Butter Pecan 15, Peppermint 5: Colors
Title: Colors
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Butter pecan 15 (silent), peppermint 5 (nail), My Treat (Gina and her nailpolish), malt (miimeichan's truth from last time: The most embarrassing and humiliating thing Gina has ever done?), whipped cream (Gina is about fourteen in the one with Florence), pocky chain, fresh pineapple (I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow.
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG-13 for that first one.
Summary: Gina lives her life in colors.
Notes: Last peppermint!
1. red
She's going out tonight.
Gina smiles, thinking about it, as her fingers hover over the bottles of nail polish lined up on her dressing table. She's going out tonight, to meet Vanessa, and she dresses carefully, already knowing how the night will end.
hard and rough or soft and sweet against a wall or on silk sheets thighs and hands and lips and tongues and moaning and whimpering and begging and yes yes yes...
Maybe, if she's lucky, there will be bruises.
She hovers over her choice for a moment longer, enjoying the tension, before picking up the red.
2. orange
Gina studies her hand critically, trying to ignore Florence, who is almost falling off the bed, she's laughing so hard. "I don't know, Florry," she says. "It does look a little garish."
"A little?" Florry asks, gasping, and is off again. "Oh, Gina, no, no, no. Take it off."
"I don't know," Gina repeats. Maybe the orange is a bit much...
"Gina," Florry says, sitting up, sobering. "Seriously. It's against dress code."
It is. But it's Saturday. And Gina has never liked being told to fit in.
"No," she says, and drops her hand. "I think I'll keep it."
3. yellow
Gina is painting her nails when her mother calls, painting them a bright yellow because she is happy today. She and Ivy stayed in last night, watched old favorite movies and fell asleep entwined on the couch. She feels bright and sunny; warm and beloved.
But then she picks up the phone, still shaking her nails to dry them, and hears her mother's cheerful voice, and her heart sinks, because she knows the question will come.
"Are you seeing anyone yet, dear?"
"No," she says, watches Ivy's face fall, and remembers that yellow is also the color of cowardice.
4. green
She wants Ivy.
She has come to this conclusion after quite a lot of thinking-- well, not very much thinking, really, but definitely some meditation. And she knows that she wants Ivy. She wants her pale skin, wants her beautiful hands and that soft lush mouth, wants her red hair falling down around them both.
She wants Ivy's smile when she's feeling down, and Ivy's arms around her when she cries. She wants Ivy's laughter, and her easy confidence, her certainty that it will all work out. She wants... she wants Ivy.
Gina paints her nails green, and wants.
5. blue
It's raining outside; not a hard pounding rain, and not a dismal dripping, but a slow and steady pattering, the kind of rain she loved to fall asleep to as a child. She has to be awake now, but not for much longer; she's only waiting until Ivy gets home.
It's been a good day. Slow and easy. Nothing much to do at work, no trouble on the subway. She walked home, made dinner for one, and sits now in the half-twilight, quietly.
Her nails are blue, color of tranquility. She leans her head on her hand and dreams.
6. indigo
She paints her nails today like a warrior would put on armor before battle, a rich deep indigo that makes her feel regal, like a queen. It matches her suit, dark and sober with just the slightest hint of color. Her heels are severe, low and black, serving only to make her a little taller; her hose is beige, her makeup almost nonexistent.
There is a certain power in looking pretty and approachable. There is even more in looking beautiful and remote.
When she strides into work, people take one look at her and get out of her way.
7. violet
She has always associated purple with the church: she saw it at Lent, draping the crucifixes, and at Advent, for the sovereignty of Jesus Christ. Father Arnott explained to her that it meant penitence, mourning and fasting, and added with a wink that to him it meant rebirth and hope as well, for did it not presage Easter and the Resurrection?
It is strange how thoroughly Father Arnott's teachings have stayed with her, even after she's left the church in all but name.
She paints her nails purple for her marriage, for her children, for her family. Sacred things.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Butter pecan 15 (silent), peppermint 5 (nail), My Treat (Gina and her nailpolish), malt (miimeichan's truth from last time: The most embarrassing and humiliating thing Gina has ever done?), whipped cream (Gina is about fourteen in the one with Florence), pocky chain, fresh pineapple (I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow.
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG-13 for that first one.
Summary: Gina lives her life in colors.
Notes: Last peppermint!
1. red
She's going out tonight.
Gina smiles, thinking about it, as her fingers hover over the bottles of nail polish lined up on her dressing table. She's going out tonight, to meet Vanessa, and she dresses carefully, already knowing how the night will end.
hard and rough or soft and sweet against a wall or on silk sheets thighs and hands and lips and tongues and moaning and whimpering and begging and yes yes yes...
Maybe, if she's lucky, there will be bruises.
She hovers over her choice for a moment longer, enjoying the tension, before picking up the red.
2. orange
Gina studies her hand critically, trying to ignore Florence, who is almost falling off the bed, she's laughing so hard. "I don't know, Florry," she says. "It does look a little garish."
"A little?" Florry asks, gasping, and is off again. "Oh, Gina, no, no, no. Take it off."
"I don't know," Gina repeats. Maybe the orange is a bit much...
"Gina," Florry says, sitting up, sobering. "Seriously. It's against dress code."
It is. But it's Saturday. And Gina has never liked being told to fit in.
"No," she says, and drops her hand. "I think I'll keep it."
3. yellow
Gina is painting her nails when her mother calls, painting them a bright yellow because she is happy today. She and Ivy stayed in last night, watched old favorite movies and fell asleep entwined on the couch. She feels bright and sunny; warm and beloved.
But then she picks up the phone, still shaking her nails to dry them, and hears her mother's cheerful voice, and her heart sinks, because she knows the question will come.
"Are you seeing anyone yet, dear?"
"No," she says, watches Ivy's face fall, and remembers that yellow is also the color of cowardice.
4. green
She wants Ivy.
She has come to this conclusion after quite a lot of thinking-- well, not very much thinking, really, but definitely some meditation. And she knows that she wants Ivy. She wants her pale skin, wants her beautiful hands and that soft lush mouth, wants her red hair falling down around them both.
She wants Ivy's smile when she's feeling down, and Ivy's arms around her when she cries. She wants Ivy's laughter, and her easy confidence, her certainty that it will all work out. She wants... she wants Ivy.
Gina paints her nails green, and wants.
5. blue
It's raining outside; not a hard pounding rain, and not a dismal dripping, but a slow and steady pattering, the kind of rain she loved to fall asleep to as a child. She has to be awake now, but not for much longer; she's only waiting until Ivy gets home.
It's been a good day. Slow and easy. Nothing much to do at work, no trouble on the subway. She walked home, made dinner for one, and sits now in the half-twilight, quietly.
Her nails are blue, color of tranquility. She leans her head on her hand and dreams.
6. indigo
She paints her nails today like a warrior would put on armor before battle, a rich deep indigo that makes her feel regal, like a queen. It matches her suit, dark and sober with just the slightest hint of color. Her heels are severe, low and black, serving only to make her a little taller; her hose is beige, her makeup almost nonexistent.
There is a certain power in looking pretty and approachable. There is even more in looking beautiful and remote.
When she strides into work, people take one look at her and get out of her way.
7. violet
She has always associated purple with the church: she saw it at Lent, draping the crucifixes, and at Advent, for the sovereignty of Jesus Christ. Father Arnott explained to her that it meant penitence, mourning and fasting, and added with a wink that to him it meant rebirth and hope as well, for did it not presage Easter and the Resurrection?
It is strange how thoroughly Father Arnott's teachings have stayed with her, even after she's left the church in all but name.
She paints her nails purple for her marriage, for her children, for her family. Sacred things.