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rainbowfic2014-07-08 11:29 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-07-08 11:29 pm
Ibiza Blue #11, Famous #8
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Ibiza Blue #11 (Astro- Mezz Blue Bar), Famous #8 (You know I appreciate the finer things, but it's not what makes me happiest baby)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Sketch, Graffiti (Lilith Fair)
Word Count: 812
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Wendy and music. Someday soon I will finish that illustration. I am deeply irritated at the circumstances surrounding my not having been able to finish it today. It was fun writing the fic, though.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated. Also if anyone would like, memes here.
When she lived in Los Angeles, her mother went to a lot of parties. There were two kinds: "work parties" and the regular kind. Work parties meant that her mother was either socializing with people she worked with, or with people she wanted to work with, and they tended to mean she was out until dawn or later and came home drunk, loud, and sometimes not alone. Those weren't a big deal; she really seemed to enjoy them, and talked about some of them for days afterwards, and it's not like there was ever no food in the house (or money for delivery). The other kind were a lot less predictable, and there were more of them as time went on.
When she was younger, she was afraid to be in the house by herself. It was huge and quiet, and she had no idea what "the house settling" actually meant, so when she didn't have a babysitter, she made a game of it. As soon as her mother left, and before sunset if possible, she would collect dinner and snacks, tie a blanket around her neck, set out all her stuffed animals, set a chair under her door handle, stick her Lord of the Rings soundtrack in her CD player to cover the house, and pretend she was Gandalf protecting the Shire from the Ringwraiths.
The fantasies got more original, but they never really stopped.
*
When she lived in New York, she never knew where she would be from day to day. Usually she was with her mother or a babysitter in a hotel, but sometimes she was with Jaymie at his apartment, or with her mother at one of her friends' houses, or for a while they stayed at her grandparents'-on-her-mother's-side in another state. In theory, she knew her mother had an apartment at one point, but either she had no memories of it or she was mixing up parts of it with Jaymie's. She didn't know any other sort of life at that age, so she never felt too lost or lonely, but she did come up with one distinction: being with her Mom meant toys and soda and ice cream, while being with Jaymie meant singing in the car and going new places and learning things that she wasn't supposed to say where she learned them.
There were a few songs that never sounded right after he was gone, without him doing a silly falsetto over it.
*
When she lived with Grandma Anne and Grandpa Steve, she spent most of her day in her room. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with them exactly, but she already preferred reading books to going out and they were really clingy. She couldn't live with her mother and the house she'd lived in since she was six had been repossessed, and she didn't know if they'd gotten all her mother's things or when (or if) she'd be back... and then Jaymie showed up.
They told her she could have anything she wanted for her birthday that year, so she asked for a really nice pair of headphones and an iTunes gift card and drowned the world out.
*
When she lived in Portland, she was scared and excited and relieved back and forth for at least a month. Her mother was out of rehab, her mother's parents (who she knew less well than Jaymie's) were making noises about wanting her to stay with them, and she had no idea what she felt about any of it. She was still watching Jaymie like a hawk, trying to decide how to act around him and whether he was really "okay" or not. She didn't know anyone at school in Portland, but no one in Portland knew who she was, and she wasn't sure which one was better. By Christmas, she hadn't completely figured out any of those questions.
On the other hand, it was a new start in a new place, and when Jaymie took her into Grandpa's spare room, handed her a dart and pointed her at a map of the United States, at least he was more like she remembered him. (They both voted to mulligan Colorado.) Jaymie spent what sounded like the majority of his savings buying an old guest house in the middle of the city, and most of what they could figure out from the listing was that it was heavily-furnished, Pepto-Bismol pink, and given the price, possibly haunted. She made jokes about it on the drive up until Jaymie started acting weird again.
The drive up was also when she realized her headphones were sturdy enough to fall asleep in.
*
Twelve was a bad year. Eleven hadn't been great either, and thirteen loomed with strange possibilities. Uncertainty was almost starting to feel routine. By spring, she was considering asking for a keyboard for her birthday.
*
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Ibiza Blue #11 (Astro- Mezz Blue Bar), Famous #8 (You know I appreciate the finer things, but it's not what makes me happiest baby)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Sketch, Graffiti (Lilith Fair)
Word Count: 812
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Wendy and music. Someday soon I will finish that illustration. I am deeply irritated at the circumstances surrounding my not having been able to finish it today. It was fun writing the fic, though.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated. Also if anyone would like, memes here.
When she lived in Los Angeles, her mother went to a lot of parties. There were two kinds: "work parties" and the regular kind. Work parties meant that her mother was either socializing with people she worked with, or with people she wanted to work with, and they tended to mean she was out until dawn or later and came home drunk, loud, and sometimes not alone. Those weren't a big deal; she really seemed to enjoy them, and talked about some of them for days afterwards, and it's not like there was ever no food in the house (or money for delivery). The other kind were a lot less predictable, and there were more of them as time went on.
When she was younger, she was afraid to be in the house by herself. It was huge and quiet, and she had no idea what "the house settling" actually meant, so when she didn't have a babysitter, she made a game of it. As soon as her mother left, and before sunset if possible, she would collect dinner and snacks, tie a blanket around her neck, set out all her stuffed animals, set a chair under her door handle, stick her Lord of the Rings soundtrack in her CD player to cover the house, and pretend she was Gandalf protecting the Shire from the Ringwraiths.
The fantasies got more original, but they never really stopped.
*
When she lived in New York, she never knew where she would be from day to day. Usually she was with her mother or a babysitter in a hotel, but sometimes she was with Jaymie at his apartment, or with her mother at one of her friends' houses, or for a while they stayed at her grandparents'-on-her-mother's-side in another state. In theory, she knew her mother had an apartment at one point, but either she had no memories of it or she was mixing up parts of it with Jaymie's. She didn't know any other sort of life at that age, so she never felt too lost or lonely, but she did come up with one distinction: being with her Mom meant toys and soda and ice cream, while being with Jaymie meant singing in the car and going new places and learning things that she wasn't supposed to say where she learned them.
There were a few songs that never sounded right after he was gone, without him doing a silly falsetto over it.
*
When she lived with Grandma Anne and Grandpa Steve, she spent most of her day in her room. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with them exactly, but she already preferred reading books to going out and they were really clingy. She couldn't live with her mother and the house she'd lived in since she was six had been repossessed, and she didn't know if they'd gotten all her mother's things or when (or if) she'd be back... and then Jaymie showed up.
They told her she could have anything she wanted for her birthday that year, so she asked for a really nice pair of headphones and an iTunes gift card and drowned the world out.
*
When she lived in Portland, she was scared and excited and relieved back and forth for at least a month. Her mother was out of rehab, her mother's parents (who she knew less well than Jaymie's) were making noises about wanting her to stay with them, and she had no idea what she felt about any of it. She was still watching Jaymie like a hawk, trying to decide how to act around him and whether he was really "okay" or not. She didn't know anyone at school in Portland, but no one in Portland knew who she was, and she wasn't sure which one was better. By Christmas, she hadn't completely figured out any of those questions.
On the other hand, it was a new start in a new place, and when Jaymie took her into Grandpa's spare room, handed her a dart and pointed her at a map of the United States, at least he was more like she remembered him. (They both voted to mulligan Colorado.) Jaymie spent what sounded like the majority of his savings buying an old guest house in the middle of the city, and most of what they could figure out from the listing was that it was heavily-furnished, Pepto-Bismol pink, and given the price, possibly haunted. She made jokes about it on the drive up until Jaymie started acting weird again.
The drive up was also when she realized her headphones were sturdy enough to fall asleep in.
*
Twelve was a bad year. Eleven hadn't been great either, and thirteen loomed with strange possibilities. Uncertainty was almost starting to feel routine. By spring, she was considering asking for a keyboard for her birthday.
*
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