playing to the crowd as the ship goes down
Dec. 8th, 2009 01:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kolfandom: Kingdom
characters: Loni, Val
prompts: 31_days "there's no rush for the year to pass" & kingdom100 "squish," because Sage dared me :P
Loni sighed, collapsing her top half on the battered table, arms bared to defend the cleavage. Not that Val would notice, still engrossed in the brochure for some stupid Italian school. Why did he want to go to Italy of all places? He'd get fat on all the pasta and marry some pretty Italian girl and live happily ever after millions of timezones away from her and oh, his wife and him could have matching vespas and-
“Really, you’ll get wrinkles bending over like that,” Val’s voice was amused, his eyes finally off one of those stupid brochures. None of which were for a college in the area— Loni had paid close attention to precisely which brochures he claimed during their turn around the college presentations, her distress growing with each far off local.
She had left with only one brochure, and only because Val had crammed into her hands. Some fashion institute up in San Francisco, but her eyes had quickly turned to the place’s glaring fault, a tuition that made her heart race with panic and guilt and inspired none of the longing she could see stamped clear on Val’s face.
“Darling, this fabric is wrinkle resistant.” But Loni obediently pulled her posture together. Her collapse had pushed the institute’s brochure away, sent it fluttering to his end, and Loni wondered if this was what had caught his attention. “Besides, no one here would notice a wrinkle, everyone’s too focused on their lives a year from now. No ones talking about the football game, well except for Alex but he doesn’t count in this example since he’s on the team, no ones talking about homecoming or all the formals we have fast approaching. Its like senior year has vanished, stealing everyone away already.”
She knew her plump lips had settled into a childish pout, but didn’t care. Besides, she knew it was an attractive look on her round face.
“The window for college applications is approaching, Loni. Of course everyone is distracted! You have to apply early if you want to get in. Senior year will still be here after-”
Loni sighed, right hand tracing the initials carved into the library’s ancient table. “It might not be.”
His hand reached out to squish her own with a surprisingly tight hold. “Loni, we’ll make it out of senior year.”
But they knew better than to make promises, not with targets on their feathered, scaled backs.
characters: Loni, Val
prompts: 31_days "there's no rush for the year to pass" & kingdom100 "squish," because Sage dared me :P
Loni sighed, collapsing her top half on the battered table, arms bared to defend the cleavage. Not that Val would notice, still engrossed in the brochure for some stupid Italian school. Why did he want to go to Italy of all places? He'd get fat on all the pasta and marry some pretty Italian girl and live happily ever after millions of timezones away from her and oh, his wife and him could have matching vespas and-
“Really, you’ll get wrinkles bending over like that,” Val’s voice was amused, his eyes finally off one of those stupid brochures. None of which were for a college in the area— Loni had paid close attention to precisely which brochures he claimed during their turn around the college presentations, her distress growing with each far off local.
She had left with only one brochure, and only because Val had crammed into her hands. Some fashion institute up in San Francisco, but her eyes had quickly turned to the place’s glaring fault, a tuition that made her heart race with panic and guilt and inspired none of the longing she could see stamped clear on Val’s face.
“Darling, this fabric is wrinkle resistant.” But Loni obediently pulled her posture together. Her collapse had pushed the institute’s brochure away, sent it fluttering to his end, and Loni wondered if this was what had caught his attention. “Besides, no one here would notice a wrinkle, everyone’s too focused on their lives a year from now. No ones talking about the football game, well except for Alex but he doesn’t count in this example since he’s on the team, no ones talking about homecoming or all the formals we have fast approaching. Its like senior year has vanished, stealing everyone away already.”
She knew her plump lips had settled into a childish pout, but didn’t care. Besides, she knew it was an attractive look on her round face.
“The window for college applications is approaching, Loni. Of course everyone is distracted! You have to apply early if you want to get in. Senior year will still be here after-”
Loni sighed, right hand tracing the initials carved into the library’s ancient table. “It might not be.”
His hand reached out to squish her own with a surprisingly tight hold. “Loni, we’ll make it out of senior year.”
But they knew better than to make promises, not with targets on their feathered, scaled backs.
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Date: 2009-12-10 03:38 am (UTC)I think my FAVORITE part by far is that you still get the sense that Loni and Val are kids in this. Like, they are being forced to face terrible things, but they are each clinging desperately to the futures they think they should have - Loni's in which things never change, Val's where he actually has the freedom to follow his dreams (which might not be likely anymore). It makes the squish even more heartbreaking.
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Date: 2009-12-10 04:36 am (UTC)THESE TWO. BREAKING THE HEART. OBVIOUSLY THEY MUST EMBARK ON FASHION HIJINXS TO MAKE UP FOR THIS.