My Mind's Unweaving [holly/emma. hollibury?]
title: My Mind's Unweaving
rating: PG.
fandom/pairing: Glee. Emma/Holly.
spoilers: n/a.
warnings: Uncertain handling of Emma's OCD and her attempts to cope with it.
summary: Holly's painting hangs unevenly, and Emma can't not notice.
words: 250.
disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or AAR's "It Ends Tonight."
a/n: For the femslash100challenge word "fragment." Uh, somehow? I don't really remember how it became this...
The painting hanging in Holly’s front hallway is crooked. Emma doesn’t even register the actual image the painting depicts until Holly brushes past her through the doorway; follows Emma’s gaze; grins, and lightly bumps Emma’s hip with her own; notes, “How did I not know sooner?”
Emma blinks. It’s lesbian erotica - tasteful; abstract, with blurry curves and dappled colors; arguably inappropriate all the same - and Emma blushes, trying to focus on something else.
She stares at the table beneath the painting. On it, there’s a small keybowl painted with carefree splotches of vibrant color; a few envelopes in a disorderly pile dangerously balanced on the corner; a glaring cerulean post-it with slanted handwriting, reading, BARK.
None of it is particularly eye-catching, and Emma’s eyes migrate north again, to the lopsided painting. Her pocket-hidden hands clench into fists, and she silently repeats the motions of breathing to herself.
Holly shuts the closet door that Emma hadn’t even seen her opening, and glances back at Emma inquisitively.
“Hon, I know it’s a helluva piece, but…”
Emma shakes her head quickly, eyes shutting tight, and she hears Holly murmur, “Oh…just a sec.”
When Emma peeks her left eye open, tentatively, Holly is in front of her.
“Better?” Holly asks, gesturing with an extended thumb over her shoulder.
Hesitantly, Emma assesses the state of the frame.
It is better. It’s still not even, but it’s…better; less noticeable.
Emma gives a weary smile. Holly takes her hand, and squeezes tight.
“You’ll beat it,” she promises.
rating: PG.
fandom/pairing: Glee. Emma/Holly.
spoilers: n/a.
warnings: Uncertain handling of Emma's OCD and her attempts to cope with it.
summary: Holly's painting hangs unevenly, and Emma can't not notice.
words: 250.
disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or AAR's "It Ends Tonight."
a/n: For the femslash100challenge word "fragment." Uh, somehow? I don't really remember how it became this...
The painting hanging in Holly’s front hallway is crooked. Emma doesn’t even register the actual image the painting depicts until Holly brushes past her through the doorway; follows Emma’s gaze; grins, and lightly bumps Emma’s hip with her own; notes, “How did I not know sooner?”
Emma blinks. It’s lesbian erotica - tasteful; abstract, with blurry curves and dappled colors; arguably inappropriate all the same - and Emma blushes, trying to focus on something else.
She stares at the table beneath the painting. On it, there’s a small keybowl painted with carefree splotches of vibrant color; a few envelopes in a disorderly pile dangerously balanced on the corner; a glaring cerulean post-it with slanted handwriting, reading, BARK.
None of it is particularly eye-catching, and Emma’s eyes migrate north again, to the lopsided painting. Her pocket-hidden hands clench into fists, and she silently repeats the motions of breathing to herself.
Holly shuts the closet door that Emma hadn’t even seen her opening, and glances back at Emma inquisitively.
“Hon, I know it’s a helluva piece, but…”
Emma shakes her head quickly, eyes shutting tight, and she hears Holly murmur, “Oh…just a sec.”
When Emma peeks her left eye open, tentatively, Holly is in front of her.
“Better?” Holly asks, gesturing with an extended thumb over her shoulder.
Hesitantly, Emma assesses the state of the frame.
It is better. It’s still not even, but it’s…better; less noticeable.
Emma gives a weary smile. Holly takes her hand, and squeezes tight.
“You’ll beat it,” she promises.