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rainbowfic2015-08-14 12:14 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-14 12:14 am
Sherry #9, Rose #12
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Sherry #9 (There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up—), Rose #12 (Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside...but there is always pain hidden somewhere.)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Lilith Fair Day 1 Village Stage), Glitter, Seed Beads, Novelty Beads (funeral)
Word Count: 426
Rating: G
Warnings: Mentions death of a child.
Summary: Developing Jackie and her sidhe coven a little. Complications of the past.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Shay changed her car every time she changed her hair, and that was pretty often. She came home that day with a big flower decal on the door and a statue of Ganesha on the dash; her hair was long, straight, and blonde, with big round sunglasses and a pencil dress Jackie hadn't known she owned.
"You on some hunt I don't know about?" Jackie said as she got in, only half-joking.
"Is that what this looks like?" Shay grinned, fangs flickering in and out of view.
"I think "hippie" is the weirdest look for you yet."
"Maybe I don't want to scare the mortals."
Jackie stretched out in the seat and almost laughed. "Wolf in sheep's clothing."
The rest of the ride was quiet.
*
They were late, so they went ahead to the cemetary. Shay let her out a ways off and she walked. It was easier that way; gave her time to compose herself. Time to square her shoulders and keep her head down walking along the grass, block out the flickers in the corners of her eyes, put away her face with the big ears and the black dappled fur and bring out the other one.
Her mother was already there, all in black still, huddled under her daddy's arm. For a second her hair seemed like Shay's, curly and short but the same shade of blonde. Then the image was gone, along with all the ghosts of the last four years.
"Sorry I'm late." She walked up slowly, her voice quiet. Her mother, thank somebody, wasn't crying exactly, though she probably had been before. It felt wrong to explain, or to speak much.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," said her daddy. She took her place on the other side of him. "There'll be plenty of time over the weekend."
Her stomach curdled at the thought of sleeping in her old bed. The room was still probably untouched since she'd left home, with her old high school clothes in the closet and photos of friends and celebrities taped to the mirror. It felt like sleeping in a dead person's room, except worse, because sleeping in her sister's room didn't feel like that at all.
The three of them stood there silent for a while. Jackie tried not to stare at the way the wind tugged at the flowers her parents had brought, or the subtle runes of the prayer she'd etched into the stone years ago. Then they left.
It was a long ride back, and they still had dinner to get to.
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Sherry #9 (There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up—), Rose #12 (Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside...but there is always pain hidden somewhere.)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Lilith Fair Day 1 Village Stage), Glitter, Seed Beads, Novelty Beads (funeral)
Word Count: 426
Rating: G
Warnings: Mentions death of a child.
Summary: Developing Jackie and her sidhe coven a little. Complications of the past.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Shay changed her car every time she changed her hair, and that was pretty often. She came home that day with a big flower decal on the door and a statue of Ganesha on the dash; her hair was long, straight, and blonde, with big round sunglasses and a pencil dress Jackie hadn't known she owned.
"You on some hunt I don't know about?" Jackie said as she got in, only half-joking.
"Is that what this looks like?" Shay grinned, fangs flickering in and out of view.
"I think "hippie" is the weirdest look for you yet."
"Maybe I don't want to scare the mortals."
Jackie stretched out in the seat and almost laughed. "Wolf in sheep's clothing."
The rest of the ride was quiet.
*
They were late, so they went ahead to the cemetary. Shay let her out a ways off and she walked. It was easier that way; gave her time to compose herself. Time to square her shoulders and keep her head down walking along the grass, block out the flickers in the corners of her eyes, put away her face with the big ears and the black dappled fur and bring out the other one.
Her mother was already there, all in black still, huddled under her daddy's arm. For a second her hair seemed like Shay's, curly and short but the same shade of blonde. Then the image was gone, along with all the ghosts of the last four years.
"Sorry I'm late." She walked up slowly, her voice quiet. Her mother, thank somebody, wasn't crying exactly, though she probably had been before. It felt wrong to explain, or to speak much.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," said her daddy. She took her place on the other side of him. "There'll be plenty of time over the weekend."
Her stomach curdled at the thought of sleeping in her old bed. The room was still probably untouched since she'd left home, with her old high school clothes in the closet and photos of friends and celebrities taped to the mirror. It felt like sleeping in a dead person's room, except worse, because sleeping in her sister's room didn't feel like that at all.
The three of them stood there silent for a while. Jackie tried not to stare at the way the wind tugged at the flowers her parents had brought, or the subtle runes of the prayer she'd etched into the stone years ago. Then they left.
It was a long ride back, and they still had dinner to get to.
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