WALL-E: Sunday
WALL-E
SPOILERS!
Sunday
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WALL-E/EVE
251 Words
Romance
wall_e_fanfic , in honor of WALL-E's birthday, is doing an event going through the songs from the movie's soundtrack. This one's for Put On Your Sunday Clothes
mission_insane : Romance: Forever
He never had learned where Yonkers was, but he had a feeling that he wasn't there now. Various greenery sprung up all over the hillside, surrounding the old city and quickly replacing any parts that were demolished to reuse for a new town; a utopia. Even inside the concrete mass, dandelions impatiently pushed through the sidewalks, giving hope to anybody forced to take the dismal walk through the otherwise lifeless metropolis.
But more important to him was she, amazing him every single day more than it would if a rose had burst through that concrete. She seemed to embody freedom, randomly looping about the sky whimsically yet with such skill and grace, always holding an expression that would be called a smile if she had a mouth. Indeed, her eyes always showed that happy expression, and he was amazed the most by that, not realizing that it was because he was there being amazed.
Every morning he would roll out of his truck merrily to charge, the sun shining down to greet him directly instead of hiding behind the cloudy skies that were nothing but memory unless it rained, and even the rain was an amazing sight. Still, it was all a backdrop when she followed him out, making herself known by the spark passing through him that sang 'good morning' in a way that made his favorite songs on his recorder sound like fingernails to a chalkboard in comparison.
His eyes would lift with enthusiasm.
It was forever Sunday.
SPOILERS!
Sunday
K+
WALL-E/EVE
251 Words
Romance
wall_e_fanfic , in honor of WALL-E's birthday, is doing an event going through the songs from the movie's soundtrack. This one's for Put On Your Sunday Clothesmission_insane : Romance: ForeverHe never had learned where Yonkers was, but he had a feeling that he wasn't there now. Various greenery sprung up all over the hillside, surrounding the old city and quickly replacing any parts that were demolished to reuse for a new town; a utopia. Even inside the concrete mass, dandelions impatiently pushed through the sidewalks, giving hope to anybody forced to take the dismal walk through the otherwise lifeless metropolis.
But more important to him was she, amazing him every single day more than it would if a rose had burst through that concrete. She seemed to embody freedom, randomly looping about the sky whimsically yet with such skill and grace, always holding an expression that would be called a smile if she had a mouth. Indeed, her eyes always showed that happy expression, and he was amazed the most by that, not realizing that it was because he was there being amazed.
Every morning he would roll out of his truck merrily to charge, the sun shining down to greet him directly instead of hiding behind the cloudy skies that were nothing but memory unless it rained, and even the rain was an amazing sight. Still, it was all a backdrop when she followed him out, making herself known by the spark passing through him that sang 'good morning' in a way that made his favorite songs on his recorder sound like fingernails to a chalkboard in comparison.
His eyes would lift with enthusiasm.
It was forever Sunday.