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rainbowfic2012-03-03 06:54 pm
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-03-03 06:54 pm
Entry tags:
Alice Blue 18
Author: geena
Color: Alice Blue 18. when I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Domineering)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 288
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Raising.
Summary: Just an average evening with Angela and her boys.
Notes: This takes place in October of 2013. Ricky is four, Luke is almost five, and Joseph is six. Lucille, the baby, is ten months old.
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For five blissful minutes after she's put the baby down, there is silence. Angela sighs, stretching her tired feet before her and leaning back in the armchair.
“Mommy!” It’s a piercing sort of scream, one that immediately fuels her burgeoning headache. “Mommy!” Standing and exhaling sharply, Angela reluctantly makes her way into the den.
She stops in the doorway. “What are you-- Ricky, stop biting your brother. Joseph, put down that bat or I swear to god... what is wrong with all of you? I’m not raising boys, I’m raising animals.” Striding into the room, she leans over to forcefully separate Ricky and Luke, eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what goes through your minds, for Christ’s sake. I can’t get ten minutes to myself without you all trying to kill each other? I can’t fucking believe--”
Luke gasps, staring with wide eyes. “Mommy swore!”
“Mommy’s about to do a lot worse than swear if you don’t settle down.” She inspects Luke’s arm for bite marks, absently kissing the unblemished skin. “There, you’ll be fine. Didn’t I tell you to watch your brothers, Joseph? Stop mumbling and speak up when I ask you a question.”
“Uh-huh.”
Angela glares around the room. “Is this watching them? Is this behaving, any of you?”
There’s a half-hearted chorus of ‘No’ in response.
“I didn’t think so.” She runs a hand through her hair. “Dinner’s in a half hour. If I hear any yelling or fighting-- any-- I’m sending you all to bed without dinner or dessert.”
“But Mommy--”
“No.” Angela swiftly holds out a finger, turning away. “I don’t want to hear it. Now play nice, Mommy loves you, goddamn it.”
Fucking brats, she thinks, heading for the kitchen.
***
geenaColor: Alice Blue 18. when I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Domineering)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 288
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Raising.
Summary: Just an average evening with Angela and her boys.
Notes: This takes place in October of 2013. Ricky is four, Luke is almost five, and Joseph is six. Lucille, the baby, is ten months old.
***
For five blissful minutes after she's put the baby down, there is silence. Angela sighs, stretching her tired feet before her and leaning back in the armchair.
“Mommy!” It’s a piercing sort of scream, one that immediately fuels her burgeoning headache. “Mommy!” Standing and exhaling sharply, Angela reluctantly makes her way into the den.
She stops in the doorway. “What are you-- Ricky, stop biting your brother. Joseph, put down that bat or I swear to god... what is wrong with all of you? I’m not raising boys, I’m raising animals.” Striding into the room, she leans over to forcefully separate Ricky and Luke, eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what goes through your minds, for Christ’s sake. I can’t get ten minutes to myself without you all trying to kill each other? I can’t fucking believe--”
Luke gasps, staring with wide eyes. “Mommy swore!”
“Mommy’s about to do a lot worse than swear if you don’t settle down.” She inspects Luke’s arm for bite marks, absently kissing the unblemished skin. “There, you’ll be fine. Didn’t I tell you to watch your brothers, Joseph? Stop mumbling and speak up when I ask you a question.”
“Uh-huh.”
Angela glares around the room. “Is this watching them? Is this behaving, any of you?”
There’s a half-hearted chorus of ‘No’ in response.
“I didn’t think so.” She runs a hand through her hair. “Dinner’s in a half hour. If I hear any yelling or fighting-- any-- I’m sending you all to bed without dinner or dessert.”
“But Mommy--”
“No.” Angela swiftly holds out a finger, turning away. “I don’t want to hear it. Now play nice, Mommy loves you, goddamn it.”
Fucking brats, she thinks, heading for the kitchen.
***
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Good job!
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Thanks.
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Great job!
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Thanks!
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Oh, man. I don't blame Angela for cussing at her kids if this is how they behave. And yet it's really evident in this how much she loves them (not least because she doesn't kill them).
Lovely job!
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