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rainbowfic2015-06-30 11:08 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-30 11:08 pm
Octarine 22, Lapis Lazuli 1: Down
Author: Kat
Title: Down
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Octarine 22 (Asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble.), lapis lazuli 1 (fabrication) with paint-by-numbers (tiny things really should not blow up like this)
Supplies and Materials: Seed beads, novelty beads (Mercury's rising)
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: Cecily and Chris, towards the end of their marriage.
Warnings: none.
Notes: HA. HAHA. FINISHED OCTARINE. I AM THE BOSS. Cecily being Gail's sister and Ivy's aunt.
It was so stupid.
She'd asked Chris to put the toilet seat down. She asked him to do this roughly once a week. It should have been just another eye-roll and a lowered toilet seat.
But it wasn't.
"What did you say?" Cecily hissed.
"I said," he replied, enunciating precisely, "that maybe if you weren't such a bossy bitch we wouldn't be having such problems."
"I asked you to put the fucking toilet seat down!" The kids weren't home, thank God, but then Chris would never have done this in front of the kids. "Since when is that grounds for World War III?"
"Nothing's good enough for you anymore!" he yelled back. "Nothing I ever do is good enough! All you do is pick and complain and never a goddamn thank you!"
Cecily slammed her hands on the counter. "For putting the fucking toilet seat down? That's basic manners! You don't get a cookie for basic manners, Chris!"
"I can't even believe--" He stopped dead in the middle of the sentence, and threw his hands up. "No, you know what, fuck this."
"Where are you going?" He was turning around, snatching his keys out of the basket, walking straight-backed toward the garage-- "Goddamnit, where are you going?"
"Out," he snapped, and slammed the door.
Title: Down
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Octarine 22 (Asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble.), lapis lazuli 1 (fabrication) with paint-by-numbers (tiny things really should not blow up like this)
Supplies and Materials: Seed beads, novelty beads (Mercury's rising)
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: Cecily and Chris, towards the end of their marriage.
Warnings: none.
Notes: HA. HAHA. FINISHED OCTARINE. I AM THE BOSS. Cecily being Gail's sister and Ivy's aunt.
It was so stupid.
She'd asked Chris to put the toilet seat down. She asked him to do this roughly once a week. It should have been just another eye-roll and a lowered toilet seat.
But it wasn't.
"What did you say?" Cecily hissed.
"I said," he replied, enunciating precisely, "that maybe if you weren't such a bossy bitch we wouldn't be having such problems."
"I asked you to put the fucking toilet seat down!" The kids weren't home, thank God, but then Chris would never have done this in front of the kids. "Since when is that grounds for World War III?"
"Nothing's good enough for you anymore!" he yelled back. "Nothing I ever do is good enough! All you do is pick and complain and never a goddamn thank you!"
Cecily slammed her hands on the counter. "For putting the fucking toilet seat down? That's basic manners! You don't get a cookie for basic manners, Chris!"
"I can't even believe--" He stopped dead in the middle of the sentence, and threw his hands up. "No, you know what, fuck this."
"Where are you going?" He was turning around, snatching his keys out of the basket, walking straight-backed toward the garage-- "Goddamnit, where are you going?"
"Out," he snapped, and slammed the door.
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Thanks for reading!
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The chortling made the end all the heavier.
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Thank you!