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rainbowfic2014-08-14 06:53 pm
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Azul 27: Myths
Author: Kat
Title: Myths
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Azul 27 (Mythic lovers) with shipwreck_light's paint-by-numbers (Gina & Ivy: what myth are they?)
Supplies and Materials: Brush (aperçu), pastels (LGBT)
Word Count: 755
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy and Gina and myths.
Warnings: none.
Notes: There's gonna be an uptick in posting from me for a bit. I just finished like three different stories. For shipwreck_light's other prompt: "Ivy & Gina + hot chocolate."
"I've been thinking," Gina said, one crisp fall evening while she sat at their open window, "what kind of myth we are."
Ivy, who stood at the stove making hot chocolate, looked up from stirring the milk in the saucepan. "What kind of what now?"
"Myth," Gina said, enunciating more clearly. "You know, like a story."
"Like creation stories?" Ivy wrinkled her nose, though whether at the thought or at the smell of hot milk, Gina wasn't sure. "I don't know. There weren't a whole lot of lesbians in the ones I studied."
"There aren't many." Gina leaned back against the windowsill, thinking back to college classes and long discussions. "Mostly you have to read into them."
"Representation is important," Ivy sing-songed from the stove, pouring milk into the cups.
Gina laughed. "Yes, and there's lots of queer people, but they seem to all be men. I think there was one girl in a Greek myth once but that's more about being trans than being lesbian. I think."
The clink of a spoon against china sounded in the kitchen. "Yeah, well, the Greeks weren't big fans of women. I don't think anybody was back then."
Or, arguably, was now, but that wasn't the subject under discussion. "Fair enough. But if you don't insist on lesbians."
Ivy snorted. "I always insist on lesbians, darling."
Gina couldn't bring herself to argue with that one, and said instead, "Look at it this way. Only heterosexuals are mythical."
It clearly took Ivy a minute to process that, while whipped cream hissed out of the can, but after that pause she nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Mythical heterosexuals. So... wait, what was the original question?"
"What kind of myth we are," Gina said. "A love story, obviously."
"Yeah, obviously." Ivy dropped the spoon in the sink with a clatter and picked up both mugs of hot chocolate. "None of that creation myth bullshit."
Gina raised her eyebrows. "I'm not sure what your beef is with creation myths, but okay. What else can be eliminated?"
"The Greek myths are out en masse," Ivy said, settling down across from her. She handed Gina her mug and leaned back, cradling her own against her breastbone. "They all involve Zeus's penis."
"Oh, I don't know," Gina said, ignoring the remark about penises as too essentially correct to be commented on or argued with. "I was thinking about Hades and Persephone."
Ivy blinked at her for a minute, then said, "Okay, I get the you as Persephone thing, goddess of spring and rebirth and all that but in what possible sense do I resemble the god of the dead?"
"Well, you seem constantly determined to try and get dead," Gina said dryly, and dodged, laughing, when Ivy poked at her with her foot. Somewhat miraculously, the hot chocolate didn't spill. "Seriously, though. Hades... in the original myth he was this sweetly concerned guy who wanted to help. There's some theories that the abduction was anything but."
"A sort of escape," Ivy offered, flexing her hand on her mug.
"Yes, exactly. Persephone's mother was smothering her, trying to keep her a little girl forever. Hades helped her to grow up." Gina fell silent for a moment, the scent of hot chocolate and melting whipped cream drifting by her face. "You helped me to grow up. To... accept myself, I guess. I wasn't really ashamed of being a lesbian before I met you, but I don't know that I was exactly comfortable with it either. I am now. I'm comfortable with you."
Ivy looked away suddenly, out the window, but Gina had seen it-- her eyes were tearing up. "Yeah," Ivy said, then cleared her throat. "Yeah. I... thank you, that's good to hear."
Gina smiled at her, and for a moment they were quiet together.
Ivy broke the silence suddenly. "I... it's not mythically appropriate, and that is not a phrase I ever imagined myself saying, but you make me... calmer. Less reckless. I don't do stupid things nearly as much anymore. Because you asked."
"Oh, love." Gina knew that--she did notice some things, and that one was hard to miss--but she was touched all the same.
Ivy set her mug down on the end table at the side of the couch, and leaned forward.
Gina waited until her girlfriend was just close enough to feel her breath puffing across her lips, then said, "Strictly speaking, though, that is mythologically appropriate. Hades--"
"Gina?" Ivy asked.
"Yes?"
"Shut up about the myths," and Ivy kissed her.
Title: Myths
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Azul 27 (Mythic lovers) with shipwreck_light's paint-by-numbers (Gina & Ivy: what myth are they?)
Supplies and Materials: Brush (aperçu), pastels (LGBT)
Word Count: 755
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy and Gina and myths.
Warnings: none.
Notes: There's gonna be an uptick in posting from me for a bit. I just finished like three different stories. For shipwreck_light's other prompt: "Ivy & Gina + hot chocolate."
"I've been thinking," Gina said, one crisp fall evening while she sat at their open window, "what kind of myth we are."
Ivy, who stood at the stove making hot chocolate, looked up from stirring the milk in the saucepan. "What kind of what now?"
"Myth," Gina said, enunciating more clearly. "You know, like a story."
"Like creation stories?" Ivy wrinkled her nose, though whether at the thought or at the smell of hot milk, Gina wasn't sure. "I don't know. There weren't a whole lot of lesbians in the ones I studied."
"There aren't many." Gina leaned back against the windowsill, thinking back to college classes and long discussions. "Mostly you have to read into them."
"Representation is important," Ivy sing-songed from the stove, pouring milk into the cups.
Gina laughed. "Yes, and there's lots of queer people, but they seem to all be men. I think there was one girl in a Greek myth once but that's more about being trans than being lesbian. I think."
The clink of a spoon against china sounded in the kitchen. "Yeah, well, the Greeks weren't big fans of women. I don't think anybody was back then."
Or, arguably, was now, but that wasn't the subject under discussion. "Fair enough. But if you don't insist on lesbians."
Ivy snorted. "I always insist on lesbians, darling."
Gina couldn't bring herself to argue with that one, and said instead, "Look at it this way. Only heterosexuals are mythical."
It clearly took Ivy a minute to process that, while whipped cream hissed out of the can, but after that pause she nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Mythical heterosexuals. So... wait, what was the original question?"
"What kind of myth we are," Gina said. "A love story, obviously."
"Yeah, obviously." Ivy dropped the spoon in the sink with a clatter and picked up both mugs of hot chocolate. "None of that creation myth bullshit."
Gina raised her eyebrows. "I'm not sure what your beef is with creation myths, but okay. What else can be eliminated?"
"The Greek myths are out en masse," Ivy said, settling down across from her. She handed Gina her mug and leaned back, cradling her own against her breastbone. "They all involve Zeus's penis."
"Oh, I don't know," Gina said, ignoring the remark about penises as too essentially correct to be commented on or argued with. "I was thinking about Hades and Persephone."
Ivy blinked at her for a minute, then said, "Okay, I get the you as Persephone thing, goddess of spring and rebirth and all that but in what possible sense do I resemble the god of the dead?"
"Well, you seem constantly determined to try and get dead," Gina said dryly, and dodged, laughing, when Ivy poked at her with her foot. Somewhat miraculously, the hot chocolate didn't spill. "Seriously, though. Hades... in the original myth he was this sweetly concerned guy who wanted to help. There's some theories that the abduction was anything but."
"A sort of escape," Ivy offered, flexing her hand on her mug.
"Yes, exactly. Persephone's mother was smothering her, trying to keep her a little girl forever. Hades helped her to grow up." Gina fell silent for a moment, the scent of hot chocolate and melting whipped cream drifting by her face. "You helped me to grow up. To... accept myself, I guess. I wasn't really ashamed of being a lesbian before I met you, but I don't know that I was exactly comfortable with it either. I am now. I'm comfortable with you."
Ivy looked away suddenly, out the window, but Gina had seen it-- her eyes were tearing up. "Yeah," Ivy said, then cleared her throat. "Yeah. I... thank you, that's good to hear."
Gina smiled at her, and for a moment they were quiet together.
Ivy broke the silence suddenly. "I... it's not mythically appropriate, and that is not a phrase I ever imagined myself saying, but you make me... calmer. Less reckless. I don't do stupid things nearly as much anymore. Because you asked."
"Oh, love." Gina knew that--she did notice some things, and that one was hard to miss--but she was touched all the same.
Ivy set her mug down on the end table at the side of the couch, and leaned forward.
Gina waited until her girlfriend was just close enough to feel her breath puffing across her lips, then said, "Strictly speaking, though, that is mythologically appropriate. Hades--"
"Gina?" Ivy asked.
"Yes?"
"Shut up about the myths," and Ivy kissed her.
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"I'm not sure what your beef is with creation myths, but okay. What else can be eliminated?"
In particular made me LOL.
Well, so did, umm, everything Ivy said.
And you know.
"They all involve Zeus's penis."
IS SO RIGHT.
That, or kings being stupid /because/ of Zeus's penis.
I liked this a hell of a lot. Thank you.
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Anyway. THANK YOU. What is it with Greek myths and Zeus's penis?