Love Fool & Ruthless
Author: Regency
Title: Love Fool
Fandom: Guiding Light
Rating: G
Word count: 150 (drabble x 1.5)
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia, Doris/Olivia friendship-ish.
Spoilers: Vague ones for early July.
Summary: Doris doesn’t have much sympathy for fools who fall in love.
Author’s Notes: Written for passion_perfect ’s August challenge. I’ve never written Guiding Light before, so take that with due caution.
Disclaimer: Don’t own any recognizable characters of Guiding Light.
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Doris doesn’t have much sympathy for fools who fall in love. Silly people who throw their hearts at brick walls don’t intrigue her, though they make her roll her eyes. They seem so desperate and achingly masochistic. The whole enterprise is too steeped in saccharine sweetness for her taste.
“Love” isn’t what gets her up in the morning and that’s not about to change. Success and power keep her comfortable while this love thing makes her itch.
She wishes that Olivia had resisted the urge to scratch and saved them all the trauma:
Natalia left her stacked in pieces warping in the car.
Olivia left her standing in a cabin suite, gently swishing holy scotch she couldn’t drink.
Doris feels faintly nauseous at her tears. Her blazer is no shield against them, though it valiantly tries.
This isn’t her or what she does.
She was never one for comforting fools.
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Author: Regency
Title: Ruthless
Fandom: Guiding Light
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Pairing: implied Olivia/Natalia, Doris/Olivia
Summary: Love is like politics: ruthless with a smile.
Author’s Note: Written for passion_perfect ’s August challenge.
Disclaimer: Don’t own any recognizable characters of Guiding Light.
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Love is like politics: ruthless with a smile.
Doris can do ruthless easily enough and her smile is picture-perfect and billboard-bright.
She can dance on the bloodied remains of a shattered heart with zeal and a great deal of amusement. She can do-and has done-cruel things, but she sleeps fine.
Generally, she sleeps fine.
Tonight, her bed’s unsuitably warm; she isn’t used to sharing space. Her sheets are loose around her waist; Olivia hogs them for herself.
The bed’s sweltering, her body’s cool, and her head isn’t nearly on straight.
Doris is generally better at politics than love.
Title: Love Fool
Fandom: Guiding Light
Rating: G
Word count: 150 (drabble x 1.5)
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia, Doris/Olivia friendship-ish.
Spoilers: Vague ones for early July.
Summary: Doris doesn’t have much sympathy for fools who fall in love.
Author’s Notes: Written for passion_perfect ’s August challenge. I’ve never written Guiding Light before, so take that with due caution.
Disclaimer: Don’t own any recognizable characters of Guiding Light.
~!~
Doris doesn’t have much sympathy for fools who fall in love. Silly people who throw their hearts at brick walls don’t intrigue her, though they make her roll her eyes. They seem so desperate and achingly masochistic. The whole enterprise is too steeped in saccharine sweetness for her taste.
“Love” isn’t what gets her up in the morning and that’s not about to change. Success and power keep her comfortable while this love thing makes her itch.
She wishes that Olivia had resisted the urge to scratch and saved them all the trauma:
Natalia left her stacked in pieces warping in the car.
Olivia left her standing in a cabin suite, gently swishing holy scotch she couldn’t drink.
Doris feels faintly nauseous at her tears. Her blazer is no shield against them, though it valiantly tries.
This isn’t her or what she does.
She was never one for comforting fools.
~!~
Author: Regency
Title: Ruthless
Fandom: Guiding Light
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Pairing: implied Olivia/Natalia, Doris/Olivia
Summary: Love is like politics: ruthless with a smile.
Author’s Note: Written for passion_perfect ’s August challenge.
Disclaimer: Don’t own any recognizable characters of Guiding Light.
~!~
Love is like politics: ruthless with a smile.
Doris can do ruthless easily enough and her smile is picture-perfect and billboard-bright.
She can dance on the bloodied remains of a shattered heart with zeal and a great deal of amusement. She can do-and has done-cruel things, but she sleeps fine.
Generally, she sleeps fine.
Tonight, her bed’s unsuitably warm; she isn’t used to sharing space. Her sheets are loose around her waist; Olivia hogs them for herself.
The bed’s sweltering, her body’s cool, and her head isn’t nearly on straight.
Doris is generally better at politics than love.