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rainbowfic2016-01-20 04:41 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2016-01-20 04:41 am
Blue Opal #5, Sherry #16, Goddamnit Green #11
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses, mostly
Colors: Blue Opal #5 (Fixed), Sherry #16 (Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul), Goddamnit Green #11 (Image)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti? (New Year's Resolutions), Novelty Beads (chapped lips)
Word Count: 298
Rating: Basically G
Warnings: Nope.
Summary: Jaymie, Winds (Sophie), and Alex.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
It was awkward, avoiding mirrors the whole holiday, but Jaymie was running out of reasons to wear sunglasses in the house in the middle of winter. Wendy was getting suspicious. She was probably more suspicious when his preparations for New Year's guests included moving a lot of shiny objects out of the living room and kitchen.
Most of the guests would be people who knew. That was the worst part, in some ways.
Jaymie hesitated, then tapped his phone to make a note: Resolution: Get rid of the glasses.
*
Kara bought them both notebooks for Christmas, and nice pens. Winds wasn't sure how to react.
One of the first things put in it was a list in nice calligraphy:
1. More nice clothes.
2. Read more.
3. Figure out what I want before the world ends.
*
Alex had the same resolution every year since he was seventeen. He didn't write it down or tell anyone, because he didn't really believe in that sort of thing; "resolving" things once a year, at the most depressing time of the year, was much less effective than making goals, and setting up a basic reward system, and not making a goddamn fool of himself.
He stood there licking his lips and watching the morning fog flow around the hot yellow lights of the streetlamps until he could feel the heat of the cigarette's cherry close to his gloved fingers. How would he phrase it, anyhow? Stop worrying? Stop overanalyzing life? Go see a psychiatrist, stop being a whiny suburbanite? He put the thing out against the wall and tossed it in a nearby ash-can, remembering an old kid's movie with a dog-dragon and a Thing that needed to be named for it to go away.
Maybe he'd just resolve to watch that again.
Story: Asking for Roses, mostly
Colors: Blue Opal #5 (Fixed), Sherry #16 (Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul), Goddamnit Green #11 (Image)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti? (New Year's Resolutions), Novelty Beads (chapped lips)
Word Count: 298
Rating: Basically G
Warnings: Nope.
Summary: Jaymie, Winds (Sophie), and Alex.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
It was awkward, avoiding mirrors the whole holiday, but Jaymie was running out of reasons to wear sunglasses in the house in the middle of winter. Wendy was getting suspicious. She was probably more suspicious when his preparations for New Year's guests included moving a lot of shiny objects out of the living room and kitchen.
Most of the guests would be people who knew. That was the worst part, in some ways.
Jaymie hesitated, then tapped his phone to make a note: Resolution: Get rid of the glasses.
*
Kara bought them both notebooks for Christmas, and nice pens. Winds wasn't sure how to react.
One of the first things put in it was a list in nice calligraphy:
1. More nice clothes.
2. Read more.
3. Figure out what I want before the world ends.
*
Alex had the same resolution every year since he was seventeen. He didn't write it down or tell anyone, because he didn't really believe in that sort of thing; "resolving" things once a year, at the most depressing time of the year, was much less effective than making goals, and setting up a basic reward system, and not making a goddamn fool of himself.
He stood there licking his lips and watching the morning fog flow around the hot yellow lights of the streetlamps until he could feel the heat of the cigarette's cherry close to his gloved fingers. How would he phrase it, anyhow? Stop worrying? Stop overanalyzing life? Go see a psychiatrist, stop being a whiny suburbanite? He put the thing out against the wall and tossed it in a nearby ash-can, remembering an old kid's movie with a dog-dragon and a Thing that needed to be named for it to go away.
Maybe he'd just resolve to watch that again.
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