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tallulahgs[Title] Losing My Reflection
[Fandom] Chicago
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes/Summary] There were lots of reasons why Velma did what she did.
It was all about being left out. Which is a pathetic reason to shoot anyone, but Velma's not exactly going to admit it.
Standing outside the hotel room door, chilly bucket of ice in one hand, hearing the giggling and whispers and bang, she's a little kid again, following Veronica around because Veronica's decided she wants to play with the kids across the street and doesn't want her dopey twin sister there. Velma isn't going to just wander off and be alone so she sets her teeth and follows her sister even though no one talks to her and they keep looking at her and laughing and then they lead her through the briars and mud because it's funny -
She's back in the Hotel Cicero, and her free hand is fumbling with the door handle, her palm sticky and hot, and the door swings open, silent on the soft carpet (perhaps it would've been better if they'd heard? Jumped apart? Perhaps it wouldn't have happened, then?) And there they are.
And bang, they're getting dressed for a dance and Veronica is strutting about in a new dress and heels and Velma thinks that she looks stupid, looks like she's trying too hard, but then, as Veronica flutters her eyelashes and blows kisses in front of the mirror, she realises, no, she looks like me - she looks just like me -
It's like watching yourself in a dirty movie, only much worse because it's not like you could've seen this coming. It's not like you ever said it was okay.
Charlie sees her first. He blinks (that's one heartbeat) and he only looks awkward (that's another) and he reaches down to shake Veronica's shoulder, and this tells Velma all she needs to know, that for ever after she will be wondering if he wants to be screwing her sister - or if, perhaps, he sees no difference -
(But he must see a difference, otherwise he wouldn't be ashamed.)
She's fumbling in her handbag for the gun because she cannot live like that. It's at the bottom of everything, like your purse always is. She finds that funny. The look on Charlie's face as she puts the bullet through his forehead is funny too. Come on, you have to laugh when someone's so shocked.
He topples backwards, and Veronica stares up at Velma, and Velma wonders if she's actually going to do it. Charlie was different - there was a time he wasn't in her life, and she'd known that if things played out a certain way, he might leave it again. (Well. Yeah.) But Veronica has been there since before Velma could remember.
Veronica, wide-eyed, shaking, and bang, she's thirteen and shouting at Velma for borrowing her dress and spilling ink on it. She's seven, and furious that her sister swiped the last bun. She's twenty-two, and spitting nails that Velma just took the guy home that she had her eye on. She thinks this will be like all the other betrayals. And perhaps it is. Perhaps Velma's overreacting.
Perhaps she just wants to prove she's not soft.
Bang, and she's an only child.
[Title] Making a Statement
[Fandom] The Handmaid's Tale
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Offred tries to take individuality where she can find it.
For a few moments, I tried to find individuality in the tattoo. The eye, of course, was standard, although it was funny to think that once people had had eyes put on them for fun, to make a statement. But the numbers were unique, and so I thought maybe I could make them mine like you bring in ornaments for your desk at work, or become known as the woman who always dyes her hair bright colours, or make a point of buying purple clothes. I ran my fingers over the shapes and I tried to see patterns. Three, like a fairy tale. Six, the number of the beast. Seven, which speaks of magic and sticking-out corners.
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.
That wasn't it, though. I just realised how dangerous it was to store yourself in anything they'd given you. I was already relying on them for survival. Why make it worse?
[Fandom] Chicago
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes/Summary] There were lots of reasons why Velma did what she did.
It was all about being left out. Which is a pathetic reason to shoot anyone, but Velma's not exactly going to admit it.
Standing outside the hotel room door, chilly bucket of ice in one hand, hearing the giggling and whispers and bang, she's a little kid again, following Veronica around because Veronica's decided she wants to play with the kids across the street and doesn't want her dopey twin sister there. Velma isn't going to just wander off and be alone so she sets her teeth and follows her sister even though no one talks to her and they keep looking at her and laughing and then they lead her through the briars and mud because it's funny -
She's back in the Hotel Cicero, and her free hand is fumbling with the door handle, her palm sticky and hot, and the door swings open, silent on the soft carpet (perhaps it would've been better if they'd heard? Jumped apart? Perhaps it wouldn't have happened, then?) And there they are.
And bang, they're getting dressed for a dance and Veronica is strutting about in a new dress and heels and Velma thinks that she looks stupid, looks like she's trying too hard, but then, as Veronica flutters her eyelashes and blows kisses in front of the mirror, she realises, no, she looks like me - she looks just like me -
It's like watching yourself in a dirty movie, only much worse because it's not like you could've seen this coming. It's not like you ever said it was okay.
Charlie sees her first. He blinks (that's one heartbeat) and he only looks awkward (that's another) and he reaches down to shake Veronica's shoulder, and this tells Velma all she needs to know, that for ever after she will be wondering if he wants to be screwing her sister - or if, perhaps, he sees no difference -
(But he must see a difference, otherwise he wouldn't be ashamed.)
She's fumbling in her handbag for the gun because she cannot live like that. It's at the bottom of everything, like your purse always is. She finds that funny. The look on Charlie's face as she puts the bullet through his forehead is funny too. Come on, you have to laugh when someone's so shocked.
He topples backwards, and Veronica stares up at Velma, and Velma wonders if she's actually going to do it. Charlie was different - there was a time he wasn't in her life, and she'd known that if things played out a certain way, he might leave it again. (Well. Yeah.) But Veronica has been there since before Velma could remember.
Veronica, wide-eyed, shaking, and bang, she's thirteen and shouting at Velma for borrowing her dress and spilling ink on it. She's seven, and furious that her sister swiped the last bun. She's twenty-two, and spitting nails that Velma just took the guy home that she had her eye on. She thinks this will be like all the other betrayals. And perhaps it is. Perhaps Velma's overreacting.
Perhaps she just wants to prove she's not soft.
Bang, and she's an only child.
[Title] Making a Statement
[Fandom] The Handmaid's Tale
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Offred tries to take individuality where she can find it.
For a few moments, I tried to find individuality in the tattoo. The eye, of course, was standard, although it was funny to think that once people had had eyes put on them for fun, to make a statement. But the numbers were unique, and so I thought maybe I could make them mine like you bring in ornaments for your desk at work, or become known as the woman who always dyes her hair bright colours, or make a point of buying purple clothes. I ran my fingers over the shapes and I tried to see patterns. Three, like a fairy tale. Six, the number of the beast. Seven, which speaks of magic and sticking-out corners.
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.
That wasn't it, though. I just realised how dangerous it was to store yourself in anything they'd given you. I was already relying on them for survival. Why make it worse?
