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rainbowfic2012-09-12 03:42 pm
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Alice Blue 15
Author: geena
Color: Alice Blue 15. remember who you are
Supplies and Styles: Miniature collection, brush (peripatetic), feathers (this one), and glue.
Rating: PG-13 (for language, threats, and allusions to both sexytiems and violence)
Word Count: 1,000
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Exists of Itself.
Summary: Ten of the many important moments in Angela and David's relationship and lives.
Notes: This is not in chronological order, not even a tiny bit.
***
Angela meets Teresa
“Hi!”
Gradually, eyebrow cocked, Angela draws her gaze away from her computer to stare at the young woman before her. “Yes? Can I help you?”
The woman nods. “I'm here to see David. We're going to have lunch and then shop.”
“Oh! You must be... Teresa?”
“Yep! You gotta be the new assistant. David has lots.”
“So I've heard,” Angela dryly mutters. “Go in, he's expecting you.”
Teresa grins, striding to the door before turning on her heel. “I like you. You seem nice. I hope you stay around for awhile.”
Taken aback, Angela smiles. “Thanks. I like you too.”
***
Nicoletta and Angela discuss David in the aftermath of Katya's death
They hover outside the closed door of David’s office, looking at one another only when they have to.
“You took care of it?” Nicoletta eventually asks.
“Damn right I did.” Who does she think Angela is? “Of course, that only made him angrier. He wanted the kill.”
Nicoletta purses her lips. “He’ll get over it. We couldn’t let that-- that--” No words seem harsh enough.
“Exactly.” Angela sighs. “I should go in. He’s going to be impossible.”
Nodding, Nicoletta mutters, “Take care of him.”
Angela shoots her a look, turning the knob and opening the door. She steps inside.
***
David imparts some parental wisdom
“What do you mean you got in a fight?” David peers over his phone.
Joseph shifts, looking away. “Some kids were picking on Ricky. So I decked them.”
Rolling his eyes, David sighs and leans forward. “Look, your mom probably thinks that’s all noble and shit. But listen to me-- when a Corlioni gets in a fight, he wins a fight. And your mother swears to me that you’re a Corlioni, so I expect you to act like it. Got it?”
“Uh-huh.” Joseph ducks his head, face flushing. “I got it.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
***
David and Angela spend an evening alone
“I’ve got you wrapped around my finger,” Angela murmurs, crawling up the bed.
“Shut up.” David brings his hands to her hips as she straddles him, groaning when she grinds against his lap. “Jesus.”
Angela leans in, biting his earlobe. “I completely own you. I could make you do anything I want. You know it and I know it.” She sucks at a spot on his neck before adding, “You would love to just fucking submit to me.”
“Je-Jesus.” With a moan, David bucks his hips, eyes wild. “Fuck, now, right now.”
Angela grins to herself, pulling down his boxers.
***
Angela realizes that David is in love
They're still at the office when the phone rings. Angela crosses to David's desk and warns him, “No more work, or I'm taking myself out to dinner. With your money.”
He grunts, but says nothing more.
It turns out to be Teresa, and while Angela hands the phone over, she mentally reschedules her night. She's no idiot, she knows what a call from Teresa this late means.
Which is why she is utterly flabbergasted to hear, “Sorry babe, can't. Taking Angela out tonight.”
The rest of the conversation passes her by as she quietly realizes, Oh fuck, he's in love.
***
David falls in love with his youngest daughter
It's motherfucking Christmas day, and David's stuck in some fucking hospital, watching Angela squeeze out another kid. He does his best not to look at the disaster zone, staying by her head while she systematically breaks his hand.
Finally the damn thing escapes and starts squalling. The doctors cut the cord when he refuses, handing the kid over to Angela once it's clean.
“Beautiful,” she mutters, stroking a cheek.
David takes a good hard look. He's reminded of the fact that it's a Corlioni and for some reason, he thinks of Teresa.
“Yeah,” he says after a moment, “she is.”
***
Angela announces her first pregnancy
“I'm pregnant,” Angela announces over dinner.
David pauses, one hand outstretched for his wine. “Okay?”
Sighing, she adds, “And it's yours, dipshit.”
He drops his fork, staring at her in unabashed horror. “Oh fuck no. Absolutely not.”
“I told you I wanted kids months ago. How the fuck are you surprised by this?”
David glares, setting his jaw. “You're getting rid of it.”
The silence that follows this is one of the most terrifying thirty seconds of David's life.
“You say that ever again,” Angela hisses, staring him down, “and I'm cutting your balls off after I tell your mother.”
***
Angela realizes that she is in love
It's after the meeting when the youngest lawyer approaches Angela, staying to help her gather debris and various office equipment.
“That was great, what you said about the third clause. Really ingenious.”
She smiles at the acknowledgement. “Thanks. Great work yourself.”
“I'm trying.” He hands her a stack of loose papers, adding, “If you liked, I was thinking maybe we could get lunch sometime. Talk a little more about your budding law career.”
Angela laughs. “Ah, sorry. I don't think my boyfriend would like that.”
He takes the rejection well and it isn't until later that she thinks, Boyfriend?
Uh-oh.
***
David's first three children become Angela's responsibility
“They're still declaring it a mugging, but I've got the fucking cops sniffing around.”
Angela rolls her eyes. “Like you'd be stupid enough to kill the bitch yourself.”
“Exactly.” David sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Either way, I've got a realtor coming around so I can finally get rid of that fucking house. Ma's got those brats for awhile, but once we find a big enough place--”
“Wait, what?”
He cringes. “Yeah, um, about that. I told you that they're moving in, right?”
That is the last word of the night that isn't screamed at top volume.
***
Angela informs their children of David's feelings for them
“I hate you!” Daniel cries over dinner one night.
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Angela pushes his plate closer. “Finish the fucking peas.”
“I want Daddy!”
Joseph snorts. “Like he gives a fuck. Dad doesn't want you. He doesn't want any of us. He doesn't love us, he hates us.” He pauses.” Except maybe Lucille.”
“Lucille,” Angela says wearily, “stop preening. And Joseph, shut up about shit you know nothing about. Just because your father is too immature to realize he loves you, doesn't mean he doesn't. Now everyone shut up and eat your damn dinner before I get pissed.”
***
geenaColor: Alice Blue 15. remember who you are
Supplies and Styles: Miniature collection, brush (peripatetic), feathers (this one), and glue.
Rating: PG-13 (for language, threats, and allusions to both sexytiems and violence)
Word Count: 1,000
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Exists of Itself.
Summary: Ten of the many important moments in Angela and David's relationship and lives.
Notes: This is not in chronological order, not even a tiny bit.
***
“Hi!”
Gradually, eyebrow cocked, Angela draws her gaze away from her computer to stare at the young woman before her. “Yes? Can I help you?”
The woman nods. “I'm here to see David. We're going to have lunch and then shop.”
“Oh! You must be... Teresa?”
“Yep! You gotta be the new assistant. David has lots.”
“So I've heard,” Angela dryly mutters. “Go in, he's expecting you.”
Teresa grins, striding to the door before turning on her heel. “I like you. You seem nice. I hope you stay around for awhile.”
Taken aback, Angela smiles. “Thanks. I like you too.”
***
They hover outside the closed door of David’s office, looking at one another only when they have to.
“You took care of it?” Nicoletta eventually asks.
“Damn right I did.” Who does she think Angela is? “Of course, that only made him angrier. He wanted the kill.”
Nicoletta purses her lips. “He’ll get over it. We couldn’t let that-- that--” No words seem harsh enough.
“Exactly.” Angela sighs. “I should go in. He’s going to be impossible.”
Nodding, Nicoletta mutters, “Take care of him.”
Angela shoots her a look, turning the knob and opening the door. She steps inside.
***
“What do you mean you got in a fight?” David peers over his phone.
Joseph shifts, looking away. “Some kids were picking on Ricky. So I decked them.”
Rolling his eyes, David sighs and leans forward. “Look, your mom probably thinks that’s all noble and shit. But listen to me-- when a Corlioni gets in a fight, he wins a fight. And your mother swears to me that you’re a Corlioni, so I expect you to act like it. Got it?”
“Uh-huh.” Joseph ducks his head, face flushing. “I got it.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
***
“I’ve got you wrapped around my finger,” Angela murmurs, crawling up the bed.
“Shut up.” David brings his hands to her hips as she straddles him, groaning when she grinds against his lap. “Jesus.”
Angela leans in, biting his earlobe. “I completely own you. I could make you do anything I want. You know it and I know it.” She sucks at a spot on his neck before adding, “You would love to just fucking submit to me.”
“Je-Jesus.” With a moan, David bucks his hips, eyes wild. “Fuck, now, right now.”
Angela grins to herself, pulling down his boxers.
***
They're still at the office when the phone rings. Angela crosses to David's desk and warns him, “No more work, or I'm taking myself out to dinner. With your money.”
He grunts, but says nothing more.
It turns out to be Teresa, and while Angela hands the phone over, she mentally reschedules her night. She's no idiot, she knows what a call from Teresa this late means.
Which is why she is utterly flabbergasted to hear, “Sorry babe, can't. Taking Angela out tonight.”
The rest of the conversation passes her by as she quietly realizes, Oh fuck, he's in love.
***
It's motherfucking Christmas day, and David's stuck in some fucking hospital, watching Angela squeeze out another kid. He does his best not to look at the disaster zone, staying by her head while she systematically breaks his hand.
Finally the damn thing escapes and starts squalling. The doctors cut the cord when he refuses, handing the kid over to Angela once it's clean.
“Beautiful,” she mutters, stroking a cheek.
David takes a good hard look. He's reminded of the fact that it's a Corlioni and for some reason, he thinks of Teresa.
“Yeah,” he says after a moment, “she is.”
***
“I'm pregnant,” Angela announces over dinner.
David pauses, one hand outstretched for his wine. “Okay?”
Sighing, she adds, “And it's yours, dipshit.”
He drops his fork, staring at her in unabashed horror. “Oh fuck no. Absolutely not.”
“I told you I wanted kids months ago. How the fuck are you surprised by this?”
David glares, setting his jaw. “You're getting rid of it.”
The silence that follows this is one of the most terrifying thirty seconds of David's life.
“You say that ever again,” Angela hisses, staring him down, “and I'm cutting your balls off after I tell your mother.”
***
It's after the meeting when the youngest lawyer approaches Angela, staying to help her gather debris and various office equipment.
“That was great, what you said about the third clause. Really ingenious.”
She smiles at the acknowledgement. “Thanks. Great work yourself.”
“I'm trying.” He hands her a stack of loose papers, adding, “If you liked, I was thinking maybe we could get lunch sometime. Talk a little more about your budding law career.”
Angela laughs. “Ah, sorry. I don't think my boyfriend would like that.”
He takes the rejection well and it isn't until later that she thinks, Boyfriend?
Uh-oh.
***
“They're still declaring it a mugging, but I've got the fucking cops sniffing around.”
Angela rolls her eyes. “Like you'd be stupid enough to kill the bitch yourself.”
“Exactly.” David sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Either way, I've got a realtor coming around so I can finally get rid of that fucking house. Ma's got those brats for awhile, but once we find a big enough place--”
“Wait, what?”
He cringes. “Yeah, um, about that. I told you that they're moving in, right?”
That is the last word of the night that isn't screamed at top volume.
***
“I hate you!” Daniel cries over dinner one night.
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Angela pushes his plate closer. “Finish the fucking peas.”
“I want Daddy!”
Joseph snorts. “Like he gives a fuck. Dad doesn't want you. He doesn't want any of us. He doesn't love us, he hates us.” He pauses.” Except maybe Lucille.”
“Lucille,” Angela says wearily, “stop preening. And Joseph, shut up about shit you know nothing about. Just because your father is too immature to realize he loves you, doesn't mean he doesn't. Now everyone shut up and eat your damn dinner before I get pissed.”
***
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I love all these so. I love their relationship, and I love them. They're amazing together, in their way, even if David is incapable of seeing it. (OH DAVID.)
Awesome job.
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The last one is really one of my favorites too. She just knows him so well, partly because she's able to accept parts of him that he will never be able to handle without years of therapy.
Thanks!
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Great job.
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Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
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And the sexy one.
You know, I always think: I should despise these two.
But, I love them all the more for managing to be so prickly I cannot help but love them. And this piece reminded me why. Thank you so much for posting!