Rule Number Seven[1a/?]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 23:21:52 UTC
Mrs. Ara Bonnefoy had lived a typical life for the past forty years. She had been born in a typical English family, went to school, gotten a job writing an advice column for a news paper, fell in love, gotten married, moved with her husband to the United States, had a child, and generally lived her day to day life with very little of anything terribly interesting happening to her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to do exiting things, oh she had plenty of urges to drop everything and run off and join a punk rock band. But those urges were impractical and she was a practical woman. Even if she had given her readers impractical advice in the past from time to time, or advice that was daring, they were things that she would never do.
Ara was quite comfortable with her life. She lived in a good neighborhood in the suburbs of Washington DC. Her job paid well, writing an advice blog for a news site, for something that didn’t take too much time. Her husband, despite the fact that they argued often, was a good man with a good job (even if he was French). And she had her son Peter who went to a good public school and he was only nearly thirteen. There would be plenty of time after he was away at university to do more daring things, if she felt like doing so in the future. She wouldn’t do anything to ruin the typical comfortable life that she lived, even if things had her feeling like she really should.
Ara woke up the way she normally did, on her half of the bed curled up. Francis, her husband, had been gone to France on another business trip. They were trips that he happily took (after all he was a Parisian by birth) and his company had been sending him there more and more often. She slid out of bed, then quickly tucked in the sheets pulled placed her pillow where it belonged, smoothed out the floral comforter and laid the white lace edged blanket in place over it all. The bedroom she shared with her husband looked more like something out of the house of an eighty-five year old woman, but that old fashioned sort of thing put Ara to ease, even if her and Francis argued about the bedroom’s furniture and décor often, it was completely worth it. She took a shower in the master bathroom and got dressed before walking down the hall. On her way down the stairs she knocked on her son’s door to wake him, he had an alarm clock but refused to use it.
Ara made her way to the kitchen, it was one of the room’s that Francis had claimed, everything about the room was very much him. Positively chic, from the paint on the walls, to the appliance and furniture-it all looked like something out of a catalogue. She sighed making her way to the stove and filling the ever present stainless steel kettle with water before setting it on the stove. Her eyes shifted to the clock it was a quarter after seven, stifling a yawn she made her way to the base of the stairs and called up to her son, “Peter let’s get moving! You’ve got fifteen minutes until the bus gets here!” There was shuffling and banging, but the kettle was whistling so Ara went to finishing up making the cup of tea.
As she sat at the kitchen table sipping at her drink her son came down the steps in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt, his blond hair in a mess. “What time is it?” he said going straight to the pantry for his usual Poptarts. Ara knew she should probably make a healthier breakfast for her son, but he-like his father-hated her cooking and complained, plus if she just continued to buy the toaster pastries it meant they could both sleep in a little later.
“Good-morning to you too”, She said in a bored tone.
“Seriously-“ he looked back at the clock, “-shit!” he ran out of the kitchen.
“Peter you shouldn’t swear-“, she raised her voice to sold him, though the effort was futile.
“See ya mom gotta run.” The boy called as he slammed the front door behind him.
Rule Number Seven[1b/?]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 23:27:35 UTC
Around ten, after doing some cleaning and starting the dishwasher up Ara sat down with her laptop in the living room. She had work to do before going to get her eyebrows done, then figuring out what she was going to cook for dinner. The news was on for background noise as she went to getting to work. Her email box was full like usual, all she had to do now was read through the nearly one hundred emails, find some messages that were interesting enough for people to want to read without being too out there that readers would be unable to relate to. Nothing really stood out, so she just chose one about a girl who was unsure if she should go to the college she wanted to or the one her parents wanted her to attend, and two from housewives (she assumed) asking about silly little things involving their husbands and children. Ara typed up her replies posted them.
Her day went on in the usual way. After having her eyebrows waxed she returned home, started dinner, forced Peter to do his homework, then forced him to eat dinner, and watched TV before going to bed.
AN: something quick and short for chapter one. *sigh* did you know that I hate the live journal character limit? I named fem!England Ara beause of the "Ar" at the beginning and no other reason just saw the name under "English Girl Names" on the babyname site I use when stumped and chose it.
also I like to make playlists for fills I do in the kink meme and this one calls for one featuring songs about adultry, so if you have any recommendations give them to me please?
Re: Rule Number Seven[1b/?]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 01:14:55 UTC
Firstly, I love this idea and am so glad somebody picked it up! However, I am not the OP, but I'm sure they're just as ridiculously pleased. Love the world that you've created for Ara here. <3
Music being my love, I feel the need to share kind of a lot of songs I thought of...
Re: Rule Number Seven[1b/?]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 01:55:49 UTC
OP here, clapping my hands with delight. Yes, as previous commenter said, I am ridiculously pleased by the fill, and how fast you got it up! Thank you! I'd like to listen to your playlist too, I always find those interesting extras.
I'm not so good at the music thing, um....
Follow Me by Unca Cracker?
Ooooh, oooh. It's not adultery, but Stacey's Mom has definitely got to fit this fill!
"Peter's mom has got it going on, Peter's mom has got it going on"
Ara was quite comfortable with her life. She lived in a good neighborhood in the suburbs of Washington DC. Her job paid well, writing an advice blog for a news site, for something that didn’t take too much time. Her husband, despite the fact that they argued often, was a good man with a good job (even if he was French). And she had her son Peter who went to a good public school and he was only nearly thirteen. There would be plenty of time after he was away at university to do more daring things, if she felt like doing so in the future. She wouldn’t do anything to ruin the typical comfortable life that she lived, even if things had her feeling like she really should.
Ara woke up the way she normally did, on her half of the bed curled up. Francis, her husband, had been gone to France on another business trip. They were trips that he happily took (after all he was a Parisian by birth) and his company had been sending him there more and more often. She slid out of bed, then quickly tucked in the sheets pulled placed her pillow where it belonged, smoothed out the floral comforter and laid the white lace edged blanket in place over it all. The bedroom she shared with her husband looked more like something out of the house of an eighty-five year old woman, but that old fashioned sort of thing put Ara to ease, even if her and Francis argued about the bedroom’s furniture and décor often, it was completely worth it. She took a shower in the master bathroom and got dressed before walking down the hall. On her way down the stairs she knocked on her son’s door to wake him, he had an alarm clock but refused to use it.
Ara made her way to the kitchen, it was one of the room’s that Francis had claimed, everything about the room was very much him. Positively chic, from the paint on the walls, to the appliance and furniture-it all looked like something out of a catalogue. She sighed making her way to the stove and filling the ever present stainless steel kettle with water before setting it on the stove. Her eyes shifted to the clock it was a quarter after seven, stifling a yawn she made her way to the base of the stairs and called up to her son, “Peter let’s get moving! You’ve got fifteen minutes until the bus gets here!” There was shuffling and banging, but the kettle was whistling so Ara went to finishing up making the cup of tea.
As she sat at the kitchen table sipping at her drink her son came down the steps in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt, his blond hair in a mess. “What time is it?” he said going straight to the pantry for his usual Poptarts. Ara knew she should probably make a healthier breakfast for her son, but he-like his father-hated her cooking and complained, plus if she just continued to buy the toaster pastries it meant they could both sleep in a little later.
“Good-morning to you too”, She said in a bored tone.
“Seriously-“ he looked back at the clock, “-shit!” he ran out of the kitchen.
“Peter you shouldn’t swear-“, she raised her voice to sold him, though the effort was futile.
“See ya mom gotta run.” The boy called as he slammed the front door behind him.
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Her day went on in the usual way. After having her eyebrows waxed she returned home, started dinner, forced Peter to do his homework, then forced him to eat dinner, and watched TV before going to bed.
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AN: something quick and short for chapter one. *sigh* did you know that I hate the live journal character limit? I named fem!England Ara beause of the "Ar" at the beginning and no other reason just saw the name under "English Girl Names" on the babyname site I use when stumped and chose it.
also I like to make playlists for fills I do in the kink meme and this one calls for one featuring songs about adultry, so if you have any recommendations give them to me please?
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Music being my love, I feel the need to share kind of a lot of songs I thought of...
First, not technically adultery, but cougar-themed, 'Don't Talk to Strangers': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93LhP1CgQ6w
The happiest-sounding cheating song ever, 'Follow Me': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2psIiVw9Zog
Weird video, but yeah...'Lying is the Most Fun': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AZxUtZ2ZgI
Hope you don't mind country music. 'White Liar': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoR2Oax82kY
And then I could suggest 'Me and Mrs. Jones' or 'American Boy' for the giggles, but...I'll just mention them and let you do what you will.
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I'm not so good at the music thing, um....
Follow Me by Unca Cracker?
Ooooh, oooh. It's not adultery, but Stacey's Mom has definitely got to fit this fill!
"Peter's mom has got it going on, Peter's mom has got it going on"
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