Tales of Today | Diversity Competition Entry

After the war, Ivy and Myla couldn't bare to be parted from each other, and so Myla returned with Ivy to her realm. However, moving to a new land may have unforeseen consequences. |Sequel to Tales Of Days Gone By (not currently posted), but can be read on it's own, contains minor spoilers| Entry for the diversity competition|

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2. Tales Of Today

Ivy got home from a long shift at the bakery down the street, sighing as she pulled her keys out of her pocket, coating the carpeted hallway beneath her in flour. Dusting off her keys, she unlocked the apartment door expecting to be greeted by her girlfriend, Myla. However, when she opened the door, she wasn't greeted by her girlfriend, only an empty hallway and the meow of the stray kitten Myla had adopted.

"Myla?" Ivy asked, as she bent down to remove her shoes. "Are you okay princess?"

"In here," Myla's voice filtered in from the living room, her response short and emotionless.

Normally, the elf was talkative and waiting for Ivy at the door when she got home. Worried, she made her way to the living room, pulling her long, blonde hair out of it's bun as she went.

Their living room was cozy, with a marshmallow like couch in the middle of the room, facing a small TV across from the hallway. The walls were painted a pale green, on the wall to the left of the couch was a tall wooden book shelf and a door leading to their small kitchen. The wall opposite of that was taken up by a large bay window, with beige cushions and a leaf green blanket. 

Myla sat at the window with her knees pulled up to her chest. She wore a loose Nirvana tank top, and ripped black skinny jeans. Her long black hair was left down, aside from one small braid, and a dark green beanie was pulled over her hair to hide the tips of her pointed ears. To Ivy she looked strange in these normal clothes, as she had grown used to seeing her in her elvish traveling armour with her hair done up in intricate braids as they traveled through a fantasy world at war. While Ivy was having trouble adjusting to Myla in her world, Myla was having even more trouble adjusting to leaving her world behind.

"What did they say this time?" Ivy asked, walking across the room to sit across the bench from Myla. After she sat, she gently plucked her girlfriend's beanie off, revealing her ears.

"Please don't do that," she responded quietly, pulling the hat back on and turning away from Ivy to look out the window at the city skyline.

Normally, Ivy would have enjoyed the way the setting sun painted gold flecks in Myla's green eyes, or made her acorn coloured skin seem to glow more like amber, but the sad expression on Myla's face pained Ivy too much to take notice. Placing a gentle hand on her girlfriend's cheek, Ivy turned her face so they were looking at each other again.

"What did they say?" she asked. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"I lost my job," Myla looked down at her hands. 

This explained why Myla didn't want to look at Ivy. While Ivy had been quick to assure Myla that she made enough money to support them both, Myla had insisted that if she was living here, she needed to pull her own weight. While she had no schooling that held any value in this world, Ivy had helped her take some online classes and earn a high school diploma allowing her to get a job at the Tim Hortons down the street.

"What happened?" Ivy asked, shocked. Myla would never throw away so much hard work, and she wasn't a rude person, so how could this have happened?

"You know those people who live a couple floors down from us?" Myla asked. "Those ones you call homophobic?"

To her displeasure, she knew them well. Ivy nodded for Myla to continue.

"They came into the store today, and I tried to be nice to them, you know give their kids the good timbits with no plains," Myla told her and Ivy chuckled, as she had been known for giving misbehaving children more plain timbits than not. "But they said they didn't want me working on their order or interacting with them at all. They didn't want their kids to be gay."

Ivy was speechless. That was terrible, even for them.

"I told them where they could shove their negative views, and made sure the whole store knew that I was gay and proud of it and that it's not a bad thing. I also may have mentioned something about how if you're that judgmental you shouldn't have children," She grinned a little. "Anyway the lady got so mad she turned red and stormed out, pulling her kids along with her. The husband stayed to scream at me and call me a pointed eared freak before asking for my manager."

"That's my girl," Ivy laughed. "Then what happened?"

"The manager gave the guy a lecture, sent him off without his coffee, the usual rowdy customer treatment," she waved her hand dismissively, nearly back to her normal self. "Then he proceeded to fire me for yelling at customers and telling them they shouldn't be parents."

"That's terrible," Ivy wrapped her arms around her girlfriend in a tight hug. "What do you say we go out to dinner, out in public, just the two of us? We'll go to the most romantic restaurant in town, just to spite them."

"I say let's do it," Myla grinned, getting up to change. "Can we walk past their apartment kissing and being generally lovey-dovey?"

"Of course," Ivy laughed.

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