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rainbowfic2012-09-20 09:06 pm
Sulphur 7, Faded Blue 28: Attachment
Author: Kat
Title: Attachment
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Sulphur 7 (Deceiver), faded blue 28 (It's just a mental, incidental, sentimental, alibi)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry, canvas (baby Danny), charcoal (Frank), miniature, novelty beads ("A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal." -- Oscar Wilde), pastels (bluffing), brush (rebuff), seed beads, glitter (- "I think if I took therapy, the doctor would quit. He’d just pick up the couch and walk out of the room." – Don Rickles).
Word Count: 100
Rating: G.
Summary: Frank pretends.
Warnings: none.
Notes: The glitter might be a bit meta.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Rebecca asks, her eyes glowing. Frank looks down at the baby in her arms, and shrugs.
"She's a baby," he says, and Rebecca frowns, looking puzzled, a little hurt.
"She's our daughter, Frank," she says. "She's the most perfect thing on this earth."
Oh, this was attachment, then. He wasn't going to feel it, but Rebecca clearly did, and he couldn't afford to disrupt this arrangement. So he smiled, and said all the words she expected of him.
He only needed to pretend for a while. Soon she'd be too bound up in the baby to care.
Title: Attachment
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Sulphur 7 (Deceiver), faded blue 28 (It's just a mental, incidental, sentimental, alibi)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry, canvas (baby Danny), charcoal (Frank), miniature, novelty beads ("A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal." -- Oscar Wilde), pastels (bluffing), brush (rebuff), seed beads, glitter (- "I think if I took therapy, the doctor would quit. He’d just pick up the couch and walk out of the room." – Don Rickles).
Word Count: 100
Rating: G.
Summary: Frank pretends.
Warnings: none.
Notes: The glitter might be a bit meta.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Rebecca asks, her eyes glowing. Frank looks down at the baby in her arms, and shrugs.
"She's a baby," he says, and Rebecca frowns, looking puzzled, a little hurt.
"She's our daughter, Frank," she says. "She's the most perfect thing on this earth."
Oh, this was attachment, then. He wasn't going to feel it, but Rebecca clearly did, and he couldn't afford to disrupt this arrangement. So he smiled, and said all the words she expected of him.
He only needed to pretend for a while. Soon she'd be too bound up in the baby to care.

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Almost and try.
(And fail all over the place later, but for now.)
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