::nods:: hang on :D [I have the entry it's in behind lock, merely because I wanted Ry to get dibs on some of the colors]
Sepia - Dorothy Gale [Hunk/Scarecrow, OCs: Cassia, Peter] AN: set many years post movie [the original - never saw Return to Oz]
"Grandma?" Cassia called as she and her twin brother entered the farmhouse. "Grandma?"
"In here," came the warm voice of her grandmother.
Peter lead his twin sister into the living room, spotting their grandmother settled in her favorite rocking chair, working on yet another knitted blanket. "Hello, Grandmother," he said, lightly kissing her left temple.
"Peter, Cassia, welcome home," she said, smiling warmly at her only two grandchildren. "So, what brings you all this way out here? Don't tell me your mother's worrying about me being on my own again. I've managed all right all these years."
"When isn't Mother?" Cassia asked as she made her way over to the lintel above the fireplace and examined the sepia tinted photo of her grandmother and late grandfather. She set it back down, smiling softly at the happy pair in the image.
Her grandmother gave a wry chuckle. "Good point, Cassia. Now, what is the real reason?" she asked, setting aside her knitting.
Peter and Cassia exchanged looks, unsure of how to explain the real reason. "Well, Grandmother, it's like this..." Peter began before gesturing to Cassia to go get the reason. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing that you're sitting down.."
Their grandmother arched an eyebrow and kept it arched until she saw her granddaughter walking back in with someone.. someone she never thought she'd see again. "Scarecrow," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
"Hello, Dorothy," he said, walking over to her and taking her aged hands in his cloth ones. "It's time to come home."
Dorothy looked at her grandchildren, who were nodding.
"Peter and I can run the farm, Grandma," Cassia said. "So, go. Be with him."
Dorothy looked at the Scarecrow, her Scarecrow, and wordlessly nodded. "All right," she whispered, letting the tears that she had been trying so hard to suppress flow down her cheeks. "Let's go home, Scarecrow, let's go home."
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Date: 2014-08-18 06:36 pm (UTC)Sepia - Dorothy Gale [Hunk/Scarecrow, OCs: Cassia, Peter]
AN: set many years post movie [the original - never saw Return to Oz]
"Grandma?" Cassia called as she and her twin brother entered the farmhouse. "Grandma?"
"In here," came the warm voice of her grandmother.
Peter lead his twin sister into the living room, spotting their grandmother settled in her favorite rocking chair, working on yet another knitted blanket. "Hello, Grandmother," he said, lightly kissing her left temple.
"Peter, Cassia, welcome home," she said, smiling warmly at her only two grandchildren. "So, what brings you all this way out here? Don't tell me your mother's worrying about me being on my own again. I've managed all right all these years."
"When isn't Mother?" Cassia asked as she made her way over to the lintel above the fireplace and examined the sepia tinted photo of her grandmother and late grandfather. She set it back down, smiling softly at the happy pair in the image.
Her grandmother gave a wry chuckle. "Good point, Cassia. Now, what is the real reason?" she asked, setting aside her knitting.
Peter and Cassia exchanged looks, unsure of how to explain the real reason. "Well, Grandmother, it's like this..." Peter began before gesturing to Cassia to go get the reason. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing that you're sitting down.."
Their grandmother arched an eyebrow and kept it arched until she saw her granddaughter walking back in with someone.. someone she never thought she'd see again. "Scarecrow," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
"Hello, Dorothy," he said, walking over to her and taking her aged hands in his cloth ones. "It's time to come home."
Dorothy looked at her grandchildren, who were nodding.
"Peter and I can run the farm, Grandma," Cassia said. "So, go. Be with him."
Dorothy looked at the Scarecrow, her Scarecrow, and wordlessly nodded. "All right," she whispered, letting the tears that she had been trying so hard to suppress flow down her cheeks. "Let's go home, Scarecrow, let's go home."