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rainbowfic2014-08-01 11:30 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-08-01 11:30 pm
Entry tags:
Famous #30
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Famous #30 (I'm all alone when I blow out my lamp - that's why the lady is a tramp)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Graffiti (Lilith Fair 2)
Word Count: 562
Rating: PGish
Warnings: None
Summary: Two character development shorts: how Celeste met her wife, and how Diana knows Elizabeth. (Possible alternate title: How I realized 90% of my urban fantasy is a giant metaphor for being gay and/or trans. Not sure how I feel about this.)
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Before Katrina- and those two words could tell a story by themselves- they met the same way everyone else did, at bars and restaurants, bowling alleys and therapy meetings. For Celeste, it was a lot like dating during college: in the daytime world, there were hints and code words, and places people knew, and then in a misty backroom or someone's hosted party they all let loose with bawdy jokes and radical politics.
In Los Angeles, when she first moved, there was a community inside a community. That was where she met Mouse.
Mouse wasn't one of the lucky ones. When she came back, she didn't even remember her name, and when they figured out where she came from, she had no one waiting for her. She wasn't a mouse, exactly, but she was small and nervous, with large eyes and soft, gray fur along her arms and legs; and she had a way about her that made people want to protect her. Someone had already taken her in when Celeste found her, in one of those little coffeeshops that was a place people knew. At that point Celeste knew nothing about what you did if you met someone who didn't know what they were, or how to find someone's family. She knew nothing about the history of their people, or the politics, or the old, subtle connections that kept them going. Finding a job and keeping her apartment was hard enough, without all the Good Church People she'd left behind.
Maybe if she'd learned, it wouldn't have taken them so long. For Mouse, their people were all she had.
Maybe if she had realized an aura when she saw it, hadn't tried to be the big sister at first.
Or maybe that was just the way Mouse liked doing things. She ran hot and cold...
*
"There, there." He didn't sound very convincing, but Diana didn't care. "It happens to everyone."
"Bullshit." With her nose all snotty and her face buried in Caleb's chest, it sounded more like "pooshiz". "Other people go to college and have these- dese-"
"Here." He leaned over to grab a box of tissues off his end table. She grabbed them, blowing her nose and hating herself.
"These, amazing lesbian affairs, with hot girls and threesomes and romantic kisses in the rain. This is my "indie rock" period, goddamnit, the "hey, I accidentally fell in love with a straight girl" period is supposed to be in fucking high school."
She tried to stand up, but somehow found herself back on the couch, crying grossly and probably ruining Caleb's shirt. "You didn't go to high school. And I think those are movies, not real life."
"Fuck your logic."
His chuckling dislodged her head slightly, then he patted her hair. "I'm sorry she was giving you mixed signals. And I'm sorry you've built up this whole ideal in your head of the perfect college relationship, and I'm sorry she's straight. You're a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a relationship, and if you want, I can blow off my evening class and we can go get some froyo. Would that make you feel better?"
Diana sighed growlishly. "I don't think froyo will fix this."
"Oh." His voice got even deeper when he was sad.
"I'm gonna be alone forever."
They sat on the couch together like that for a while.
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Famous #30 (I'm all alone when I blow out my lamp - that's why the lady is a tramp)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Graffiti (Lilith Fair 2)
Word Count: 562
Rating: PGish
Warnings: None
Summary: Two character development shorts: how Celeste met her wife, and how Diana knows Elizabeth. (Possible alternate title: How I realized 90% of my urban fantasy is a giant metaphor for being gay and/or trans. Not sure how I feel about this.)
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Before Katrina- and those two words could tell a story by themselves- they met the same way everyone else did, at bars and restaurants, bowling alleys and therapy meetings. For Celeste, it was a lot like dating during college: in the daytime world, there were hints and code words, and places people knew, and then in a misty backroom or someone's hosted party they all let loose with bawdy jokes and radical politics.
In Los Angeles, when she first moved, there was a community inside a community. That was where she met Mouse.
Mouse wasn't one of the lucky ones. When she came back, she didn't even remember her name, and when they figured out where she came from, she had no one waiting for her. She wasn't a mouse, exactly, but she was small and nervous, with large eyes and soft, gray fur along her arms and legs; and she had a way about her that made people want to protect her. Someone had already taken her in when Celeste found her, in one of those little coffeeshops that was a place people knew. At that point Celeste knew nothing about what you did if you met someone who didn't know what they were, or how to find someone's family. She knew nothing about the history of their people, or the politics, or the old, subtle connections that kept them going. Finding a job and keeping her apartment was hard enough, without all the Good Church People she'd left behind.
Maybe if she'd learned, it wouldn't have taken them so long. For Mouse, their people were all she had.
Maybe if she had realized an aura when she saw it, hadn't tried to be the big sister at first.
Or maybe that was just the way Mouse liked doing things. She ran hot and cold...
*
"There, there." He didn't sound very convincing, but Diana didn't care. "It happens to everyone."
"Bullshit." With her nose all snotty and her face buried in Caleb's chest, it sounded more like "pooshiz". "Other people go to college and have these- dese-"
"Here." He leaned over to grab a box of tissues off his end table. She grabbed them, blowing her nose and hating herself.
"These, amazing lesbian affairs, with hot girls and threesomes and romantic kisses in the rain. This is my "indie rock" period, goddamnit, the "hey, I accidentally fell in love with a straight girl" period is supposed to be in fucking high school."
She tried to stand up, but somehow found herself back on the couch, crying grossly and probably ruining Caleb's shirt. "You didn't go to high school. And I think those are movies, not real life."
"Fuck your logic."
His chuckling dislodged her head slightly, then he patted her hair. "I'm sorry she was giving you mixed signals. And I'm sorry you've built up this whole ideal in your head of the perfect college relationship, and I'm sorry she's straight. You're a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a relationship, and if you want, I can blow off my evening class and we can go get some froyo. Would that make you feel better?"
Diana sighed growlishly. "I don't think froyo will fix this."
"Oh." His voice got even deeper when he was sad.
"I'm gonna be alone forever."
They sat on the couch together like that for a while.
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