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rainbowfic2012-02-14 12:03 am
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Alice Blue 14
Author: geena
Color: Alice Blue 14. everything's got a moral, if only you can find it
Supplies and Styles: Brush (aubade), modeling clay (soul), miniature collection, yarn (this photo), graffiti
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 500
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Romance.
Summary: The interludes of five couples throughout the courses of their relationships.
Notes: This takes place in 2009, 2003, 1992, 2031, and 2018 (in order), and is my response for the Valentine's Day game found here. Each corresponding Not Always Romantic is linked before every section.
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One
It’s with one dozen roses in one hand and a comically large box of chocolates in the other that David walks through the door, beaming.
“I got you a gift,” he tells her with pride.
Wary, Angela quickly narrows her eyes. “Why? What did you do?”
“What?” There’s almost an indignant quality to his tone. “Nothing! I can’t just do something nice for--”
“Oh. You know that this won’t make up for doing something in the future, right?” Angela points out, smirking.
“Really?” David pauses. “I’ll be right back, I have to go return a few things to the store.”
Two
“This isn’t what I expected,” Damien hoists Nicoletta over the fence, dropping onto the neatly manicured lawn a moment later.
“Would you expect to break into a house on the Upper East Side for skinny dipping?”
“That’s what I mean.” He distractedly watches her strip before doing the same. “Most girls expect a fancy dinner, jewelry, that shit. You’re content with a party, some blow, breaking and entering. Saves my wallet.”
Nicoletta pauses. “Okay, tomorrow, you’re paying for dinner and at least one expensive gift. Few hundred or more.”
She dives into the pool, leaving him to gape after her.
Three
“You will be at David’s school meeting today, correct?” Martina asks one morning over breakfast. The kids stop eating, watching the exchange between their parents with interest.
“You don’t have to--”
“Silence, David,” she chides. Pointing at his plate, she snaps her fingers and orders, “Eat or you’ll be late. You know as well as I do why your father’s presence is required. If you could behave--”
“I have a meeting at six,” Augusto carefully breaks in, “with the Polish. It’s important.”
Martina simply watches him for a few long seconds. “Again, you will be at the meeting, yes?”
“...Yes.”
Four
“After this, no more babies,” Alyssa announces, moments after Vito arrives home. “Four is enough.”
Slipping off his jacket, Vito joins her on the couch, immediately lifting his hands to her shoulders to gently rub. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m huge. I haven’t seen my feet in weeks, but they’re too big to fit in my shoes anyway. The baby keeps kicking. I have to pee every half hour and I want double mint fudge ice cream but we’re out.” Alyssa pouts. “I’m sick of pregnancy.”
Sympathetically, he drops a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll get the ice cream.”
“I love you.”
Five
“Johnny!” Michael cries out, panic rising. “Johnny!”
“What?” Johnny appears in the doorway of the bathroom, glancing in with worry lining his expression. “What is it, s’wrong? Are ya okay?”
“I--” It’s too horrible to say, leaving Michael to merely shake his head instead.
“What?”
“I found a-- a grey hair!”
For a moment, Johnny just stares. “Seriously?”
“This isn’t the time to joke!”
He turns to leave, muttering over his shoulder, “Don’ worry, you’re still a hot piece of ass.”
“Yeah,” Michael grumbles, peering into the mirror. “An old, hot piece of ass.”
***
geenaColor: Alice Blue 14. everything's got a moral, if only you can find it
Supplies and Styles: Brush (aubade), modeling clay (soul), miniature collection, yarn (this photo), graffiti
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 500
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Romance.
Summary: The interludes of five couples throughout the courses of their relationships.
Notes: This takes place in 2009, 2003, 1992, 2031, and 2018 (in order), and is my response for the Valentine's Day game found here. Each corresponding Not Always Romantic is linked before every section.
***
It’s with one dozen roses in one hand and a comically large box of chocolates in the other that David walks through the door, beaming.
“I got you a gift,” he tells her with pride.
Wary, Angela quickly narrows her eyes. “Why? What did you do?”
“What?” There’s almost an indignant quality to his tone. “Nothing! I can’t just do something nice for--”
“Oh. You know that this won’t make up for doing something in the future, right?” Angela points out, smirking.
“Really?” David pauses. “I’ll be right back, I have to go return a few things to the store.”
“This isn’t what I expected,” Damien hoists Nicoletta over the fence, dropping onto the neatly manicured lawn a moment later.
“Would you expect to break into a house on the Upper East Side for skinny dipping?”
“That’s what I mean.” He distractedly watches her strip before doing the same. “Most girls expect a fancy dinner, jewelry, that shit. You’re content with a party, some blow, breaking and entering. Saves my wallet.”
Nicoletta pauses. “Okay, tomorrow, you’re paying for dinner and at least one expensive gift. Few hundred or more.”
She dives into the pool, leaving him to gape after her.
“You will be at David’s school meeting today, correct?” Martina asks one morning over breakfast. The kids stop eating, watching the exchange between their parents with interest.
“You don’t have to--”
“Silence, David,” she chides. Pointing at his plate, she snaps her fingers and orders, “Eat or you’ll be late. You know as well as I do why your father’s presence is required. If you could behave--”
“I have a meeting at six,” Augusto carefully breaks in, “with the Polish. It’s important.”
Martina simply watches him for a few long seconds. “Again, you will be at the meeting, yes?”
“...Yes.”
“After this, no more babies,” Alyssa announces, moments after Vito arrives home. “Four is enough.”
Slipping off his jacket, Vito joins her on the couch, immediately lifting his hands to her shoulders to gently rub. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m huge. I haven’t seen my feet in weeks, but they’re too big to fit in my shoes anyway. The baby keeps kicking. I have to pee every half hour and I want double mint fudge ice cream but we’re out.” Alyssa pouts. “I’m sick of pregnancy.”
Sympathetically, he drops a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll get the ice cream.”
“I love you.”
“Johnny!” Michael cries out, panic rising. “Johnny!”
“What?” Johnny appears in the doorway of the bathroom, glancing in with worry lining his expression. “What is it, s’wrong? Are ya okay?”
“I--” It’s too horrible to say, leaving Michael to merely shake his head instead.
“What?”
“I found a-- a grey hair!”
For a moment, Johnny just stares. “Seriously?”
“This isn’t the time to joke!”
He turns to leave, muttering over his shoulder, “Don’ worry, you’re still a hot piece of ass.”
“Yeah,” Michael grumbles, peering into the mirror. “An old, hot piece of ass.”
***