Challenge #4, Prompt #1
Title: Untitled
Author's Name: pdt_bear
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing (if any): Um, I suppose if you squint: Andy/Miranda
Number of Challenge and Prompt Used: Challenge #4, Prompt #1
Words: 269 words total; 257 words inside the prompts
Spoilers/Season: um, the film?
Rating/Warnings: PG
I fell into another, different from you. You might have been the perfect boy -- all scruffily handsome, sweet and selfless on all that was important. Or so I thought; that was the face the world and I saw for so many years. Wasn't it ironic that we may have moved in together, into this shoebox of an apartment, but we saw each other even less than when we had been living apart in Chicago? Emily shouted that I gave up my soul the day I wore my first pair of Jimmy Choo's. I wonder which moment you would have chosen as the beginning of our ending.
Your memories of me seem to always be missing that hint of competitiveness I kept under wraps. I don't think it was conscious on my part, but why rain on your struggles as a cook when you sought to become a chef? So we moved apart -- each seeking to find success in a City that is famed for its grittiness and grind. Maybe it began as a series of tests -- each trying to see whether I would continue to reach deep into my mind for that singular willfulness and determination to not surrender. But I learned. It was never what you knew as quickly as it become who you knew. More than anything else, she became the nexus of contacts that spread out from the City, across oceans and then the five continents.
Drifting in an ocean of rough tries and overwhelming change, my dinghy had no buoys and no guidance beyond a pair of ice-blue eyes. And I am lost, here.
Author's Name: pdt_bear
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing (if any): Um, I suppose if you squint: Andy/Miranda
Number of Challenge and Prompt Used: Challenge #4, Prompt #1
Words: 269 words total; 257 words inside the prompts
Spoilers/Season: um, the film?
Rating/Warnings: PG
I fell into another, different from you. You might have been the perfect boy -- all scruffily handsome, sweet and selfless on all that was important. Or so I thought; that was the face the world and I saw for so many years. Wasn't it ironic that we may have moved in together, into this shoebox of an apartment, but we saw each other even less than when we had been living apart in Chicago? Emily shouted that I gave up my soul the day I wore my first pair of Jimmy Choo's. I wonder which moment you would have chosen as the beginning of our ending.
Your memories of me seem to always be missing that hint of competitiveness I kept under wraps. I don't think it was conscious on my part, but why rain on your struggles as a cook when you sought to become a chef? So we moved apart -- each seeking to find success in a City that is famed for its grittiness and grind. Maybe it began as a series of tests -- each trying to see whether I would continue to reach deep into my mind for that singular willfulness and determination to not surrender. But I learned. It was never what you knew as quickly as it become who you knew. More than anything else, she became the nexus of contacts that spread out from the City, across oceans and then the five continents.
Drifting in an ocean of rough tries and overwhelming change, my dinghy had no buoys and no guidance beyond a pair of ice-blue eyes. And I am lost, here.