbed and cried until she couldn't breathe any longer, and all that time Agathe was embracing her, gently caressing her back and hair and whispering words of consolation into her ears.
Finally, Anna parted from Agathe and faced her. Her voice was weak but she managed to speak.
"There is nothing that belongs to me." And before Agathe could reply she added, suddenly realising what the problem had been. "I have no past."
"Yes you have." Anna replied smiling. "You have hundreds of them." She raised a fingers to Agathe's lips to stop the protestation from escaping her lips. "You have memories and stories to tell. You have scars and very soft hands that have never seen manual work. You have clothes to cover your back that mark a neat tendency for formal dress. You have abilities that shine through in the medical field. You have friends that have shared adventures with you. You have me too and a thousands more little things that are a part of you, that are you much more than any piece of furniture could be."
Anna smiled a little.
Agathe laid a hand on her cheek and stroke it lovingly.
"I... I guess I do have those," Anna conceded.
"Good," stated Agathe marking the end of the conversation.
She got up and headed to the kitchen.
"And anyway this place is not mine. It's ours," she said as she stepped into the kitchen. "Do you want some cake with your coffee?"
Anna smiled. Agathe was right. It didn't matter if she didn't have much physical possession. They weren't what made her past, they were only visible evidences of a past. She had hundreds of them and they were all stored in her memories, all hers.
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: 367 - Possession
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: She felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness. There was nothing that was truly hers - nothing but her clothes.
Anna was sitting on the sofa she had just brought home with Agathe. It was one of the things Agathe couldn't have built from wood. She looked around her. The library had been inherited from Agathe's grand-parents. The coffee table had been finished by Agathe a week ago. The TV rested on a piece of furniture that had been complete by Agathe's two weeks ago. And the list went on as Anna's mentally went through every room.
There were a few things - such as the sofa - that hadn't come from Agathe. They had been their choice from a store. So it was a little bit hers Anna felt, but not entirely.
She felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness. There was nothing that was truly hers - nothing but her clothes.
Even the furniture in the empty space of her New-York apartment hadn't been hers. She had been rented it furnished for years and the only thing she had bought had been the coffee machine. And now that would belong to someone else. She had signed off her contract and told the landlord to keep the coffee machine and throw away anything he didn't find a use for. She guessed the remainder of her clothes, a few books and her collection of scientific journals would disappear.
She didn't care. They had fulfilled their use. She didn't need them any longer. But it didn't stop her from feeling utterly dispossessed, almost as if her apartment had been burned and she was being lodged in a friend's house until she could find a new place of her own.
She closed he eyes stop tears rolling down her cheeks.
She had never cared about her possessions, but in that instant she bitterly missed them.
She felt the sofa shift slightly under her. She opened her eyes and turned to face Agathe, trying hard not to cry.
"Hey..." Agathe started softly. "What's wrong?"
"I..." She wasn't sure how to tell. It felt stupid to want things that belonged to her. It shouldn't matter, not when she had Agathe.
Agathe got closer to her and took her in her arms. The sweet perfume of wood polish engulfed Anna as her head came to rest on Agathe's shoulders and suddenly the tears rolled down her eyes.
She sobbed and cried until she couldn't breathe any longer, and all that time Agathe was embracing her, gently caressing her back and hair and whispering words of consolation into her ears.
Finally, Anna parted from Agathe and faced her. Her voice was weak but she managed to speak.
"There is nothing that belongs to me." And before Agathe could reply she added, suddenly realising what the problem had been. "I have no past."
"Yes you have." Anna replied smiling. "You have hundreds of them." She raised a fingers to Agathe's lips to stop the protestation from escaping her lips. "You have memories and stories to tell. You have scars and very soft hands that have never seen manual work. You have clothes to cover your back that mark a neat tendency for formal dress. You have abilities that shine through in the medical field. You have friends that have shared adventures with you. You have me too and a thousands more little things that are a part of you, that are you much more than any piece of furniture could be."
Anna smiled a little.
Agathe laid a hand on her cheek and stroke it lovingly.
"I... I guess I do have those," Anna conceded.
"Good," stated Agathe marking the end of the conversation.
She got up and headed to the kitchen.
"And anyway this place is not mine. It's ours," she said as she stepped into the kitchen. "Do you want some cake with your coffee?"
Anna smiled. Agathe was right. It didn't matter if she didn't have much physical possession. They weren't what made her past, they were only visible evidences of a past. She had hundreds of them and they were all stored in her memories, all hers.