||[May. 1st, 2005|11:15 pm]
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.
Oh, DUDE. I really like this. (And I'm flattered to be a source of inspiration.) Because it is like that final devastating scene in Dangerous Liaisons, which I love, but it has a sense of humor kicking in at the last line. And I like the mask metaphor.
Am I right in assuming this is actually Liz, and not Alex?
Meep...nevermind the last sentence...I actually read your lj-cut this time. :) (I think I was thrown off by the fact that it's brown makeup she's removing...Alex is normally so pale...but then, I am hardly an expert when it comes to makeup!)
Oh, oh, OH, this would work so much better as a Liz fic! Reading it over once I posted, I wasn't happy with how it seemed like I was trying to incongrously jam the challenge dialogue into Alex's thoughts and was still thinking over if I should delete it...
No one would noticed if I betrayed the original intent of the whole fic and changed it, would they? Good.
Mwah to theholyinnocent... if I wasn't already one of those squealing fangirl harem members, I am now. And no one else but Liz would be the Marquise anyway. :)
Ha--I'm glad my misreading helped! (I think that's
a first!) But yeah, I do like thinking of it as Liz because you're right; no one but her could be the Marquise. :) if I wasn't already one of those squealing fangirl harem members, I am now.
Just remember, you have to flash heathers
first to get in. :)
I think Alex needs another ten or fifteen years before she gets hit by the clue-by-four and realises that she's getting too old for this shit. And if Liz has her way, Alex would be her in ten or fifteen years. :)Just remember, you have to flash heathers first to get in.
( o Y o ) heathers
Wow! My ears were burning and now my-- err, nevermind. XD
I liked this very much. Um, the drabble, though your pixel boobies are quite nice, too! But, yes, I do so love the subtext between Alex and Liz on the show and this Liz longing is very cool. Doing theholyinnocent