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rainbowfic2013-06-03 11:41 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-03 11:41 pm
Transparent 18, Electric Purple 20: Counting the Ways
Author: Kat
Title: Counting the Ways
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Transparent 18 (Intellect), electric purple 20 (Making the madness/And solitary sadness/A friendly fool/I thought of stories/They told us long ago/Of how the world was a perfume garden (The Chameleons- Perfume Garden)) with SWL's paint-by-numbers (Joy's parents are still in love.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, feathers ("She's always the smartest person in the room, and she knows it."), seed beads, novelty beads (this gif).
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: All the things Don Maserati loves about his wife.
Warnings: none.
Notes: It's all in the flaws.
It was two AM when Don finally set down his book. Acacia snored next to him, loud and curiously resonant, one hand loose against her silvering hair.
Oh, Acacia. She was arrogant and beautiful, secure in the knowledge of her superior intelligence. She was a fiercely loving mother and a combative wife, easily irritated, quick to anger—how she had raised their easygoing daughter, he would never know.
When he'd first met her, he'd known that he would love her for the rest of his life.
And so he had. Don bent, kissed her forehead, and turned out the light.
Title: Counting the Ways
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Transparent 18 (Intellect), electric purple 20 (Making the madness/And solitary sadness/A friendly fool/I thought of stories/They told us long ago/Of how the world was a perfume garden (The Chameleons- Perfume Garden)) with SWL's paint-by-numbers (Joy's parents are still in love.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, feathers ("She's always the smartest person in the room, and she knows it."), seed beads, novelty beads (this gif).
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: All the things Don Maserati loves about his wife.
Warnings: none.
Notes: It's all in the flaws.
It was two AM when Don finally set down his book. Acacia snored next to him, loud and curiously resonant, one hand loose against her silvering hair.
Oh, Acacia. She was arrogant and beautiful, secure in the knowledge of her superior intelligence. She was a fiercely loving mother and a combative wife, easily irritated, quick to anger—how she had raised their easygoing daughter, he would never know.
When he'd first met her, he'd known that he would love her for the rest of his life.
And so he had. Don bent, kissed her forehead, and turned out the light.