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rainbowfic2023-08-12 08:23 pm
narrownights) wrote in rainbowfic2023-08-12 08:23 pm
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Name: narrownights
Story: What She Left Behind
Colour: Orange (Tiger's Eye: 15. Time to go home)
Supplies and styles: Embroidery
Wordcount: 968
Warnings: PG13 for light cursing
Summary: A pair of lovers quarrel while trying to contact a tow truck.
"I think that was a good emergency landing. We're both in one piece and the car doesn't even have a scratch on it! And that deer definitely made it where she was going."
Story: What She Left Behind
Colour: Orange (Tiger's Eye: 15. Time to go home)
Supplies and styles: Embroidery
Wordcount: 968
Warnings: PG13 for light cursing
Summary: A pair of lovers quarrel while trying to contact a tow truck.
"I think that was a good emergency landing. We're both in one piece and the car doesn't even have a scratch on it! And that deer definitely made it where she was going."
"We're in a corn field, Aliya."
"This is farm country."
"What's your point?"
"It's all cornfields. Where are you going? Maddy!"
"To find reception so I can call CAA."
"A stroll could be romantic. Like in an Edwardian novel, or an old movie. Smell that fresh air! Look at that tangerine sunset, the delicate tufts on the rows of corn reaching up into the sky. And listen to those birds! We should hold hands."
"It smells like manure, and those are crows. It's more like Children of the Corn. Ouch!"
"That rock you just tripped on was Karma. Don't freak me out like that. I've got goosebumps. Is it getting cold out?"
"You're dressed like that in October."
"What's wrong with my clothes? We took so many good photos in that pumpkin patch. I can't wait to post them."
"You're wearing a mini skirt! And no socials."
"It's spooktacular with all these little ghosties on it! And you said you liked it!"
"It's adorable for sitting in the car. Go back and wait. I'll take care of this. And I mean it, Aliya, no socials."
"Sit in the car? SIT in the CAR?? While you take care of everything? I made it through the last eight months just fine without you here, I think I can handle a walk down the road with you, thanks."
"What are you even mad about?"
"Why can't I post anything about us on social media? Why do we have to drive an hour away to go to a pumpkin patch when there's one ten minutes outside of the town we both live in? Maddy, can you stop walking for a minute and talk to me?"
"I want to call the tow and get back to the car before it gets dark out. Can we stay on task, please?"
"Is there someone else? Did you meet someone at school? Someone who's super smart, and task-oriented, and doesn't have ADHD or drag you to do inconvenient things, who wears appropriate clothes, and can handle things on their own without you taking care of them? Because I'm smart, even if I'm choosing to stay home and work and not go into debt for a degree. And I took my goddamn Vyvanse this morning. You helped me pick this skirt out a month ago off that website. Remember? I sent you a screenshot of my cart and you said 'Oooh Aliya, that skirt would be so cute to wear to a pumpkin patch or a haunted house! And I said-"
"That you'd wear it to the fair with me and I said 'maybe the one in Paris'. I remember."
"If there's someone else, you have to tell me."
"There's no one."
"Then why are you hiding us? This? Things with your family are better since you left for school, right?."
"Right, because I lied to them. It was the only way they'd help cover the cost of school."
"So you put yourself back in the closet? You slammed a door up between us and thought I wouldn't notice?"
"What was I supposed to do?"
"Take out a loan like everyone else. Defer for a year and work at the factory like I do."
"I get why you're mad, but-"
"I was your dirty little lesbian secret for three years. Now you're telling me it's been four."
"And that sucks, but-"
"I waited for you to come out the first time. I can't wait again."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Stop following me!"
"Talk to me...."
"Go call CAA. I want to go home."
"We'll talk about this after I call the tow. I love you."
"Right, you're just ashamed of us."
"I'm not ashamed of you. I want a good job, with benefits so we can buy a house somewhere with more tolerance and fewer bigots, so we can have kids and a family and you won't have to work a crappy job you hate."
"You want to run away to somewhere better, but I would rather make the place we're already in a better one. Every time someone tolerant and open-minded runs away, the bigots get a little louder. I saw your mom at the store the other day. She has Canada flags all over her Ford now. She looked at me like I was the problem, and then she turned to someone else and they loudly had a conversation about all the things wrong with this country. And you and I made that list."
"She's my mother."
"And I'm sorry. It's not fair. You should feel validated. Loved and supported and never afraid to be who you are, and that's hard when the poison is in your own home. But shutting up, going away, disappearing? None of that will make this better. Not for you, and not for anyone else. So go, run towards your future where you hide away who you are and make bank and come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas and Summer Vacation and always pretend to be someone you're not. But I can't hide with you anymore. I can't let the bigots drown me out, or nothing will change."
"I just need time."
"Then take it. But don't expect me to wait for you."
"There are consequences for me, Aliyah. To being out."
"There are consequences to staying in."
"Give me your phone."
"Why?"
"Please."
"Ok. What did you just do?"
"There's reception right here. I posted that photo of us to Instagram. I'm staying at your house tonight."
"Really?"
"Yes. Don't cry. I hate when you cry."
"Call the cab, babe. Let's go home."
"This is farm country."
"What's your point?"
"It's all cornfields. Where are you going? Maddy!"
"To find reception so I can call CAA."
"A stroll could be romantic. Like in an Edwardian novel, or an old movie. Smell that fresh air! Look at that tangerine sunset, the delicate tufts on the rows of corn reaching up into the sky. And listen to those birds! We should hold hands."
"It smells like manure, and those are crows. It's more like Children of the Corn. Ouch!"
"That rock you just tripped on was Karma. Don't freak me out like that. I've got goosebumps. Is it getting cold out?"
"You're dressed like that in October."
"What's wrong with my clothes? We took so many good photos in that pumpkin patch. I can't wait to post them."
"You're wearing a mini skirt! And no socials."
"It's spooktacular with all these little ghosties on it! And you said you liked it!"
"It's adorable for sitting in the car. Go back and wait. I'll take care of this. And I mean it, Aliya, no socials."
"Sit in the car? SIT in the CAR?? While you take care of everything? I made it through the last eight months just fine without you here, I think I can handle a walk down the road with you, thanks."
"What are you even mad about?"
"Why can't I post anything about us on social media? Why do we have to drive an hour away to go to a pumpkin patch when there's one ten minutes outside of the town we both live in? Maddy, can you stop walking for a minute and talk to me?"
"I want to call the tow and get back to the car before it gets dark out. Can we stay on task, please?"
"Is there someone else? Did you meet someone at school? Someone who's super smart, and task-oriented, and doesn't have ADHD or drag you to do inconvenient things, who wears appropriate clothes, and can handle things on their own without you taking care of them? Because I'm smart, even if I'm choosing to stay home and work and not go into debt for a degree. And I took my goddamn Vyvanse this morning. You helped me pick this skirt out a month ago off that website. Remember? I sent you a screenshot of my cart and you said 'Oooh Aliya, that skirt would be so cute to wear to a pumpkin patch or a haunted house! And I said-"
"That you'd wear it to the fair with me and I said 'maybe the one in Paris'. I remember."
"If there's someone else, you have to tell me."
"There's no one."
"Then why are you hiding us? This? Things with your family are better since you left for school, right?."
"Right, because I lied to them. It was the only way they'd help cover the cost of school."
"So you put yourself back in the closet? You slammed a door up between us and thought I wouldn't notice?"
"What was I supposed to do?"
"Take out a loan like everyone else. Defer for a year and work at the factory like I do."
"I get why you're mad, but-"
"I was your dirty little lesbian secret for three years. Now you're telling me it's been four."
"And that sucks, but-"
"I waited for you to come out the first time. I can't wait again."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Stop following me!"
"Talk to me...."
"Go call CAA. I want to go home."
"We'll talk about this after I call the tow. I love you."
"Right, you're just ashamed of us."
"I'm not ashamed of you. I want a good job, with benefits so we can buy a house somewhere with more tolerance and fewer bigots, so we can have kids and a family and you won't have to work a crappy job you hate."
"You want to run away to somewhere better, but I would rather make the place we're already in a better one. Every time someone tolerant and open-minded runs away, the bigots get a little louder. I saw your mom at the store the other day. She has Canada flags all over her Ford now. She looked at me like I was the problem, and then she turned to someone else and they loudly had a conversation about all the things wrong with this country. And you and I made that list."
"She's my mother."
"And I'm sorry. It's not fair. You should feel validated. Loved and supported and never afraid to be who you are, and that's hard when the poison is in your own home. But shutting up, going away, disappearing? None of that will make this better. Not for you, and not for anyone else. So go, run towards your future where you hide away who you are and make bank and come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas and Summer Vacation and always pretend to be someone you're not. But I can't hide with you anymore. I can't let the bigots drown me out, or nothing will change."
"I just need time."
"Then take it. But don't expect me to wait for you."
"There are consequences for me, Aliyah. To being out."
"There are consequences to staying in."
"Give me your phone."
"Why?"
"Please."
"Ok. What did you just do?"
"There's reception right here. I posted that photo of us to Instagram. I'm staying at your house tonight."
"Really?"
"Yes. Don't cry. I hate when you cry."
"Call the cab, babe. Let's go home."
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