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"certains t'ont promis la terre." the secret garden. colin/mary/dickon. pg13.
D'AWW MY ICON OF ADORABLE. Secret Garden OT3 yay! I was debating between this icon and a better shot of THEIR CUTE LITTLE FACES, but then I decided it would creep me out to have their wee children faces staring at me when I am posting about their sexings. Basically, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sweet__tea has the bomb-ass icons -- I nearly OD'ed on her Peter&Susan LWW icons, oh man. Death by cuuuute.
Okay, I'm going to summarize LWW and The Secret Garden
Okay, so little English children go off into the countryside for their own good. It's horrible at first, with grumpy housekeepers and weird homeowners, but then one kid finds a SECRET MAGIC WORLD. And it's an awesome world, so she tells her little friends about it. "Come check it out!" she says. "It will possibly heal your soul!" And then someone's a little snot about it and almost fucks everything up, but in the end that little snot plays a significant role in saving the day! With the help of MAGIC, they overcome the winter and call forth the springtime. HOORAY. And then they live happily ever after. At least, until the post-book hormones kick in and there are angstful romantic entanglements.
Which is where this fic comes in! This is, say, 10-ish years down the line? Written for1sentence using the Gamma prompt table. The comm doesn't technically do threesomes, so I officially signed up for Mary/Dickon. But we know better.
The title means "you've been promised the world by some" and the epigraph means "others promised you heaven". Both are from the song "Je Pense à Toi" by Amadou & Mariam, who have the <333est band formation story ever. (They met at Mali's Institute for the Young Blind, bonded over a shared love of music, then a shared of love for each other, then they got married and now they are international husband&wife music stars of awesome.)
certains t'ont promis la terre
The Secret Garden. Colin/Mary/Dickon. PG13. Warning: Colin and Mary are cousins. But marriage between cousins was more common then, so take that as you will?
A decade later, and some things change.
1. ring
“That’s how tha’ knows the master loves thee, Miss Mary,” says Martha, who has never ceased to call her that howsoever much Mary insists, “that he goes all up an’ down London looking for a ring as fine as this, an’ tha’ knows how scarce things are, with the war.”
2. hero
But instead Dickon just feels suddenly tired, and Mary is still insisting that nothing will change.
3. memory
They had spent long days on the moor, clambering over the rocks, running across the plain, opening their arms to the sky and each other.
4. box
When she is alone or weary and especially both, she takes out the yellowed scrap of paper: I wil cum bak, as simple as times were back then and as trustworthy as the Magic that pushed the flowers up from the ground.
5. run
“Don’t be a spoilsport, Sowerby,” says Colin as Mary kisses Dickon once on the cheek and once on the mouth, before Colin grabs the front of his shirt and tugs him closer, and Dickon is late for supper after all.
6. hurricane
The autumn storms are bleak and merciless, and Colin, with toast in one hand and a book in the other, asks her if they are anything like the monsoons in India, and she says yes, a little.
7. wings
“Where will tha’ fly to, my missel-thrush, when tha’rt grown?”
8. cold
The roof leaks and the windows rattle and Dickon sings to his younger siblings all the lullabies he knows, lets them cling to him screaming when the moors echo with thunder and the promise of winter around the bend.
9. red
Mary tries on a succession of dresses that are as white as the first snow and they are too big, too small, too scratchy, too ugly, and she sends them all back.
10. drink
It was Colin who had sneaked her her first drink when they were younger, and later his mouth was sweet with rum, and eager with discovery.
11. midnight
Colin snores and Dickon doesn’t, and neither knows if Mary snores because she never stays.
12. temptation
Mary felt it tug at her heart the day Dickon insisted she teach him all the Hindi she knew, and the familiar syllables rolled off her tongue to be reshaped by his lilting Yorkshire: pyar for love, ghar for home, and udyaan, for garden.
13. view
Like the curve of her spine where it dips into the small of her back, and like her sighs, so soft, as Dickon presses his lips to her shoulder and her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat.
14. music
Colin takes to dancing and football with equal zeal (though he is awful at the latter), refusing to be defeated by his body again.
15. silk
His gray eyes bore into Dickon’s with fearless patience, and finally he sighs, “That’s hardly the point.”
16. cover
You don’t need eyes, not in this darkness, when hands and mouths see better than eyes ever can.
17. promise
Ben Weatherstaff died four years after Mary arrived at Misselthwaite and, every year since, all three of them go to his grave to lay flowers and to remember.
18. dream
Familiar spices on her tongue and the soft petals of bougainvillea tickling her face – but she wakes up, and she is in England.
19. candle
The flame doesn’t illuminate much, but Dickon can make Colin out as a shadow in the dark, and blows out the candle by whispering his name.
20. talent
“It’s a secret,” she giggles, and Dickon grins at the mischief in her eyes and lets Mary push him to the bed.
21. silence
The sky, the winds, the moors, and silence: all things that tend towards infinity, or what Dickon imagines it to be.
22. journey
He has never heard of half these places, so when Colin concludes with “–and then, Singapore!” and looks at him as if for a reaction, Dickon just smiles uncertainly.
23. fire
The first time was when he had stumbled upon them in the garden, and Colin laughed out loud seeing the blush on his face – “Oh, Dickon, come here,” – held out his hand and pulled him close as Mary ran her fingers through his hair, and then Dickon is kissed and kissed and kissed.
24. strength
When they were children, Colin preferred for Mary to push him on the swing, because Dickon didn’t respond to demands of “Higher! Higher!” – as if I am still an invalid, he had thought indignantly – but Mary pushed with all her might, and laughed with him.
25. mask
Mary takes her cousin’s hands in hers, and manages, “Why would it be otherwise?”
26. ice
The winter brings ice-skating, snowmen, and snowball fights like the years haven’t passed at all, and Mary is glad that this at least hasn’t changed.
27. fall
“But surely there’s a right, surely there’s a wrong,” Dickon protests, but Colin silences him with lips as soft as Mary’s.
28. forgotten
Dickon held a finger to his lips as they approached the fox’s den, and this made Colin frown – he didn’t need to be told what to do – but all offense melted when he saw the cubs, so small and full of life; he told Dickon they looked quite wick and Dickon agreed with a smile.
29. dance
“I’ve had enough of this blasted practicing,” Mary mutters as she slips out of Colin’s arms, suggesting instead that they finalize which wines they would serve, and an hour later they fall into his bed, soused and giddy, giggling into each other’s mouths.
30. body
Dickon catalogues the similarities: skinny ankles and strong hands, pale skins and a tendency towards fierce promises.
31. sacred
“This is,” Colin retorts, gesturing at the garden around them, and, yes, Mary has to agree with him there.
32. farewells
“That may be true,” his father replies, stirring his tea contemplatively, “but there are a thousand ways to leave someone.”
33. world
“Right here, of course,” Mary murmurs, her head on Colin’s lap as Dickon beside them plays his pipe into the peace of the garden.
34. formal
It takes a whole morning for Colin to teach him how to tie a tie because of Dickon’s cheerfully feigned ignorance; he likes the serious look on the young Craven’s face when he gabbles on so, and the indignant blush when Dickon teases him about it.
35. fever
She is not afraid and she is not regretful, but the knowledge of what is to come sits in Mary’s belly like a stone.
36. laugh
“I am main fond of thee,” says Mary, and smiles self-consciously in a way that makes Dickon chuckle and ruffle her hair.
37. lies
Colin offers Dickon a drink and asks how his family are doing instead.
38. forever
“I don’t make promises like that, Mary,” Dickon says softly, and somehow she isn’t surprised, but oh, she had hoped.
39. overwhelmed
“I know when my wedding is,” Mary snaps and, at the expression on Martha’s face, regrets it; after all, Martha is just happy for her.
40. whisper
Only hours before the ceremony, Dickon bends to kiss her mouth and Mary finds herself turning her face away.
41. wait
It’s not like Dickon doesn’t know what’s coming, not like he doesn’t know his place in this world, but Mary is resplendent in white lace as she floats past him down the aisle and something clenches in his throat.
42. talk
The smiles and congratulations begin to blur and Colin can see the tightness around Mary’s eyes too, for neither of them are used to such large parties.
43. search
They sleep well, at first.
44. hope
“And we should plant jonquils,” Mary muses, “and delphiniums and lilies, and what do you think of crocuses?”
45. eclipse
“Of course,” Mary replies, but Colin knows his cousin, and recognizes the look in her eyes.
46. gravity
In the last days of summer, Dickon finds her napping in the garden by the roses and her gardening tools and, with her dirt-stained cheeks and her careless hair, he falls in love with her all over again.
47. highway
“When are you going to make a grandfather out of me?” his father teases, and Colin wishes he’d stop it; it makes Mary uncomfortable.
48. unknown
“Dickon, my boy,” his mother says softly, and strokes his hair and smiles at him all gentle as she serves him his tea, and Dickon knows he doesn’t need to say anything for her to understand.
49. lock
Mary notices when he stops calling her his missel-thrush.
50. breathe
And although he loves Mary, loves Colin, loves the garden, he is always relieved to walk back out to his moor, which is more familiar to him than he thinks a lover would ever be.
sweet__tea has the bomb-ass icons -- I nearly OD'ed on her Peter&Susan LWW icons, oh man. Death by cuuuute.Okay, I'm going to summarize LWW and The Secret Garden
Okay, so little English children go off into the countryside for their own good. It's horrible at first, with grumpy housekeepers and weird homeowners, but then one kid finds a SECRET MAGIC WORLD. And it's an awesome world, so she tells her little friends about it. "Come check it out!" she says. "It will possibly heal your soul!" And then someone's a little snot about it and almost fucks everything up, but in the end that little snot plays a significant role in saving the day! With the help of MAGIC, they overcome the winter and call forth the springtime. HOORAY. And then they live happily ever after. At least, until the post-book hormones kick in and there are angstful romantic entanglements.
Which is where this fic comes in! This is, say, 10-ish years down the line? Written for
1sentence using the Gamma prompt table. The comm doesn't technically do threesomes, so I officially signed up for Mary/Dickon. But we know better.The title means "you've been promised the world by some" and the epigraph means "others promised you heaven". Both are from the song "Je Pense à Toi" by Amadou & Mariam, who have the <333est band formation story ever. (They met at Mali's Institute for the Young Blind, bonded over a shared love of music, then a shared of love for each other, then they got married and now they are international husband&wife music stars of awesome.)
certains t'ont promis la terre
The Secret Garden. Colin/Mary/Dickon. PG13. Warning: Colin and Mary are cousins. But marriage between cousins was more common then, so take that as you will?
A decade later, and some things change.
1. ring
“That’s how tha’ knows the master loves thee, Miss Mary,” says Martha, who has never ceased to call her that howsoever much Mary insists, “that he goes all up an’ down London looking for a ring as fine as this, an’ tha’ knows how scarce things are, with the war.”
2. hero
But instead Dickon just feels suddenly tired, and Mary is still insisting that nothing will change.
3. memory
They had spent long days on the moor, clambering over the rocks, running across the plain, opening their arms to the sky and each other.
4. box
When she is alone or weary and especially both, she takes out the yellowed scrap of paper: I wil cum bak, as simple as times were back then and as trustworthy as the Magic that pushed the flowers up from the ground.
5. run
“Don’t be a spoilsport, Sowerby,” says Colin as Mary kisses Dickon once on the cheek and once on the mouth, before Colin grabs the front of his shirt and tugs him closer, and Dickon is late for supper after all.
6. hurricane
The autumn storms are bleak and merciless, and Colin, with toast in one hand and a book in the other, asks her if they are anything like the monsoons in India, and she says yes, a little.
7. wings
“Where will tha’ fly to, my missel-thrush, when tha’rt grown?”
8. cold
The roof leaks and the windows rattle and Dickon sings to his younger siblings all the lullabies he knows, lets them cling to him screaming when the moors echo with thunder and the promise of winter around the bend.
9. red
Mary tries on a succession of dresses that are as white as the first snow and they are too big, too small, too scratchy, too ugly, and she sends them all back.
10. drink
It was Colin who had sneaked her her first drink when they were younger, and later his mouth was sweet with rum, and eager with discovery.
11. midnight
Colin snores and Dickon doesn’t, and neither knows if Mary snores because she never stays.
12. temptation
Mary felt it tug at her heart the day Dickon insisted she teach him all the Hindi she knew, and the familiar syllables rolled off her tongue to be reshaped by his lilting Yorkshire: pyar for love, ghar for home, and udyaan, for garden.
13. view
Like the curve of her spine where it dips into the small of her back, and like her sighs, so soft, as Dickon presses his lips to her shoulder and her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat.
14. music
Colin takes to dancing and football with equal zeal (though he is awful at the latter), refusing to be defeated by his body again.
15. silk
His gray eyes bore into Dickon’s with fearless patience, and finally he sighs, “That’s hardly the point.”
16. cover
You don’t need eyes, not in this darkness, when hands and mouths see better than eyes ever can.
17. promise
Ben Weatherstaff died four years after Mary arrived at Misselthwaite and, every year since, all three of them go to his grave to lay flowers and to remember.
18. dream
Familiar spices on her tongue and the soft petals of bougainvillea tickling her face – but she wakes up, and she is in England.
19. candle
The flame doesn’t illuminate much, but Dickon can make Colin out as a shadow in the dark, and blows out the candle by whispering his name.
20. talent
“It’s a secret,” she giggles, and Dickon grins at the mischief in her eyes and lets Mary push him to the bed.
21. silence
The sky, the winds, the moors, and silence: all things that tend towards infinity, or what Dickon imagines it to be.
22. journey
He has never heard of half these places, so when Colin concludes with “–and then, Singapore!” and looks at him as if for a reaction, Dickon just smiles uncertainly.
23. fire
The first time was when he had stumbled upon them in the garden, and Colin laughed out loud seeing the blush on his face – “Oh, Dickon, come here,” – held out his hand and pulled him close as Mary ran her fingers through his hair, and then Dickon is kissed and kissed and kissed.
24. strength
When they were children, Colin preferred for Mary to push him on the swing, because Dickon didn’t respond to demands of “Higher! Higher!” – as if I am still an invalid, he had thought indignantly – but Mary pushed with all her might, and laughed with him.
25. mask
Mary takes her cousin’s hands in hers, and manages, “Why would it be otherwise?”
26. ice
The winter brings ice-skating, snowmen, and snowball fights like the years haven’t passed at all, and Mary is glad that this at least hasn’t changed.
27. fall
“But surely there’s a right, surely there’s a wrong,” Dickon protests, but Colin silences him with lips as soft as Mary’s.
28. forgotten
Dickon held a finger to his lips as they approached the fox’s den, and this made Colin frown – he didn’t need to be told what to do – but all offense melted when he saw the cubs, so small and full of life; he told Dickon they looked quite wick and Dickon agreed with a smile.
29. dance
“I’ve had enough of this blasted practicing,” Mary mutters as she slips out of Colin’s arms, suggesting instead that they finalize which wines they would serve, and an hour later they fall into his bed, soused and giddy, giggling into each other’s mouths.
30. body
Dickon catalogues the similarities: skinny ankles and strong hands, pale skins and a tendency towards fierce promises.
31. sacred
“This is,” Colin retorts, gesturing at the garden around them, and, yes, Mary has to agree with him there.
32. farewells
“That may be true,” his father replies, stirring his tea contemplatively, “but there are a thousand ways to leave someone.”
33. world
“Right here, of course,” Mary murmurs, her head on Colin’s lap as Dickon beside them plays his pipe into the peace of the garden.
34. formal
It takes a whole morning for Colin to teach him how to tie a tie because of Dickon’s cheerfully feigned ignorance; he likes the serious look on the young Craven’s face when he gabbles on so, and the indignant blush when Dickon teases him about it.
35. fever
She is not afraid and she is not regretful, but the knowledge of what is to come sits in Mary’s belly like a stone.
36. laugh
“I am main fond of thee,” says Mary, and smiles self-consciously in a way that makes Dickon chuckle and ruffle her hair.
37. lies
Colin offers Dickon a drink and asks how his family are doing instead.
38. forever
“I don’t make promises like that, Mary,” Dickon says softly, and somehow she isn’t surprised, but oh, she had hoped.
39. overwhelmed
“I know when my wedding is,” Mary snaps and, at the expression on Martha’s face, regrets it; after all, Martha is just happy for her.
40. whisper
Only hours before the ceremony, Dickon bends to kiss her mouth and Mary finds herself turning her face away.
41. wait
It’s not like Dickon doesn’t know what’s coming, not like he doesn’t know his place in this world, but Mary is resplendent in white lace as she floats past him down the aisle and something clenches in his throat.
42. talk
The smiles and congratulations begin to blur and Colin can see the tightness around Mary’s eyes too, for neither of them are used to such large parties.
43. search
They sleep well, at first.
44. hope
“And we should plant jonquils,” Mary muses, “and delphiniums and lilies, and what do you think of crocuses?”
45. eclipse
“Of course,” Mary replies, but Colin knows his cousin, and recognizes the look in her eyes.
46. gravity
In the last days of summer, Dickon finds her napping in the garden by the roses and her gardening tools and, with her dirt-stained cheeks and her careless hair, he falls in love with her all over again.
47. highway
“When are you going to make a grandfather out of me?” his father teases, and Colin wishes he’d stop it; it makes Mary uncomfortable.
48. unknown
“Dickon, my boy,” his mother says softly, and strokes his hair and smiles at him all gentle as she serves him his tea, and Dickon knows he doesn’t need to say anything for her to understand.
49. lock
Mary notices when he stops calling her his missel-thrush.
50. breathe
And although he loves Mary, loves Colin, loves the garden, he is always relieved to walk back out to his moor, which is more familiar to him than he thinks a lover would ever be.