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rainbowfic2023-08-14 01:48 pm
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Kohl #5: Toe Knuckles (Peccadillo Parlour)
Name: Toe Knuckles
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Kohl #5: Lip gloss
Supplies and Styles: graffiti (11 Years of Rainbowfic, Challenge Mir), eraser, life drawing, silhouette
Word Count: 570
Rating: teen
Warnings: None, really.
Contains: Discussion of sexism, internalized acephobia, discussion of bodily functions (periods, werewolf transformation).
Summary: Anna and Juliette muse on the connections between werewolves, women and the moon.
Note: This is for the supernatural AU/side universe for Peccadillo Parlour, where Anna Pratt and Juliette Park are werewolves, and also girlfriends.
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"You know what I just realized?" Anna asked.
"Mmm?"
Anna turned her head to look at Juliette, lying on the bed beside her in a pool of moonlight, her frippery sweet lolita nightgown lined with harsh black shadows. By contrast, Anna's simple T-shirt was all curves, like a toga on a marble statue. Trust moonlight to make her the elegant one.
"I don't get my period anymore."
Juliette burst out in a giggle, and covered her mouth, trying to quiet it. "Hmm! Hmm!" -- suppressed huffaws. "Neither do I."
Despite her better judgment, Anna smiled, too. It wasn't as if they even needed to stay quiet; this was a roadside bed and breakfast on the route north; they'd checked in hours ago, and they hadn't heard a peep from anyone else in the house since. Who would hear them? Who would tell them off if they did?
It was just Juliette, once again suppressing the unseemly. She fascinated Anna, all contradictions and niceties and the most matter-of-fact monstrosity she had ever come across.
"It's a little too on the nose, isn't it?" Anna said. "Once every full moon, a sweet young woman turns into a slavering beast--"
"Hairy and unmanageable--"
"--Neither mother nor maiden..."
"Ginger Snaps was right."
Anna groaned. "I can't believe you made me watch that. Some ancient indie film. It just made me uncomfortable. I hate how everything has to be about sex."
"Sometimes it's just about bodies," Juliette said kindly, and Anna felt once again that surge of fondness that kept her by Juliette's side. Aside from, you know. The monthly curse.
A breath exploded from her mouth. "I wonder if the image of the werewolf being a man is just because, like, the way a woman is when she's on her period looks to men she's like being visited by a demon, or is it just guys taking over cool things from women? Or just not being able to think of a woman being a wild animal?"
Juliette thought about it for a moment. "I'm not sure. Haven't dived deep enough."
Anna stopped Juliette with a hand just as she was reaching next to the bed for her mobile. "Don't bother. Not now. I was just wondering."
"Okay." Juliette turned her face towards the moonlight and smiled, and Anna noted with a dispassionate gaze just how beautiful she was. The curve of her lips, the row of faint lashes below her eyes, the way her cheek curved into her chin--she was almost too perfect. And she dressed pretty too, unlike Anna.
Anna felt, not for the first time, like she was robbing Juliette from someone else. Someone who'd want to make love to her. Internalized acephobia? Turned out that was a thing.
Sucks to be everyone else then. Juliette did what she wanted, anyway. Either way, she was Anna's. Anna leaned over and kissed her lightly, just enough to smell her lip gloss, peach and oranges, like a day in the sun.
Juliette's eyes sparkled as they pulled apart. Anna flopped back on her back on the bed.
The moon outside was a sliver. They had weeks of normalcy and quiet. But her body still felt the wolf; her belly was still full of who-knew what, the skin over her toes feeling pink and stretched over strong knuckles and claws. It didn't feel like some metaphor of sex or periods.
Sometimes it was just about bodies.
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Kohl #5: Lip gloss
Supplies and Styles: graffiti (11 Years of Rainbowfic, Challenge Mir), eraser, life drawing, silhouette
Word Count: 570
Rating: teen
Warnings: None, really.
Contains: Discussion of sexism, internalized acephobia, discussion of bodily functions (periods, werewolf transformation).
Summary: Anna and Juliette muse on the connections between werewolves, women and the moon.
Note: This is for the supernatural AU/side universe for Peccadillo Parlour, where Anna Pratt and Juliette Park are werewolves, and also girlfriends.
-
"You know what I just realized?" Anna asked.
"Mmm?"
Anna turned her head to look at Juliette, lying on the bed beside her in a pool of moonlight, her frippery sweet lolita nightgown lined with harsh black shadows. By contrast, Anna's simple T-shirt was all curves, like a toga on a marble statue. Trust moonlight to make her the elegant one.
"I don't get my period anymore."
Juliette burst out in a giggle, and covered her mouth, trying to quiet it. "Hmm! Hmm!" -- suppressed huffaws. "Neither do I."
Despite her better judgment, Anna smiled, too. It wasn't as if they even needed to stay quiet; this was a roadside bed and breakfast on the route north; they'd checked in hours ago, and they hadn't heard a peep from anyone else in the house since. Who would hear them? Who would tell them off if they did?
It was just Juliette, once again suppressing the unseemly. She fascinated Anna, all contradictions and niceties and the most matter-of-fact monstrosity she had ever come across.
"It's a little too on the nose, isn't it?" Anna said. "Once every full moon, a sweet young woman turns into a slavering beast--"
"Hairy and unmanageable--"
"--Neither mother nor maiden..."
"Ginger Snaps was right."
Anna groaned. "I can't believe you made me watch that. Some ancient indie film. It just made me uncomfortable. I hate how everything has to be about sex."
"Sometimes it's just about bodies," Juliette said kindly, and Anna felt once again that surge of fondness that kept her by Juliette's side. Aside from, you know. The monthly curse.
A breath exploded from her mouth. "I wonder if the image of the werewolf being a man is just because, like, the way a woman is when she's on her period looks to men she's like being visited by a demon, or is it just guys taking over cool things from women? Or just not being able to think of a woman being a wild animal?"
Juliette thought about it for a moment. "I'm not sure. Haven't dived deep enough."
Anna stopped Juliette with a hand just as she was reaching next to the bed for her mobile. "Don't bother. Not now. I was just wondering."
"Okay." Juliette turned her face towards the moonlight and smiled, and Anna noted with a dispassionate gaze just how beautiful she was. The curve of her lips, the row of faint lashes below her eyes, the way her cheek curved into her chin--she was almost too perfect. And she dressed pretty too, unlike Anna.
Anna felt, not for the first time, like she was robbing Juliette from someone else. Someone who'd want to make love to her. Internalized acephobia? Turned out that was a thing.
Sucks to be everyone else then. Juliette did what she wanted, anyway. Either way, she was Anna's. Anna leaned over and kissed her lightly, just enough to smell her lip gloss, peach and oranges, like a day in the sun.
Juliette's eyes sparkled as they pulled apart. Anna flopped back on her back on the bed.
The moon outside was a sliver. They had weeks of normalcy and quiet. But her body still felt the wolf; her belly was still full of who-knew what, the skin over her toes feeling pink and stretched over strong knuckles and claws. It didn't feel like some metaphor of sex or periods.
Sometimes it was just about bodies.