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rainbowfic2013-06-25 12:55 am
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-25 12:55 am
Old Lace 1: Theft
Author: Kat
Title: Theft
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Old lace 1 (I felt that his mind might run in strange, unrecognized channels.) with Sara's paint by numbers ("Don't call me crazy.")
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, canvas (just prior to Christopher and Isobel's wedding), stain (The petty economies of the rich are just as amazing as the silly extravagances of the poor. - William Feather), glue (Break through your own reticence, because nothing will change if you wait for anyone else to speak for you.), novelty beads (this gif).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Christopher cannot believe his mother sometimes.
Warnings: racism.
Notes: I have written two sentences of my term paper. Again, PRIORITIES.
"Mom," Christopher began, then stopped dead when he stepped into the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Don't you speak like that to me, young man," Nancy Hennessy snapped, and returned to counting spoons. "I'm making sure all the silver is still here. Those people steal, you know."
"Mother," he snapped back, cheeks flushing hot with humilation. "That is my fiancee's family you're talking about."
"And they steal," she retorted. "Do you know how much this set costs?"
Thank God the Ruadas were gone. "You're crazy," he said, and strode away on her outraged scream.
God grant him patience.
Title: Theft
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Old lace 1 (I felt that his mind might run in strange, unrecognized channels.) with Sara's paint by numbers ("Don't call me crazy.")
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, canvas (just prior to Christopher and Isobel's wedding), stain (The petty economies of the rich are just as amazing as the silly extravagances of the poor. - William Feather), glue (Break through your own reticence, because nothing will change if you wait for anyone else to speak for you.), novelty beads (this gif).
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Christopher cannot believe his mother sometimes.
Warnings: racism.
Notes: I have written two sentences of my term paper. Again, PRIORITIES.
"Mom," Christopher began, then stopped dead when he stepped into the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Don't you speak like that to me, young man," Nancy Hennessy snapped, and returned to counting spoons. "I'm making sure all the silver is still here. Those people steal, you know."
"Mother," he snapped back, cheeks flushing hot with humilation. "That is my fiancee's family you're talking about."
"And they steal," she retorted. "Do you know how much this set costs?"
Thank God the Ruadas were gone. "You're crazy," he said, and strode away on her outraged scream.
God grant him patience.
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*and the author who bright Cristopher here*
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