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rainbowfic2014-08-18 09:03 pm
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Ibiza Blue 15: Frustration
Author: Kat
Title: Frustration
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ibiza blue 15 (Kalliope - Lunar Landings. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWo2Phs6boc)
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (Use "unqualified" people)
Word Count: 132
Rating: PG
Summary: Miranda gets frustrated.
Warnings: none
Notes: For Sara's prompt, "loading the dishwasher."
"It doesn't fit," Miranda said, frustrated nearly to tears.
Peter leaned over her shoulder, linking his hands against her stomach and pulling her in for a quick hug. "What doesn't?"
She indicated the glass bowl she held, trying not to cry. She didn't cry. She was Miranda Hennessy, goddamnit, she did not cry, certainly not over something this stupid. "I can't fit it in, I'm sorry."
"Well, that's all right." He kissed her cheek, then took the bowl away from her. "It can wait for the next load."
"I suppose, I just..." She waved helplessly at the dishwasher. She'd wanted to show him that she wasn't... that she could...
His eyes softened, and he set the bowl on the counter, then took her hand. "Come on. Let's have a glass of wine."
Title: Frustration
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ibiza blue 15 (Kalliope - Lunar Landings. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWo2Phs6boc)
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (Use "unqualified" people)
Word Count: 132
Rating: PG
Summary: Miranda gets frustrated.
Warnings: none
Notes: For Sara's prompt, "loading the dishwasher."
"It doesn't fit," Miranda said, frustrated nearly to tears.
Peter leaned over her shoulder, linking his hands against her stomach and pulling her in for a quick hug. "What doesn't?"
She indicated the glass bowl she held, trying not to cry. She didn't cry. She was Miranda Hennessy, goddamnit, she did not cry, certainly not over something this stupid. "I can't fit it in, I'm sorry."
"Well, that's all right." He kissed her cheek, then took the bowl away from her. "It can wait for the next load."
"I suppose, I just..." She waved helplessly at the dishwasher. She'd wanted to show him that she wasn't... that she could...
His eyes softened, and he set the bowl on the counter, then took her hand. "Come on. Let's have a glass of wine."