Pearlescent: Original Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Pearlescent
Fandom: Original
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 213
Rating: PG
Warnings: References to alcohol, bisexuality.
Author’s Note: Written for visualcomplex’s origfic: writing meme for the prompt “pearl”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Pearlescent
I don’t wear jewelry, not a bit.
I don’t wear jewelry, but if I did I think that pearls would be nice.
Not pure pearls, the rare and expensive ones that spring full-grown from the head of Zeus and are solid pearl stuff all the way to the center. No, I prefer irritant pearls. The sort of pearls that start when a grain of sand gets inside an oyster and annoys it to the point where it covers it over with liquid pearl goo that hardens until layer by layer a pearl grows; a flawed pearl with a grain of sand at its heart.
These are my kind of pearls. Tag-along kid sister pearls not quite as valuable as their prissy, pristine older sisters. Janis Joplin pearls that hit on girls as well as boys and hide books and bottles in their handbags. Mummers’ parade pearls - the Pearly King and Queen.
The kind of pearl that’s all shimmery and pearlescent on the outside but sharp and hard and annoying and common deep down inside, just like me. Never quite what my rich sister would have me be, never quite what my Christian parents would have me be. Something else - less in some ways, more in some. A precious stone though not to everyone.
Title: Pearlescent
Fandom: Original
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 213
Rating: PG
Warnings: References to alcohol, bisexuality.
Author’s Note: Written for visualcomplex’s origfic: writing meme for the prompt “pearl”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Pearlescent
I don’t wear jewelry, not a bit.
I don’t wear jewelry, but if I did I think that pearls would be nice.
Not pure pearls, the rare and expensive ones that spring full-grown from the head of Zeus and are solid pearl stuff all the way to the center. No, I prefer irritant pearls. The sort of pearls that start when a grain of sand gets inside an oyster and annoys it to the point where it covers it over with liquid pearl goo that hardens until layer by layer a pearl grows; a flawed pearl with a grain of sand at its heart.
These are my kind of pearls. Tag-along kid sister pearls not quite as valuable as their prissy, pristine older sisters. Janis Joplin pearls that hit on girls as well as boys and hide books and bottles in their handbags. Mummers’ parade pearls - the Pearly King and Queen.
The kind of pearl that’s all shimmery and pearlescent on the outside but sharp and hard and annoying and common deep down inside, just like me. Never quite what my rich sister would have me be, never quite what my Christian parents would have me be. Something else - less in some ways, more in some. A precious stone though not to everyone.