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tallulahgs[Title] Rain and Snow
[Fandom] Saiyuki (manga)
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Set soon after Goku gets over his fear of snow.
Some time afterwards - before the snow had melted - Goku sat on the steps of the temple and stared at the glittering white trimming each curved roof edge.
"Seems dumb," he mumbled, at last, drumming his heels against the bottom step, which was thick with snow. "I mean... bein' scared of somethin' like this."
Hakkai was leaning against the rail, snowflakes bright white against his dark hair. "Oh?"
"Just... none of you lot are scared of anythin'." Goku picked up a handful of snow, started shaping it into a snowball. "Heck, I'm not scared of anythin', not usually. 'Cept running out of food."
"But you're not scared any more, are you?" Hakkai said. "Look at you. You don't seem bothered by being out here at all."
"No. S'just... embarrassin', that's all."
"I wouldn't worry," Hakkai said. "Most people are scared of something." He chuckled. "Except perhaps Sanzo, but I may only be saying that because he'd threaten to shoot me otherwise."
"Oh?" Goku leant back into the lantern light, his skin turning golden. "What're you scared of, then?"
"Well... I've never been particularly fond of the rain." Hakkai's face hardly changed at all, but if you were looking closely, and you knew him, you'd realise he might just be smiling because he'd rather not show any other emotions. "For a while, I tried to avoid it. Much like you with snow."
"Really?" Goku frowned. "But... you seem fine with it."
"It's more difficult to avoid rain," Hakkai said, absently putting out a hand to catch a snowflake. "I was forced to learn to tolerate it. But I still don't enjoy it."
Goku reflected for a few seconds, then realised that his snowball was melting, and dropped it, pulling a face. "Does Gojyo know?"
"Not in so many words."
"I guess you never seem to get, like, mad or freaked out about anything. You're really lucky, Hakkai, you can just hide it."
Hakkai laughed, softly. "Perhaps we both are."
[Title] Where the Heart Is
[Fandom] Bugsy Malone
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Tallulah gets a phone call from her mother (who is never mentioned in canon, but who presumably does exist somewhere).
"Hey, Tallulah!" Bangles hollered, loud enough so that every other girl in the dressing room looked up. "Phone call for you!"
Tallulah put down her powder puff and glanced round, already suspecting. "Oh? Who's wanting to know?"
"It's your mother," Bangles said, folding her arms and grinning.
"Tell her I'm on stage."
"Oops!" Bangles giggled. "I already said you were just over there. Gee, I'm really sorry -"
"Oh, save it." Tallulah slid her feet into her high heels and stood up, rolling her eyes and trying not to give Bangles a dirty look. This was general mean-spirited revenge for everyone twitting the girl about her new dress earlier, wasn't it? No need to let her know it had been successful.
Hurrying into the little alcove where the phone was, she picked up the earpiece. "Hello?"
"Too busy to speak to family?"
"I was in the middle of something."
"I'm sure," her mother said, her tone implying that whatever Tallulah was busy with was bound to involve too much make-up, unsuitable friends and/or copious quantities of sarsparilla. "You haven't called for months."
"Yeah, there's been a lot of somethings lately."
"How much stuff can there be? All you do is hop on and off a stage once a night and then spend the rest of the time painting your nails and going to parties -"
Tallulah breathed in and then out, tasting the smell of dusty plastic and musty walls. "Geez, I should've just pretended I was in convent school."
"Don't you act smart with me! You've got no concern for your reputation, have you? Singing in a jazz club and changing your name, no one else has a daughter who wants to be called something with three ls and an h in it -"
"Look," Tallulah said, conscious of every girl in the place pausing in her making-up to earwig, "Didja just call to give me the same old spiel, or is there a point to this?"
"I think you should come home," her mother said flatly.
"Sounds like the same old spiel to me."
"Don't you talk back like that! I've been listening to the news reports! They say there's gang wars and your friend Sam is all mixed up in it -"
"Well -"
"They were talking about new guns a few nights ago," her mother carried on. "They said armed killers broke into your dance hall and nearly murdered everyone there -"
"Oh, come on. They were trying to scare people, not ice 'em!"
"I think you should get out of there while you still can."
"And I think you're worrying about nothing," Tallulah said, more sharply than she'd meant to. "The fighting's got nothing to do with me."
There was crackly silence for a moment.
"You know that's not true," her mother said at last, so quietly Tallulah wondered if the line was going bad. "Sooner or later it'll have to be to do with you. Come home?"
Tallulah swallowed. One thing she knew she wasn't - despite Sam slinging dumb dora at her every time something went wrong for him - was stupid. She wasn't stupid and she knew perfectly well that this wasn't gonna die down. And sure, maybe it'd all get resolved nice and neat somewhere outside, away from her, but her gut was telling her that it was all gonna come back to the speakeasy in the end. Plans are made here, games are played here, I could write me a book...
The way things were going, she could end up as just another rumour. Didja hear about that singer at Sam Staccato's who got caught in the crossfire -
But, but she wasn't a coward either. Sam respected that about her, it was how they managed to rub along without scratching each other's eyes out. Ever since she'd shown up on his office doorstep on a hot day in a crumpled red dress and hat and refused to leave until he'd seen her sing.
Plus, going home was practically living death anyway.
"I can take care of myself," she said. "You think I'd ever hitch my wagon to someone who was going to make me crash it?"
"Hm. You think a lot more of yourself than you should," her mother said grumpily. "Now you call next time, all right? If you're making so much money singing for men you can afford to make a call -"
"Yeah, whatever. I've got to go, okay?"
She hung up and sauntered back to her dressing table. Everyone else was turning away now, focusing very firmly on their false eyelashes.
"Everything okay?" Dottie said.
"Everything's fine," Tallulah said, coolly. "Everything's just fine."
[Fandom] Saiyuki (manga)
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Set soon after Goku gets over his fear of snow.
Some time afterwards - before the snow had melted - Goku sat on the steps of the temple and stared at the glittering white trimming each curved roof edge.
"Seems dumb," he mumbled, at last, drumming his heels against the bottom step, which was thick with snow. "I mean... bein' scared of somethin' like this."
Hakkai was leaning against the rail, snowflakes bright white against his dark hair. "Oh?"
"Just... none of you lot are scared of anythin'." Goku picked up a handful of snow, started shaping it into a snowball. "Heck, I'm not scared of anythin', not usually. 'Cept running out of food."
"But you're not scared any more, are you?" Hakkai said. "Look at you. You don't seem bothered by being out here at all."
"No. S'just... embarrassin', that's all."
"I wouldn't worry," Hakkai said. "Most people are scared of something." He chuckled. "Except perhaps Sanzo, but I may only be saying that because he'd threaten to shoot me otherwise."
"Oh?" Goku leant back into the lantern light, his skin turning golden. "What're you scared of, then?"
"Well... I've never been particularly fond of the rain." Hakkai's face hardly changed at all, but if you were looking closely, and you knew him, you'd realise he might just be smiling because he'd rather not show any other emotions. "For a while, I tried to avoid it. Much like you with snow."
"Really?" Goku frowned. "But... you seem fine with it."
"It's more difficult to avoid rain," Hakkai said, absently putting out a hand to catch a snowflake. "I was forced to learn to tolerate it. But I still don't enjoy it."
Goku reflected for a few seconds, then realised that his snowball was melting, and dropped it, pulling a face. "Does Gojyo know?"
"Not in so many words."
"I guess you never seem to get, like, mad or freaked out about anything. You're really lucky, Hakkai, you can just hide it."
Hakkai laughed, softly. "Perhaps we both are."
[Title] Where the Heart Is
[Fandom] Bugsy Malone
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Tallulah gets a phone call from her mother (who is never mentioned in canon, but who presumably does exist somewhere).
"Hey, Tallulah!" Bangles hollered, loud enough so that every other girl in the dressing room looked up. "Phone call for you!"
Tallulah put down her powder puff and glanced round, already suspecting. "Oh? Who's wanting to know?"
"It's your mother," Bangles said, folding her arms and grinning.
"Tell her I'm on stage."
"Oops!" Bangles giggled. "I already said you were just over there. Gee, I'm really sorry -"
"Oh, save it." Tallulah slid her feet into her high heels and stood up, rolling her eyes and trying not to give Bangles a dirty look. This was general mean-spirited revenge for everyone twitting the girl about her new dress earlier, wasn't it? No need to let her know it had been successful.
Hurrying into the little alcove where the phone was, she picked up the earpiece. "Hello?"
"Too busy to speak to family?"
"I was in the middle of something."
"I'm sure," her mother said, her tone implying that whatever Tallulah was busy with was bound to involve too much make-up, unsuitable friends and/or copious quantities of sarsparilla. "You haven't called for months."
"Yeah, there's been a lot of somethings lately."
"How much stuff can there be? All you do is hop on and off a stage once a night and then spend the rest of the time painting your nails and going to parties -"
Tallulah breathed in and then out, tasting the smell of dusty plastic and musty walls. "Geez, I should've just pretended I was in convent school."
"Don't you act smart with me! You've got no concern for your reputation, have you? Singing in a jazz club and changing your name, no one else has a daughter who wants to be called something with three ls and an h in it -"
"Look," Tallulah said, conscious of every girl in the place pausing in her making-up to earwig, "Didja just call to give me the same old spiel, or is there a point to this?"
"I think you should come home," her mother said flatly.
"Sounds like the same old spiel to me."
"Don't you talk back like that! I've been listening to the news reports! They say there's gang wars and your friend Sam is all mixed up in it -"
"Well -"
"They were talking about new guns a few nights ago," her mother carried on. "They said armed killers broke into your dance hall and nearly murdered everyone there -"
"Oh, come on. They were trying to scare people, not ice 'em!"
"I think you should get out of there while you still can."
"And I think you're worrying about nothing," Tallulah said, more sharply than she'd meant to. "The fighting's got nothing to do with me."
There was crackly silence for a moment.
"You know that's not true," her mother said at last, so quietly Tallulah wondered if the line was going bad. "Sooner or later it'll have to be to do with you. Come home?"
Tallulah swallowed. One thing she knew she wasn't - despite Sam slinging dumb dora at her every time something went wrong for him - was stupid. She wasn't stupid and she knew perfectly well that this wasn't gonna die down. And sure, maybe it'd all get resolved nice and neat somewhere outside, away from her, but her gut was telling her that it was all gonna come back to the speakeasy in the end. Plans are made here, games are played here, I could write me a book...
The way things were going, she could end up as just another rumour. Didja hear about that singer at Sam Staccato's who got caught in the crossfire -
But, but she wasn't a coward either. Sam respected that about her, it was how they managed to rub along without scratching each other's eyes out. Ever since she'd shown up on his office doorstep on a hot day in a crumpled red dress and hat and refused to leave until he'd seen her sing.
Plus, going home was practically living death anyway.
"I can take care of myself," she said. "You think I'd ever hitch my wagon to someone who was going to make me crash it?"
"Hm. You think a lot more of yourself than you should," her mother said grumpily. "Now you call next time, all right? If you're making so much money singing for men you can afford to make a call -"
"Yeah, whatever. I've got to go, okay?"
She hung up and sauntered back to her dressing table. Everyone else was turning away now, focusing very firmly on their false eyelashes.
"Everything okay?" Dottie said.
"Everything's fine," Tallulah said, coolly. "Everything's just fine."
