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Title: Masks
Author: Velvet
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 - hey, I made it. Hi folks, first post, first ever drabble.
(A/N: Sorry if I missed the deadline, I didn't know which timezone midnight applied to so I took PDT. Also, I have to admit that this was inspired by theholyinnocent's The Marquise. Now I can't stop picturing One Hogan Place as 18th century France.)
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She sat in front of the mirror, listening to the night dying outside. One slim hand reached out to pluck a tissue from its box, smoothing it across her brow. Smears of brown tainted the whiteness, leaving paler skin in its wake.
Her movements were mechanical as she continued to wipe away her mask. An accoutrement of the professional charade that dictated her life and forced her to deny so much about herself. Including her love for her young protégé.
She put down the tissue and stared at her reflection. Her features began to swim together, and she finally blinked.
"I'm too old for this shit."
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Edited because theholyinnocent rules.
Author: Velvet
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 - hey, I made it. Hi folks, first post, first ever drabble.
(A/N: Sorry if I missed the deadline, I didn't know which timezone midnight applied to so I took PDT. Also, I have to admit that this was inspired by theholyinnocent's The Marquise. Now I can't stop picturing One Hogan Place as 18th century France.)
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She sat in front of the mirror, listening to the night dying outside. One slim hand reached out to pluck a tissue from its box, smoothing it across her brow. Smears of brown tainted the whiteness, leaving paler skin in its wake.
Her movements were mechanical as she continued to wipe away her mask. An accoutrement of the professional charade that dictated her life and forced her to deny so much about herself. Including her love for her young protégé.
She put down the tissue and stared at her reflection. Her features began to swim together, and she finally blinked.
"I'm too old for this shit."
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Edited because theholyinnocent rules.