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Bend and Not Break
The heroine shoud get the girl more often.
LoTR RPS
PG-13
Miranda/Liv
-- and therefore femslash. Consider yourself warned.
I claim not.
"So why can't the heroine get the girl, for once?" Liv says to PJ, and elbows him gently. "I think Eowyn deserves someone prettier than Faramir, what do you think, Fran?" Fran's shrug is more than self defence than anything; she raises her shoulder like she's avoiding a blow. Liv winks at Miranda and Miranda smiles because there's nothing else to do, really. it's her I don't want to offend you by not reacting grin (patent pending) -- all quick flash and no force.
They're sitting here because there's too much rain to be doing anything besides playing with the script. Miranda doesn't really know why she got invited to this meeting. Come to think of it, she's not entirely sure why Liv's here either -- neither of them have really had much to add to the discussion. But it's nice to be included.
When they walk outside it's nearly stopped raining. Nearly. Liv links her arm with Miranda's. There is something vaguely intimate about the press of their arms, and Miranda thinks there's something a little intimidating, too, about being locked to someone like this (even if it's only by elbows, by bones and skin). "Did you know," Liv says, and tilts her head back (maybe to feel the rain, maybe to look for impending daylight in the spaces where the clouds have thinned),"that the only place you can touch someone without it being sexual harassment is their elbow?"
"I’ve never heard that before," Miranda says, and Liv leans away from her, pushing the crooks of their arms closer. Miranda wonders how much force it takes to break the bones in your arms.
She wonders how far Liv would have to go before she would come apart.
"It's always nice to know." Liv moves her eyes from the sky and meets Miranda's gaze. Miranda wonders distantly if she's been staring. "You have nice eyes," Liv says.
Miranda's lips are all force and no flash when they collide with Liv's.
Liv doesn't seem to mind much.
notes:
written in fifteen minutes, revised in ten. while a dashboard confessional song shares a title with this fic, the fic has nothing to do with the song. and vice versa. you get the idea.
The heroine shoud get the girl more often.
LoTR RPS
PG-13
Miranda/Liv
-- and therefore femslash. Consider yourself warned.
I claim not.
"So why can't the heroine get the girl, for once?" Liv says to PJ, and elbows him gently. "I think Eowyn deserves someone prettier than Faramir, what do you think, Fran?" Fran's shrug is more than self defence than anything; she raises her shoulder like she's avoiding a blow. Liv winks at Miranda and Miranda smiles because there's nothing else to do, really. it's her I don't want to offend you by not reacting grin (patent pending) -- all quick flash and no force.
They're sitting here because there's too much rain to be doing anything besides playing with the script. Miranda doesn't really know why she got invited to this meeting. Come to think of it, she's not entirely sure why Liv's here either -- neither of them have really had much to add to the discussion. But it's nice to be included.
When they walk outside it's nearly stopped raining. Nearly. Liv links her arm with Miranda's. There is something vaguely intimate about the press of their arms, and Miranda thinks there's something a little intimidating, too, about being locked to someone like this (even if it's only by elbows, by bones and skin). "Did you know," Liv says, and tilts her head back (maybe to feel the rain, maybe to look for impending daylight in the spaces where the clouds have thinned),"that the only place you can touch someone without it being sexual harassment is their elbow?"
"I’ve never heard that before," Miranda says, and Liv leans away from her, pushing the crooks of their arms closer. Miranda wonders how much force it takes to break the bones in your arms.
She wonders how far Liv would have to go before she would come apart.
"It's always nice to know." Liv moves her eyes from the sky and meets Miranda's gaze. Miranda wonders distantly if she's been staring. "You have nice eyes," Liv says.
Miranda's lips are all force and no flash when they collide with Liv's.
Liv doesn't seem to mind much.
notes:
written in fifteen minutes, revised in ten. while a dashboard confessional song shares a title with this fic, the fic has nothing to do with the song. and vice versa. you get the idea.