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Color Party 8: Sheep's Clothing
Author: Kat
Title: Sheep's Clothing
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Color party 8 (Vinaceous)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: Put the Gun Down, ZZ Ward), seed beads (Theresa Wright), miniature, brush (fret), acrylic (eyes), novelty beads (monster with a gem), canvas
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Yvonne terrifies Theresa.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Yvonne is Olivia's mother, for any newbies.
Yvonne terrified Theresa.
Which was ridiculous. Yvonne was her sister, her little sister. Theresa was sturdy, not attractive but strong: Yvonne, in all her fragile beauty, could not compete. Yet.
Yet Yvonne had no compuction about screaming, about sobbing, about biting and clawing and pulling hair. She'd burned Theresa's homework, cut off all her hair one night while she slept. She hadn't hurt Theresa, but Theresa had no doubt that she could.
Now she was looking at Hugh from under her lashes, a tight, bloody-red dress embracing her curves, and all Theresa could do was sit frozen in her spot.
Title: Sheep's Clothing
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Color party 8 (Vinaceous)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: Put the Gun Down, ZZ Ward), seed beads (Theresa Wright), miniature, brush (fret), acrylic (eyes), novelty beads (monster with a gem), canvas
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Yvonne terrifies Theresa.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Yvonne is Olivia's mother, for any newbies.
Yvonne terrified Theresa.
Which was ridiculous. Yvonne was her sister, her little sister. Theresa was sturdy, not attractive but strong: Yvonne, in all her fragile beauty, could not compete. Yet.
Yet Yvonne had no compuction about screaming, about sobbing, about biting and clawing and pulling hair. She'd burned Theresa's homework, cut off all her hair one night while she slept. She hadn't hurt Theresa, but Theresa had no doubt that she could.
Now she was looking at Hugh from under her lashes, a tight, bloody-red dress embracing her curves, and all Theresa could do was sit frozen in her spot.
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