Day 26: Apples

Genre: Slice of Life
Universe: QuickSilver
Rating: PG / TW: Humorous threat of violence 
 

     Quill just wanted a nice day. He wanted to enjoy the warmth of the autumn sun on his shoulders as he walked through an orchard with his friends, collecting some amazingly fresh apples. He wanted a calm bonding experience where they could tell stories from their childhoods and pretend that modern New York life wasn’t slowly draining the souls from their bodies. He wanted to take everyone back to his place after so he and Adri could make some pies and other wholesome activities. They could have even stayed on theme and played Apples to Apples.

     He thought he could trust Jamie. Jamie couldn’t possibly cause any real trouble at an apple orchard. Quill thought all the lifting and picking would keep the Fae’s hands too busy to do something he really shouldn’t.

     Quill, once again, underestimated Jamie’s capacity for chaos creation.

     "Oh my GOD, where is he? Where is that asshole!?" Solara marched past Quill, her hair dripping with mushed, rotten fruit.

     Quill’s eyes widened in terror, knowing the he in question could only be Jamie. “I-- He-- He was just right here?! What happened?”

     Solara, cheeks flushing red with anger, stomped a boot wearing foot into the soft ground. “I was carrying a basket up to the front with apples for ya and the next thing I know I’m getting smacked from above with a million rotten apples and he’s doing the goddamn cackle of his and runs off!”

     “Okay, okay, it’s okay, how about we just--”

     "Do they have an applesauce machine here cuz I'm gonna find it AND SHOVE HIM INTO IT!"

     “I… I’m not sure, but let's not?”