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rainbowfic2013-03-19 12:33 am
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Tea Rose 27, Paprika 15, Scarlet 10: Twisted
Author: Kat
Title: Twisted
Story: In the Heart -- Regency AU
Colors: Tea rose 27 (We do not look in our great cities for our best morality.), paprika 15 (You're ready to burn and we're ready to go.), scarlet 10 (Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.) with kana's paint-by-numbers (Sitting in a corner all alone, /staring from the bottom of his soul, /watching the night come in from the window)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (Tea rose/eraser), eraser (Regency AU), miniature collection, charcoal, canvas (Ivy's biohazard), seed beads, photography, novelty beads (this picture).
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: London twists people-- or do they twist it?
Warnings: sexist/sexual slurs, ableism, users and manipulation.
Notes: Villains, man.
Be good, Mother said, but Vanessa has no intention of being good. She will be in London, after all. Being good in London is a waste, so why bother?
In London there will be rich old men and beautiful women; she will marry the former, and when she is inevitably widowed she will wear scarlet gowns and seduce the latter. She will live in London all her life, where everything she could possibly want is a finger's snap away. She will be bad, so bad, and she will enjoy every second of it.
Vanessa smiles, catlike. London will be magnificent.
--
Bradley Spitzer, Viscount Ragsdale, is enjoying himself hugely.
Richard Lord Stapleton has spared no expense on tonight's little dance. The brandy is superb, the music unobtrusive, and the women beautiful, one and all. Pink-cheeked blondes, wicked-eyed brunettes, and one curvy redhead with an impressive figure.
Bradley looks her over, slow and heated, from her displayed breasts to the shadow of her legs. She catches him at it and flushes, but her eyes stay on him, thoughtful, intrigued. Interesting.
A country girl, he finds out later, in the card room. An innocent, but most feel she has potential.
Indeed she does.
--
How dare he.
Yvonne crumples the letter, then jumps to her feet, her hands clenching into fists. How dare he? He is her husband! It is his duty to keep her in comfort. She gave him her hand and a child; she's done her part, and he's reneging on his.
Her debts, he wrote, are unacceptable. Her debts are no more than what she deserves! Food, clothing, transportation—she can hardly be expected to do without.
Well. If he turns his back on her, she'll turn her back on him. Fair is fair.
She goes in search of her daughter.
--
The carriage rattles over the roads on the way out of London, and Frank settles in for the long ride.
He's glad to be rid of the city. It means nothing to him but a clinging, hysterical woman, a useless daughter, and an even more useless son; a failing business; a stifling atmosphere. He'll be glad to get into the country, to find another wife and start over.
Obviously he'll have to change his name. He can't risk his past coming back to irritate him.
Ah, well. London and all it means is behind him now.
Ahead, nothing but glory.
Title: Twisted
Story: In the Heart -- Regency AU
Colors: Tea rose 27 (We do not look in our great cities for our best morality.), paprika 15 (You're ready to burn and we're ready to go.), scarlet 10 (Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.) with kana's paint-by-numbers (Sitting in a corner all alone, /staring from the bottom of his soul, /watching the night come in from the window)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (Tea rose/eraser), eraser (Regency AU), miniature collection, charcoal, canvas (Ivy's biohazard), seed beads, photography, novelty beads (this picture).
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: London twists people-- or do they twist it?
Warnings: sexist/sexual slurs, ableism, users and manipulation.
Notes: Villains, man.
Be good, Mother said, but Vanessa has no intention of being good. She will be in London, after all. Being good in London is a waste, so why bother?
In London there will be rich old men and beautiful women; she will marry the former, and when she is inevitably widowed she will wear scarlet gowns and seduce the latter. She will live in London all her life, where everything she could possibly want is a finger's snap away. She will be bad, so bad, and she will enjoy every second of it.
Vanessa smiles, catlike. London will be magnificent.
--
Bradley Spitzer, Viscount Ragsdale, is enjoying himself hugely.
Richard Lord Stapleton has spared no expense on tonight's little dance. The brandy is superb, the music unobtrusive, and the women beautiful, one and all. Pink-cheeked blondes, wicked-eyed brunettes, and one curvy redhead with an impressive figure.
Bradley looks her over, slow and heated, from her displayed breasts to the shadow of her legs. She catches him at it and flushes, but her eyes stay on him, thoughtful, intrigued. Interesting.
A country girl, he finds out later, in the card room. An innocent, but most feel she has potential.
Indeed she does.
--
How dare he.
Yvonne crumples the letter, then jumps to her feet, her hands clenching into fists. How dare he? He is her husband! It is his duty to keep her in comfort. She gave him her hand and a child; she's done her part, and he's reneging on his.
Her debts, he wrote, are unacceptable. Her debts are no more than what she deserves! Food, clothing, transportation—she can hardly be expected to do without.
Well. If he turns his back on her, she'll turn her back on him. Fair is fair.
She goes in search of her daughter.
--
The carriage rattles over the roads on the way out of London, and Frank settles in for the long ride.
He's glad to be rid of the city. It means nothing to him but a clinging, hysterical woman, a useless daughter, and an even more useless son; a failing business; a stifling atmosphere. He'll be glad to get into the country, to find another wife and start over.
Obviously he'll have to change his name. He can't risk his past coming back to irritate him.
Ah, well. London and all it means is behind him now.
Ahead, nothing but glory.
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I feel a little for Vanessa, if only because her home life seems to imply that she was a bit constrained, but not by much. Maybe a little bit with Yvonne, too, what with the period-appropriate misogyny that was going on.
The guys, though? Yech.
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Thank you very much! And yeah, the guys are fail.
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All of them. In a room. In their finest regency garb. A several cast iron pans.
Although, honestly, seeing Vanessa as a child? You know, that's refreshing and kind of touching, especially against the rest. She just is the way she is. And she's still very much Vanessa! But, imagining that bright-eyed little girl looking over the streets...
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Thank you!