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rainbowfic2013-09-25 09:12 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-25 09:12 pm
Nile Green 12: Fortune
Author: Kat
Title: Fortune
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Nile green 12 (Oracle) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers ("Why don't fortune cookies have actual fortunes in them anymore?")
Supplies and Materials: Chalk (two girls talking), glitter (serve), novelty beads (it takes real lovers to be silly).
Word Count: 355
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy and Gina eat fortune cookies and flirt.
Warnings: none.
Notes: For a meme prompt by Shipwreck Light: "Ivy and Gina: This would go well with Chenin Blanc."
"Why don't fortune cookies come with fortunes anymore?" Ivy asked, smoothing the white piece of paper out with her forefinger.
Gina scraped up the last of the lo mein noodles and wound them around her fork. "They do come with fortunes. What do you call that?" She nodded at the paper.
In answer, Ivy read aloud, "Your home is the center of great love. That's not a fortune, it's a statement of fact." She rolled her eyes.
"Fair enough," Gina said, and ate her noodles.
"What, you're not even going to fight me on this?" Ivy tilted her head.
Gina swallowed, and smiled at her. "I try not to fight with you when you're right. We should have some wine with dessert, shouldn't we?"
Ivy blinked. "Sure, I guess, but... man, I just miss the fortunes. The really wacky ones, you know?"
"I don't know, actually." Gina got up and went to the covers, sorting through the bottles with a faint frown. Neither one of them drank much, and certain friends of theirs had few gift ideas beyond alcohol, so they accumulated wine at an alarming rate. In fact, Gina wasn't completely sure the cupboard didn't just spontaneously generate them.
"Oh, you know," Ivy said, again, despite clear verbal evidence that she didn't. "Prosperity will knock on your door soon. You're going to take a long journey." She grinned. "My college roommate once got one that said 'You will die alone and poorly dressed.'"
Gina laughed, and picked a bottle at random. Chappellet Chenin Blanc. White wine, which was the extent of her knowledge, but they'd had chicken lo mein and shrimp with broccoli, so it would go well enough. She uncorked the bottle and reached for wine glasses. "And will she?"
"Prudence?" Ivy shook her head. "Nah, she's a snappy dresser. She'll be fine."
"Mmhmm." She poured, then corked the bottle, stuck it in the fridge, and carried the glasses back to the table. "So, what's your ideal fortune then?"
"For us?" Ivy considered for a moment, toying with her glass, then grinned. "Your evening promises great things."
Gina laughed. "I'll drink to that."
Title: Fortune
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Nile green 12 (Oracle) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers ("Why don't fortune cookies have actual fortunes in them anymore?")
Supplies and Materials: Chalk (two girls talking), glitter (serve), novelty beads (it takes real lovers to be silly).
Word Count: 355
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy and Gina eat fortune cookies and flirt.
Warnings: none.
Notes: For a meme prompt by Shipwreck Light: "Ivy and Gina: This would go well with Chenin Blanc."
"Why don't fortune cookies come with fortunes anymore?" Ivy asked, smoothing the white piece of paper out with her forefinger.
Gina scraped up the last of the lo mein noodles and wound them around her fork. "They do come with fortunes. What do you call that?" She nodded at the paper.
In answer, Ivy read aloud, "Your home is the center of great love. That's not a fortune, it's a statement of fact." She rolled her eyes.
"Fair enough," Gina said, and ate her noodles.
"What, you're not even going to fight me on this?" Ivy tilted her head.
Gina swallowed, and smiled at her. "I try not to fight with you when you're right. We should have some wine with dessert, shouldn't we?"
Ivy blinked. "Sure, I guess, but... man, I just miss the fortunes. The really wacky ones, you know?"
"I don't know, actually." Gina got up and went to the covers, sorting through the bottles with a faint frown. Neither one of them drank much, and certain friends of theirs had few gift ideas beyond alcohol, so they accumulated wine at an alarming rate. In fact, Gina wasn't completely sure the cupboard didn't just spontaneously generate them.
"Oh, you know," Ivy said, again, despite clear verbal evidence that she didn't. "Prosperity will knock on your door soon. You're going to take a long journey." She grinned. "My college roommate once got one that said 'You will die alone and poorly dressed.'"
Gina laughed, and picked a bottle at random. Chappellet Chenin Blanc. White wine, which was the extent of her knowledge, but they'd had chicken lo mein and shrimp with broccoli, so it would go well enough. She uncorked the bottle and reached for wine glasses. "And will she?"
"Prudence?" Ivy shook her head. "Nah, she's a snappy dresser. She'll be fine."
"Mmhmm." She poured, then corked the bottle, stuck it in the fridge, and carried the glasses back to the table. "So, what's your ideal fortune then?"
"For us?" Ivy considered for a moment, toying with her glass, then grinned. "Your evening promises great things."
Gina laughed. "I'll drink to that."
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This is sweet. :)
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"Nah, she's a snappy dresser. She'll be fine."
Gave me the loves, also!
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Thank you!
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"I try not to fight with you when you're right" *grins*
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Thanks!