#naratrishweek2020

Some Naratrish icons for Naratrish week!

Feel free to use these; all I ask is that you reblog and give me credit. Reblogs > Likes.

Bonus:

Naratrish, 3k. G. Established relationship, post-canon fix-it.

Spice Girl makes a friend. Trish makes a discovery, or three.

For day three of @naratrishweek: “Stands.”

“I would like to discuss,” Spice Girl announces on Thursday morning, “love.”

Trish chokes on her cereal, spewing it back into the bowl held at her chest. It’s the first sunny day in a week, with only the thinnest clouds weaving across the pale October sky, and she’s in the living room with nothing to do, wearing Narancia’s sweatpants.

“What?” she splutters, milk dribbling down her chin. She twists around to stare at her Stand over the back of the couch. “Spice, what?”

Spice Girl looks up from the sketches Trish has strewn over the kitchen table.

“I like these sleeves,” she says, pointing with one pink finger to the concept for an evening gown that Trish has been trying for days not to hate. “The design is pleasing. Like petals.” Then, after some thought, lifting her head, she asks, “What is the basis of love, Trish?”

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ