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rainbowfic2015-06-21 11:13 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-21 11:13 pm
Octarine 16, Spring Green 9: Dance
Author: Kat
Title: Dance
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Octarine 16 (Real children don't go hoppity-skip unless they are on drugs.), spring green 9 (am I the habit you're too tired to break?)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, canvas (Olivia is about six), brush (ingenuous), oils (alarm bells ringing), stain (Nothing has an uglier look to us than reason, when it is not on our side. - Halifax), glitter (my father moved through dooms of love/through sames of am through haves of give)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: "Children don't dance."
Warnings: Yvonne, but she's being less herself than usual.
Notes: nope.
"I don't know why you're paying for this," Yvonne said.
Hugh glanced up. She was leaning against the counter, pouting, hips outthrust, in the way he used to find incredibly sexy. What happened to that feeling? He shook his head minutely and went back to the check. "It's not much, and it makes her happy."
"She's a child." He could hear Yvonne rolling her eyes. "Children don't dance, not really. She'll get bored with it in a week."
"Then she'll enjoy that week," he said, firmly.
"No point," he thought Yvonne muttered, but when he looked up, she was gone.
Title: Dance
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Octarine 16 (Real children don't go hoppity-skip unless they are on drugs.), spring green 9 (am I the habit you're too tired to break?)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, canvas (Olivia is about six), brush (ingenuous), oils (alarm bells ringing), stain (Nothing has an uglier look to us than reason, when it is not on our side. - Halifax), glitter (my father moved through dooms of love/through sames of am through haves of give)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: "Children don't dance."
Warnings: Yvonne, but she's being less herself than usual.
Notes: nope.
"I don't know why you're paying for this," Yvonne said.
Hugh glanced up. She was leaning against the counter, pouting, hips outthrust, in the way he used to find incredibly sexy. What happened to that feeling? He shook his head minutely and went back to the check. "It's not much, and it makes her happy."
"She's a child." He could hear Yvonne rolling her eyes. "Children don't dance, not really. She'll get bored with it in a week."
"Then she'll enjoy that week," he said, firmly.
"No point," he thought Yvonne muttered, but when he looked up, she was gone.