Valentine's Day ~ the Cliche: An Editor's Nightmare
The Freakboat and I are at it again! This is our take on the first 14 Valentine's Days. This might not make as much sense to you if you haven't read our previous opus, The Gift of Possibilities, detailing the first 12 Christmases; but this story falls within the universe we created in TGOP.
The opening again belongs to the Jellyroll of Trouble
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada belongs to neither me nor ceelyn . No infringement intended, no money being made. The building belongs to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. We're just redecorating. When finished, we will tear down the new curtains and fancy artwork, but leave the festive paint…
Rating: T
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Mirandy
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The First ~ Ruari’s
Andy sat in her cube at The Mirror offices and stared sightlessly at her computer. Her mind, however, was working at lightning speed conjuring up the pros and cons to acknowledging Valentine’s Day with regards to one Miranda Priestly.
Pros: lets Miranda know Andy is thinking of her, reminds Miranda of Andy’s existence, and alludes to Miranda that Andy is rather fond of the editor.
Cons: lets Miranda know Andy is thinking of her, reminds Miranda of Andy’s existence, and alludes to Miranda that Andy is rather fond of the editor.
Andy leaned forward and banged her forehead against her desk. She simply didn’t know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do. But that had nothing to do with what she should do.
Rather than choke anymore on the indecision, she locked her PC, grabbed up her purse, and headed for the door. If she wanted to actually eat during her lunch hour, she’d need to hurry.
*** *** ***
Having finished work on the February issue of Runway some three months ago, Miranda had no intention of recognizing that ridiculously commercial holiday known as Valentine’s Day until the following November, when it came time for the next February issue. That didn’t mean, however, that she was completely unaware of it. She heard the Emilys babbling about it out at their desks. She heard Caroline and Cassidy chattering about it at the dinner table. And at bedtime when she went in to say goodnight.
And at breakfast.
So, really, she couldn’t escape it. And then today…today she read Andrea’s latest article in The Mirror. And for the first time in years she found herself associating a person with that mind-boggling notion of a Valentine. At her age!
She easily, too easily, conjured up a mental image of the vivacious brunette. One from Christmas Day. They hadn’t spoken since then, just a brief exchange of e-mails immediately following the holidays as Andrea wrote to thank her for the day. Miranda thought about her often, though. While reviewing layouts, she found herself thinking certain color schemes would look good against Andrea’s pale skin. While chiding the latest Emily, she found herself thinking of Andrea’s competence and ruefully acknowledging that she did, indeed, miss her presence in the office.
But to actually consider acknowledging Valentine’s Day? To Andrea Sachs? What would she possibly do? She. Miranda Priestly. Send chocolates? Ask her to dinner? Send a dozen red roses?
Insanity. Absolute insanity. Everyone knew there was no such thing as a Mushy Miranda. She simply needed to stop thinking about it. Mind over matter. That’s all.
No. More. Mushy. Miranda.
That’s all.
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It was now almost five o’clock, and Andy was again sitting at her desk. This time nervously biting her nails.
What insanity had taken possession of her during her lunch hour? She felt like she was going to be sick. So there she sat.
Waiting for the repercussions.
*** *** ***
Miranda sat at her desk and stared at the slender vase Emily just placed in front of her. She glanced up at the redhead and raised an intimidating eyebrow. Her assistant took the hint and immediately retreated to the outer office.
The small two inch by two inch envelope stared back at her from its plastic perch.
She took a deep breath and plucked the card from amongst the extraordinarily simple arrangement. Before opening it, she pulled the vase closer to breathe in the subtle fragrance. Some sort of sixth sense told her who the giver was. Someone who knew her better than most. Who would know she distained flamboyant displays. The three ivory roses, with coral-tipped petals, were striking in their simplicity. She pulled the card from its envelope.
I’m still hoping.
Miranda’s lips twitched. Amusement and affection warred within her. Yes, honest affection. She swiveled around to her computer and pulled the keyboard closer.
*** *** ***
Andy’s heart stuttered when she heard the ping of an incoming e-mail message. She pulled Outlook up on her screen and gulped when she saw the sender’s name.
To: asachs@nymirror.com
Sent: Saturday, February 14, 2009 5:25 PM
From: Miranda@usrunway.com
Subject: Me, too
You’re still “in.”
Though she had no way of knowing it at that moment, Andrea was glad there was no one around to see her do a spastic, little “happy dance” in her office chair.
~ R
The following Motivator comes courtesy of our Hostess with the Mostess, gloriously tabu,
tuathadedanaa
.
The Second Valentine's Day
The opening again belongs to the Jellyroll of Trouble
Disclaimer: The Devil Wears Prada belongs to neither me nor ceelyn . No infringement intended, no money being made. The building belongs to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. We're just redecorating. When finished, we will tear down the new curtains and fancy artwork, but leave the festive paint…
Rating: T
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Mirandy
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The First ~ Ruari’s
Andy sat in her cube at The Mirror offices and stared sightlessly at her computer. Her mind, however, was working at lightning speed conjuring up the pros and cons to acknowledging Valentine’s Day with regards to one Miranda Priestly.
Pros: lets Miranda know Andy is thinking of her, reminds Miranda of Andy’s existence, and alludes to Miranda that Andy is rather fond of the editor.
Cons: lets Miranda know Andy is thinking of her, reminds Miranda of Andy’s existence, and alludes to Miranda that Andy is rather fond of the editor.
Andy leaned forward and banged her forehead against her desk. She simply didn’t know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do. But that had nothing to do with what she should do.
Rather than choke anymore on the indecision, she locked her PC, grabbed up her purse, and headed for the door. If she wanted to actually eat during her lunch hour, she’d need to hurry.
*** *** ***
Having finished work on the February issue of Runway some three months ago, Miranda had no intention of recognizing that ridiculously commercial holiday known as Valentine’s Day until the following November, when it came time for the next February issue. That didn’t mean, however, that she was completely unaware of it. She heard the Emilys babbling about it out at their desks. She heard Caroline and Cassidy chattering about it at the dinner table. And at bedtime when she went in to say goodnight.
And at breakfast.
So, really, she couldn’t escape it. And then today…today she read Andrea’s latest article in The Mirror. And for the first time in years she found herself associating a person with that mind-boggling notion of a Valentine. At her age!
She easily, too easily, conjured up a mental image of the vivacious brunette. One from Christmas Day. They hadn’t spoken since then, just a brief exchange of e-mails immediately following the holidays as Andrea wrote to thank her for the day. Miranda thought about her often, though. While reviewing layouts, she found herself thinking certain color schemes would look good against Andrea’s pale skin. While chiding the latest Emily, she found herself thinking of Andrea’s competence and ruefully acknowledging that she did, indeed, miss her presence in the office.
But to actually consider acknowledging Valentine’s Day? To Andrea Sachs? What would she possibly do? She. Miranda Priestly. Send chocolates? Ask her to dinner? Send a dozen red roses?
Insanity. Absolute insanity. Everyone knew there was no such thing as a Mushy Miranda. She simply needed to stop thinking about it. Mind over matter. That’s all.
No. More. Mushy. Miranda.
That’s all.
*** *** ***
It was now almost five o’clock, and Andy was again sitting at her desk. This time nervously biting her nails.
What insanity had taken possession of her during her lunch hour? She felt like she was going to be sick. So there she sat.
Waiting for the repercussions.
*** *** ***
Miranda sat at her desk and stared at the slender vase Emily just placed in front of her. She glanced up at the redhead and raised an intimidating eyebrow. Her assistant took the hint and immediately retreated to the outer office.
The small two inch by two inch envelope stared back at her from its plastic perch.
She took a deep breath and plucked the card from amongst the extraordinarily simple arrangement. Before opening it, she pulled the vase closer to breathe in the subtle fragrance. Some sort of sixth sense told her who the giver was. Someone who knew her better than most. Who would know she distained flamboyant displays. The three ivory roses, with coral-tipped petals, were striking in their simplicity. She pulled the card from its envelope.
I’m still hoping.
Miranda’s lips twitched. Amusement and affection warred within her. Yes, honest affection. She swiveled around to her computer and pulled the keyboard closer.
*** *** ***
Andy’s heart stuttered when she heard the ping of an incoming e-mail message. She pulled Outlook up on her screen and gulped when she saw the sender’s name.
To: asachs@nymirror.com
Sent: Saturday, February 14, 2009 5:25 PM
From: Miranda@usrunway.com
Subject: Me, too
You’re still “in.”
Though she had no way of knowing it at that moment, Andrea was glad there was no one around to see her do a spastic, little “happy dance” in her office chair.
~ R
The following Motivator comes courtesy of our Hostess with the Mostess, gloriously tabu,
tuathadedanaa
.
The Second Valentine's Day