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[236] Sub Rosé (Original)
Title: Sub Rosé
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Violet Holmes/Phyllida Winiger
Rating: general
Words: 300
Notes: Mention of alcohol. Characters are in college in the early '00s. Crossposted oncreativechallenges .
The music starts with a click and a whirr. That CD player could probably use a dusting, Phyllida thinks, but then Violet's arms are around her waist, her warm and floral-scented body pressed against her back, and they are swaying to Nelly Furtado, and it is difficult to keep being mad at her.
But she is, the anger sitting like a smear of vinegar at the back of her throat. Violet's hair is soft under her fingers, dark curls of artificial perfection. It is longer now than when they met, a physical proof of the year slipping away.
She turns to kiss her briefly, but that piece of bile must come out before it chokes her. "You could have told me."
That voice always got to her, low enough match the rush of her own blood. "You're a smart girl, Phyl. What did you think would happen at the end of the semester?"
What did she think? She had it all worked out. Inviting Violet to her parents' place in the country for the summer. Shopping trips to London and Paris. Violet's impeccable taste could have come in useful, she could have helped with Phyl's mother's yearly renovation projects. They could have eased her dad into the idea that lesbians weren't invented for men.
They could've figured something out.
She isn't about to ask if Violet will call. Five hours is one hell of a time difference. And there'll always be someone closer by. Some flashy New York girl.
She forces a charming smile on her painted lips and tilts her head back. "Mmm. You'd become my love slave and live in my cellar, of course. Somewhere behind the rosé?"
Violet snorts a laugh. "Mm. We can discuss that."
Violet wins that one. But then, she wins all of them.
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Violet Holmes/Phyllida Winiger
Rating: general
Words: 300
Notes: Mention of alcohol. Characters are in college in the early '00s. Crossposted on
creativechallenges .The music starts with a click and a whirr. That CD player could probably use a dusting, Phyllida thinks, but then Violet's arms are around her waist, her warm and floral-scented body pressed against her back, and they are swaying to Nelly Furtado, and it is difficult to keep being mad at her.
But she is, the anger sitting like a smear of vinegar at the back of her throat. Violet's hair is soft under her fingers, dark curls of artificial perfection. It is longer now than when they met, a physical proof of the year slipping away.
She turns to kiss her briefly, but that piece of bile must come out before it chokes her. "You could have told me."
That voice always got to her, low enough match the rush of her own blood. "You're a smart girl, Phyl. What did you think would happen at the end of the semester?"
What did she think? She had it all worked out. Inviting Violet to her parents' place in the country for the summer. Shopping trips to London and Paris. Violet's impeccable taste could have come in useful, she could have helped with Phyl's mother's yearly renovation projects. They could have eased her dad into the idea that lesbians weren't invented for men.
They could've figured something out.
She isn't about to ask if Violet will call. Five hours is one hell of a time difference. And there'll always be someone closer by. Some flashy New York girl.
She forces a charming smile on her painted lips and tilts her head back. "Mmm. You'd become my love slave and live in my cellar, of course. Somewhere behind the rosé?"
Violet snorts a laugh. "Mm. We can discuss that."
Violet wins that one. But then, she wins all of them.