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rainbowfic2013-01-09 04:28 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-01-09 04:28 pm
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Liver 12, True Blue 3: Shoes
Author: Kat
Title: Shoes
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Liver 12 (toe), true blue 3 (Frenemy)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas (Olivia is thirteen).
Word Count: 392.
Rating: G. Well, one naughty word.
Summary: Olivia and her mother have a few things in common.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Olivia's heels, if you're curious.
Olivia and her mother do actually have a few things in common, and one of them is high-heeled shoes.
Not that Olivia is allowed to wear heels—her dad says they're bad for her feet—but her mother does take her shoe-shopping sometimes so she can see how they look. She likes watching Yvonne try them on, turning her feet this way and that with a considering frown, likes imagining how she might look in a pair or two. Silver strappy sandals, purple peep-toes, black lace shoes that show off her pale arches...
"Here, try these," her mother says, startling her, and hands her a pair of pink heels, three inches high, with a thin ankle strap and a leather flower stitched to the bands criss-crossing over the toes.
She shouldn't. Her dad says they've been linked to foot deformities, and anyway she's only twelve and can't wear grown-up shoes just yet. But they're so pretty, and her mother is watching her expectantly, so Olivia puts them on anyway, and staggers around the room for a while.
"I thought so," her mother says, rather smugly. "Those are for you then, your birthday present."
The shoes are gorgeous. The narrow strap makes her ankle look slim and delicate; the flower splashes over her toes. She can just picture herself in a sundress and these heels, tripping over a grassy field, flirting with all the boys, just like her mother—
But.
She takes them off and holds them out to her mother, sadly. "Daddy says I can't," she says.
"To hell with your father," her mother snaps, and Olivia blinks. Yvonne shakes her head, and smiles at her. "Never mind. He doesn't have to know, sweetheart. It can be our little secret." She pushes Olivia's hands back, until the shoes lie in her lap.
She's not sure it's a good idea, even as her hands curve possessively around the shoes. Daddy's going to be mad, and it's not like he didn't have a good reason for saying no. But the shoes are so pretty, and Olivia has a weakness for pretty things, just like her mother. They've always been more alike than either one of them wants to admit.
"Okay," she says, and her mother smiles triumphantly. "Our secret."
"There's a good girl," Yvonne says, and reaches for a pair of glittering red heels.
Title: Shoes
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Liver 12 (toe), true blue 3 (Frenemy)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas (Olivia is thirteen).
Word Count: 392.
Rating: G. Well, one naughty word.
Summary: Olivia and her mother have a few things in common.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Olivia's heels, if you're curious.
Olivia and her mother do actually have a few things in common, and one of them is high-heeled shoes.
Not that Olivia is allowed to wear heels—her dad says they're bad for her feet—but her mother does take her shoe-shopping sometimes so she can see how they look. She likes watching Yvonne try them on, turning her feet this way and that with a considering frown, likes imagining how she might look in a pair or two. Silver strappy sandals, purple peep-toes, black lace shoes that show off her pale arches...
"Here, try these," her mother says, startling her, and hands her a pair of pink heels, three inches high, with a thin ankle strap and a leather flower stitched to the bands criss-crossing over the toes.
She shouldn't. Her dad says they've been linked to foot deformities, and anyway she's only twelve and can't wear grown-up shoes just yet. But they're so pretty, and her mother is watching her expectantly, so Olivia puts them on anyway, and staggers around the room for a while.
"I thought so," her mother says, rather smugly. "Those are for you then, your birthday present."
The shoes are gorgeous. The narrow strap makes her ankle look slim and delicate; the flower splashes over her toes. She can just picture herself in a sundress and these heels, tripping over a grassy field, flirting with all the boys, just like her mother—
But.
She takes them off and holds them out to her mother, sadly. "Daddy says I can't," she says.
"To hell with your father," her mother snaps, and Olivia blinks. Yvonne shakes her head, and smiles at her. "Never mind. He doesn't have to know, sweetheart. It can be our little secret." She pushes Olivia's hands back, until the shoes lie in her lap.
She's not sure it's a good idea, even as her hands curve possessively around the shoes. Daddy's going to be mad, and it's not like he didn't have a good reason for saying no. But the shoes are so pretty, and Olivia has a weakness for pretty things, just like her mother. They've always been more alike than either one of them wants to admit.
"Okay," she says, and her mother smiles triumphantly. "Our secret."
"There's a good girl," Yvonne says, and reaches for a pair of glittering red heels.
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Because. It's so clear here that Olivia is trying to love her. Over shoes. Because that's what they have and *HUGS STORY*.
*HUGS YOU*.
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