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rainbowfic2019-09-11 10:20 pm
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Library Yellow #14, Jet Pack Blues #11, Jungle Green #16
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Finding Out
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Library Yellow #14. balter, Jet Pack Blues #11. Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?, Jungle Green #16. Decomposition
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Three: Main Stage), reimaging (of this), tapestry (Jungle Green + Novelty Beads), canvas, acrylic (words associated with money: scam), oils, modeling clay (what beast lurks), seed beads, novelty beads, yarn
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Faith
Warnings: Adultery/cheating and related relationship douchery.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Faith didn’t want to believe it. She wanted to believe that this--this person, this Shane Pryce, was fucking with her. Lying about everything, about Alex, because…who the hell knew.
But once she was past that first knee-jerk “not possible, we’ve been dating for three years there’s no way Alex has been married to someone else for fourteen…”
The first problem was that there was no real reason for Shane to lie. Sure, Alex’s family had money, but Alex didn’t have any of it yet. And neither of them was, frankly, important enough to be targeted by a complete stranger screwing with them just for the hell of it.
The second was…
She and Alex had met every Tuesday, like clockwork, for three years. Almost never outside of that weekly date, and it hadn’t…Faith knew Alex was busy, and so was she, and it was something to look forward to every week. So she hadn't questioned it.
But Alex also hadn’t wanted her to meet--well, anyone. Coworkers, relatives, other friends…
“I just want you all to myself for a little while longer,” Alex had said, and she’d been so in love that she’d actually believed that.
In hindsight, with that straightforward letter sitting on her coffee table, Faith had been so fucking stupid.
And still--still--part of her wanted to blink and wake up, to find out that this whole thing was a dream; that she hadn’t wasted the last three years of her life on an utter shitheel using her to cheat.
But she knew better. It had taken--way too long, but she couldn’t pretend she’d never gotten that letter. Tempting as it was.
If only it was that easy to figure out what she was supposed to do next.
Story: Finding Out
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Library Yellow #14. balter, Jet Pack Blues #11. Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?, Jungle Green #16. Decomposition
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Three: Main Stage), reimaging (of this), tapestry (Jungle Green + Novelty Beads), canvas, acrylic (words associated with money: scam), oils, modeling clay (what beast lurks), seed beads, novelty beads, yarn
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Faith
Warnings: Adultery/cheating and related relationship douchery.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Faith didn’t want to believe it. She wanted to believe that this--this person, this Shane Pryce, was fucking with her. Lying about everything, about Alex, because…who the hell knew.
But once she was past that first knee-jerk “not possible, we’ve been dating for three years there’s no way Alex has been married to someone else for fourteen…”
The first problem was that there was no real reason for Shane to lie. Sure, Alex’s family had money, but Alex didn’t have any of it yet. And neither of them was, frankly, important enough to be targeted by a complete stranger screwing with them just for the hell of it.
The second was…
She and Alex had met every Tuesday, like clockwork, for three years. Almost never outside of that weekly date, and it hadn’t…Faith knew Alex was busy, and so was she, and it was something to look forward to every week. So she hadn't questioned it.
But Alex also hadn’t wanted her to meet--well, anyone. Coworkers, relatives, other friends…
“I just want you all to myself for a little while longer,” Alex had said, and she’d been so in love that she’d actually believed that.
In hindsight, with that straightforward letter sitting on her coffee table, Faith had been so fucking stupid.
And still--still--part of her wanted to blink and wake up, to find out that this whole thing was a dream; that she hadn’t wasted the last three years of her life on an utter shitheel using her to cheat.
But she knew better. It had taken--way too long, but she couldn’t pretend she’d never gotten that letter. Tempting as it was.
If only it was that easy to figure out what she was supposed to do next.