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Seeing Red --> An Odd Number of Stars
Rainbow Sherbert 1. Red
Hot Fudge
Malt: isanah’s Stocking Stuffer: "You're going to LOVE! ME!" -- Fluttershy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Gummy Bunny: 500themes: 5. Fatal accident.
rating: G words: 462 summary: Camille and Daisy met
“Hey, I’m Tara.” Camille had the fake name down perfectly, saying it with the same ease that she announced her own name. The blonde sitting at the bar gave Camille a look filled with a curious mixture of curiosity and distain before she shifted in her chair.
“Well, if we’re using fake names…” she had a slight drawl and the piercing look she gave Camille made the young French woman feel an uncharacteristic blush.
“It’s not a fake name.” Camille’s defence was feeble. The blonde straightened, her body language betraying her interest in Camille.
“Well then, my name is Clara Schleswig-Holstein.” The blonde countered with a charming smile, sticking out her hand for Camille to shake.
“That’s a German city.” Camille pointed out with a smirk. As if she was that dumb…
“I’m first generation immigrant.” The young blonde’s explanation flowed almost effortlessly. “My father was a Graf of that city. Technically my name is Clara von Schleswig Holstein.” Camille was astounded, though she arranged her features not to let her surprise show. The added detail of the German title of the nobility surprised her.
“You speak German then?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. The girl had admitted to begin with that this was her fake name: Camille was determined to find a flaw in it.
“My father was a Jew, so he has denounced all his connections to his Fatherland.” Camille jumped at the flaw in the young woman’s fictional family history.
“A Jewish man who is also landed nobility?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, though there was a smile playing on her lips.
“And, according to my story, my father must be some sort of creep because I was only born in the eighties.” The young blonde agreed, smiling ruefully. “Most people I fake name stop at the “my father was Jewish” though. Score a lot of sympathy points with that one.” Camille couldn’t help return the grin.
“Well, you did catch me out.” She extended her hand again, this time in a serious manner, meaning the conventional greeting. “Let’s start again. I’m Camille.”
“Hey Camille.” The blonde replied, shaking her hand. “I’m Daisy.” Camille saw her hesitate for a split second and wondered whether this was not another fake name. She decided it wasn’t after the girl gave her an honest grin.
“Well, Daisy, can I buy you a drink?” There it was again: that shadow of doubt again as she paused, as if something was bothering her. And then she shrugged.
“Sure.” She agreed dazzling Camille with a smile that made Camille sure she’d imagined the doubt.
Rainbow Sherbert 1. Red
Hot Fudge
Malt: isanah’s Stocking Stuffer: "You're going to LOVE! ME!" -- Fluttershy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Gummy Bunny: 500themes: 5. Fatal accident.
rating: G words: 462 summary: Camille and Daisy met
“Hey, I’m Tara.” Camille had the fake name down perfectly, saying it with the same ease that she announced her own name. The blonde sitting at the bar gave Camille a look filled with a curious mixture of curiosity and distain before she shifted in her chair.
“Well, if we’re using fake names…” she had a slight drawl and the piercing look she gave Camille made the young French woman feel an uncharacteristic blush.
“It’s not a fake name.” Camille’s defence was feeble. The blonde straightened, her body language betraying her interest in Camille.
“Well then, my name is Clara Schleswig-Holstein.” The blonde countered with a charming smile, sticking out her hand for Camille to shake.
“That’s a German city.” Camille pointed out with a smirk. As if she was that dumb…
“I’m first generation immigrant.” The young blonde’s explanation flowed almost effortlessly. “My father was a Graf of that city. Technically my name is Clara von Schleswig Holstein.” Camille was astounded, though she arranged her features not to let her surprise show. The added detail of the German title of the nobility surprised her.
“You speak German then?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. The girl had admitted to begin with that this was her fake name: Camille was determined to find a flaw in it.
“My father was a Jew, so he has denounced all his connections to his Fatherland.” Camille jumped at the flaw in the young woman’s fictional family history.
“A Jewish man who is also landed nobility?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, though there was a smile playing on her lips.
“And, according to my story, my father must be some sort of creep because I was only born in the eighties.” The young blonde agreed, smiling ruefully. “Most people I fake name stop at the “my father was Jewish” though. Score a lot of sympathy points with that one.” Camille couldn’t help return the grin.
“Well, you did catch me out.” She extended her hand again, this time in a serious manner, meaning the conventional greeting. “Let’s start again. I’m Camille.”
“Hey Camille.” The blonde replied, shaking her hand. “I’m Daisy.” Camille saw her hesitate for a split second and wondered whether this was not another fake name. She decided it wasn’t after the girl gave her an honest grin.
“Well, Daisy, can I buy you a drink?” There it was again: that shadow of doubt again as she paused, as if something was bothering her. And then she shrugged.
“Sure.” She agreed dazzling Camille with a smile that made Camille sure she’d imagined the doubt.