Fanfic: Flowers
18 April 2025 17:23![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scifirenegadeTitle: Flowers
Rating: General
Fandom: Un Matrimonio Interplanetario (1910)
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Aldovino/Mars Astronomer's Daughter
Warnings: n/a
Spoilers: not really
Note: For the "Cup of Gold" square on my Public Domain Bingo card (2025).
Get it, 'cause flowers?
On AO3
On Squidge
Mars must've been so different from Earth. Through the telescope's view, the red planet was, well, red. Earth was greener. There were more trees and bushes and grass and—
"Flowers!"
Indeed, there were more flowers, of every imaginable colour.
His wife skipped out of the path and into the spot where some yellow flowers grew, and looked. Looked at them, observed how they shone from the sunlight, smelled their sweet perfume. Urged him to join her, urged a couple who passed by to join her as well.
They quickened their pace, ignoring her.
For a fleeting moment, her face, always as bright as those flowers, was covered by sadness. She struggled to hide it, but it did hurt her, to constantly be rejected like that.
Since they came back to Earth, her Martian ways caused quite the stir among other terrestrials. People stared, made nasty comments among themselves, ran away even.
It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that she was amiable, fun-loving. She loved asking questions, she loved getting answers. She wasn't ashamed of her enthusiasm, of approaching strangers with the same warmth and care as one would a friend.
Terrestrials... they didn't know how to live, really.
Otherwise, she had adapted quite well to Earth. She didn't even have trouble with the atmosphere.
They would wire her father frequently. His valet was kind, but he was already used to the astronomer. His scientist friends were still coming to terms with life on other planets, but they made an effort to talk and learn from her. And the astronomer...
He loved her.
Since the night he saw her on the telescope.
No other way around it. He had felt then, in his heart, that they were kindred spirits.
Other terrestrials may have trouble with her, as they did with him. But slowly, and it was going to go the same way as him, she would find a group of awkward intellectuals to befriend.
Until then, and since they came back to Earth after their Moon marriage, he brought her yellow flowers every day.
Rating: General
Fandom: Un Matrimonio Interplanetario (1910)
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Aldovino/Mars Astronomer's Daughter
Warnings: n/a
Spoilers: not really
Note: For the "Cup of Gold" square on my Public Domain Bingo card (2025).
Get it, 'cause flowers?
On AO3
On Squidge
Mars must've been so different from Earth. Through the telescope's view, the red planet was, well, red. Earth was greener. There were more trees and bushes and grass and—
"Flowers!"
Indeed, there were more flowers, of every imaginable colour.
His wife skipped out of the path and into the spot where some yellow flowers grew, and looked. Looked at them, observed how they shone from the sunlight, smelled their sweet perfume. Urged him to join her, urged a couple who passed by to join her as well.
They quickened their pace, ignoring her.
For a fleeting moment, her face, always as bright as those flowers, was covered by sadness. She struggled to hide it, but it did hurt her, to constantly be rejected like that.
Since they came back to Earth, her Martian ways caused quite the stir among other terrestrials. People stared, made nasty comments among themselves, ran away even.
It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that she was amiable, fun-loving. She loved asking questions, she loved getting answers. She wasn't ashamed of her enthusiasm, of approaching strangers with the same warmth and care as one would a friend.
Terrestrials... they didn't know how to live, really.
Otherwise, she had adapted quite well to Earth. She didn't even have trouble with the atmosphere.
They would wire her father frequently. His valet was kind, but he was already used to the astronomer. His scientist friends were still coming to terms with life on other planets, but they made an effort to talk and learn from her. And the astronomer...
He loved her.
Since the night he saw her on the telescope.
No other way around it. He had felt then, in his heart, that they were kindred spirits.
Other terrestrials may have trouble with her, as they did with him. But slowly, and it was going to go the same way as him, she would find a group of awkward intellectuals to befriend.
Until then, and since they came back to Earth after their Moon marriage, he brought her yellow flowers every day.
