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rainbowfic2012-12-01 06:17 pm
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Chartreuse 8, Iceberg 1: Motive
Author: Kat
Title: Motive
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Chartreuse 8 (Boire sans soif et faire l' amour en tout temps, il n'y a que ça qui nous distingue des autres bêtes. / Drinking without being thirsty and making love at all times, it's the only thing that distinguishes us from other animals.) with subluxate's paint-by-numbers (Yvonne), iceberg 1 (snow) with geena's paint-by-numbers (Illuminating just what you want to show/You'd never rust, but I'd never know/You can't be trusted, I can't let go).
Supplies and Materials: Canvas, charcoal, miniature collection, oils (snow), stain (The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. -- Nancy Astor), pastels (prostitution), novelty beads ("I was having twelve percent of a moment." --Pepper Potts).
Word Count: 600.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Yvonne never does anything, or anyone, without a reason.
Warnings: Yvonne, emotional manipulation
Notes: No, I don't know who exactly is Olivia's biological father.
She met Giorgio perhaps three months after she married Hugh, in a smoky bar somewhere in Los Angeles. He'd bought her a drink, and called her bella donna, which Yvonne found hilarious since he had a terrible American accent. Still, she supposed the Italian name and ancestry entitled him to some pretensions.
More importantly, he was quite wealthy, and of no little importance in the film industry.
So she smiled and flirted and let him fuck her on his expensive leather sofa, and he got her a couple of small parts.
She almost missed him, when he stopped being useful.
--
Darryl was her next step, after Giorgio. He had a reputation for liberal use of the casting couch that proved to be very well founded when Yvonne tested it, though he took her over his desk at first. She came home with strangely-shaped bruises on her hips that she explained away as a silly accident.
She never let Darryl fuck her without a condom. She was not stupid, and she knew she was not the only one he fucked. An STD would alter her plans rather drastically. That was a complication she didn't need.
Besides, imagine explaining that to Hugh.
--
She was never really sure why she got involved with Roger. He wasn't famous and he was only moderately wealthy, and while he could show her a good time, he certainly wasn't anything special. He worshiped her, which might have had something to do with it, but then so did Hugh.
Although... Roger did everything she told him, in the slightly pathetic hope that she might worship him back. Hugh was beginning to question her; Roger never would.
It would be awkward and uncomfortable when the time came to leave him. But for now, he suited her very well indeed.
--
Craig said he could get her a modeling gig. Yvonne was fairly sure he was lying, but he got her into all the best parties and he bought her lots of presents, so she could overlook that. Besides, he was phenomenal in bed. A girl could overlook a lot for that.
He took her up to Tahoe once, when Hugh was out of town. They got snowed in and had sex all over the cabin, and when she got back she told Hugh girls' night had run long.
Two months later she was pregnant. It might have been a coincidence.
--
Men were useful to her, and very little more. They were a means to get off or to get ahead, a bottomless wallet or a party ticket. Hugh supported her and gave her hardly any trouble. The others boosted her career, gave her presents, introduced her to people. It was amazing how far one could get when one didn't need to worry about money or family.
They'd have to move to the suburbs someday, when Hugh left his residency. She'd have to take what she could now.
She had always been aware of time passing. Now more so than ever.
--
She slipped into bed beside Hugh, moving as quietly as she could, but he stirred anyway, mumbled her name.
"Go back to sleep," she said. "It's only me."
"It's late," he said, one eye cracking open. "Where were you?"
"Working overtime," she lied. "They want to get all my scenes shot before I start to show."
Mentioning the baby put a stupid smile on Hugh's face, like always, and he gave her a warm look. "I won't keep you up, then."
She kissed him lightly and settled down in bed, still a little sore from Craig, and thinking of tomorrow.
Title: Motive
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Chartreuse 8 (Boire sans soif et faire l' amour en tout temps, il n'y a que ça qui nous distingue des autres bêtes. / Drinking without being thirsty and making love at all times, it's the only thing that distinguishes us from other animals.) with subluxate's paint-by-numbers (Yvonne), iceberg 1 (snow) with geena's paint-by-numbers (Illuminating just what you want to show/You'd never rust, but I'd never know/You can't be trusted, I can't let go).
Supplies and Materials: Canvas, charcoal, miniature collection, oils (snow), stain (The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. -- Nancy Astor), pastels (prostitution), novelty beads ("I was having twelve percent of a moment." --Pepper Potts).
Word Count: 600.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Yvonne never does anything, or anyone, without a reason.
Warnings: Yvonne, emotional manipulation
Notes: No, I don't know who exactly is Olivia's biological father.
She met Giorgio perhaps three months after she married Hugh, in a smoky bar somewhere in Los Angeles. He'd bought her a drink, and called her bella donna, which Yvonne found hilarious since he had a terrible American accent. Still, she supposed the Italian name and ancestry entitled him to some pretensions.
More importantly, he was quite wealthy, and of no little importance in the film industry.
So she smiled and flirted and let him fuck her on his expensive leather sofa, and he got her a couple of small parts.
She almost missed him, when he stopped being useful.
--
Darryl was her next step, after Giorgio. He had a reputation for liberal use of the casting couch that proved to be very well founded when Yvonne tested it, though he took her over his desk at first. She came home with strangely-shaped bruises on her hips that she explained away as a silly accident.
She never let Darryl fuck her without a condom. She was not stupid, and she knew she was not the only one he fucked. An STD would alter her plans rather drastically. That was a complication she didn't need.
Besides, imagine explaining that to Hugh.
--
She was never really sure why she got involved with Roger. He wasn't famous and he was only moderately wealthy, and while he could show her a good time, he certainly wasn't anything special. He worshiped her, which might have had something to do with it, but then so did Hugh.
Although... Roger did everything she told him, in the slightly pathetic hope that she might worship him back. Hugh was beginning to question her; Roger never would.
It would be awkward and uncomfortable when the time came to leave him. But for now, he suited her very well indeed.
--
Craig said he could get her a modeling gig. Yvonne was fairly sure he was lying, but he got her into all the best parties and he bought her lots of presents, so she could overlook that. Besides, he was phenomenal in bed. A girl could overlook a lot for that.
He took her up to Tahoe once, when Hugh was out of town. They got snowed in and had sex all over the cabin, and when she got back she told Hugh girls' night had run long.
Two months later she was pregnant. It might have been a coincidence.
--
Men were useful to her, and very little more. They were a means to get off or to get ahead, a bottomless wallet or a party ticket. Hugh supported her and gave her hardly any trouble. The others boosted her career, gave her presents, introduced her to people. It was amazing how far one could get when one didn't need to worry about money or family.
They'd have to move to the suburbs someday, when Hugh left his residency. She'd have to take what she could now.
She had always been aware of time passing. Now more so than ever.
--
She slipped into bed beside Hugh, moving as quietly as she could, but he stirred anyway, mumbled her name.
"Go back to sleep," she said. "It's only me."
"It's late," he said, one eye cracking open. "Where were you?"
"Working overtime," she lied. "They want to get all my scenes shot before I start to show."
Mentioning the baby put a stupid smile on Hugh's face, like always, and he gave her a warm look. "I won't keep you up, then."
She kissed him lightly and settled down in bed, still a little sore from Craig, and thinking of tomorrow.
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Good job!
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It's a really nice contrast between how much she has and how she nonetheless remains unsatisfied with freaking everything. It's like- if she had a conscience, this could be a heart-rending kind of story. But, it's not. It's Yvonne. And she deserves her own warning tag like whoa.
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Thank you!
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Thank you.
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