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rainbowfic2015-08-18 02:08 am
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-18 02:08 am
Milk Bottle 4: Itch
Author: Kat
Title: Itch
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Milk bottle 4 (Cotton candy)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: Kiss and Not Tell, La Roux), stain (Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction. - E. F. Schumacher), acrylic (this image)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter's like an itch beneath her skin.
Warnings: none
Notes: Round these parts we call cotton candy candyfloss. Or we would if we had any sense.
Peter's like an itch beneath her skin.
Miranda doesn't know quite what to do with him. He isn't like her usual run of lover; men she picks up in bars with an under-the-lashes look and a red-painted mouth. Those aren't men one keeps. But Peter...
She wants to open up to him. That scares her.
She knows herself. There's not much to like under the sleek, smiling shell. She's poisoned candyfloss; pretty on the outside, deadly within. And she likes Peter. He's got under her skin. She likes him very much.
This would be so much easier if she didn't.
Title: Itch
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Milk bottle 4 (Cotton candy)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: Kiss and Not Tell, La Roux), stain (Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction. - E. F. Schumacher), acrylic (this image)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter's like an itch beneath her skin.
Warnings: none
Notes: Round these parts we call cotton candy candyfloss. Or we would if we had any sense.
Peter's like an itch beneath her skin.
Miranda doesn't know quite what to do with him. He isn't like her usual run of lover; men she picks up in bars with an under-the-lashes look and a red-painted mouth. Those aren't men one keeps. But Peter...
She wants to open up to him. That scares her.
She knows herself. There's not much to like under the sleek, smiling shell. She's poisoned candyfloss; pretty on the outside, deadly within. And she likes Peter. He's got under her skin. She likes him very much.
This would be so much easier if she didn't.
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