Of a Different Weave
Title: Of a Different Weave
Author: Angel Leviathan
Disclaimer: Wicked, the characters, concept, etc, aren't mine.
Rating: PG
Verse: Book
Prompt Name: Roots.
Summary: Pfannee was not her father’s daughter. In fact, in truth she was not her mother’s daughter either.
Notes: None.
Pfannee was not her father’s daughter. In fact, in truth she was not her mother’s daughter either. She had started out life as a burden and become an experiment in a matter of days. Her ‘mother’s’ brother had knocked-up some poor backstreet city girl and the price of her silence had been the raising of the child and enough money to see her through the next few years. So, the aunt whom she was soon to learn to call ‘mother’ had been entrusted with the day old baby girl and told that she and her husband must raise her as their own. This in itself had not been a problem, not until the girl grew; not until they had real, blooded children of their own.
Slaving over the start of an essay (the rest of the assignment would conveniently vanish the moment she hiked up her skirts and hopped up onto her professor’s desk) Pfannee once again cursed her beloved sisters. None of them had been granted the ‘honour’ of attending university. They were all safe at home, batting their eyelashes and smiling sweetly in the direction of whichever wealthy suitors would have them. Nobody wanted a girl that could think. And her parents knew it.
They were jealous. Those siblings, even her mother. For all the low circumstances of her birth, Pfannee outclassed them all in beauty and charm. Temper, too, but that she had learned to keep well under wraps when in the presence of family. University got her out of the way; lessened the damage she might cause. Eliminated her as a threat. All the money spent to keep her there, on the dresses and well-to-do possessions, her Ama, all meant nothing, for she herself meant nothing. She had to find her own path. Find some rich boy to take her on. Otherwise be left to depend on the charity of sisters who were not sisters at all.
The following week, she returned home for a few days during the break, a friend in tow. She presented Shenshen as her closest friend and darling roommate, knowing full-well what secrets, what feelings the girl was hiding. They would only add to the realism.
Pfannee waited a day or two; made a show of checking that her mother wasn’t around, then pulled Shenshen against her and kissed her, manipulating bitter anger into intense passion.
She glimpsed her mother watching and met her gaze, twisting her lips into a vicious smile against Shenshen’s.
Give me every opportunity the others get or blood will tell. I will shame you. I will not go quietly.
Pfannee did not graduate from Shiz University.
She was married six months before the end of what would have been her final year.
She regretted not a thing.
Not even Shenshen’s tears.
Fin
Author: Angel Leviathan
Disclaimer: Wicked, the characters, concept, etc, aren't mine.
Rating: PG
Verse: Book
Prompt Name: Roots.
Summary: Pfannee was not her father’s daughter. In fact, in truth she was not her mother’s daughter either.
Notes: None.
Pfannee was not her father’s daughter. In fact, in truth she was not her mother’s daughter either. She had started out life as a burden and become an experiment in a matter of days. Her ‘mother’s’ brother had knocked-up some poor backstreet city girl and the price of her silence had been the raising of the child and enough money to see her through the next few years. So, the aunt whom she was soon to learn to call ‘mother’ had been entrusted with the day old baby girl and told that she and her husband must raise her as their own. This in itself had not been a problem, not until the girl grew; not until they had real, blooded children of their own.
Slaving over the start of an essay (the rest of the assignment would conveniently vanish the moment she hiked up her skirts and hopped up onto her professor’s desk) Pfannee once again cursed her beloved sisters. None of them had been granted the ‘honour’ of attending university. They were all safe at home, batting their eyelashes and smiling sweetly in the direction of whichever wealthy suitors would have them. Nobody wanted a girl that could think. And her parents knew it.
They were jealous. Those siblings, even her mother. For all the low circumstances of her birth, Pfannee outclassed them all in beauty and charm. Temper, too, but that she had learned to keep well under wraps when in the presence of family. University got her out of the way; lessened the damage she might cause. Eliminated her as a threat. All the money spent to keep her there, on the dresses and well-to-do possessions, her Ama, all meant nothing, for she herself meant nothing. She had to find her own path. Find some rich boy to take her on. Otherwise be left to depend on the charity of sisters who were not sisters at all.
The following week, she returned home for a few days during the break, a friend in tow. She presented Shenshen as her closest friend and darling roommate, knowing full-well what secrets, what feelings the girl was hiding. They would only add to the realism.
Pfannee waited a day or two; made a show of checking that her mother wasn’t around, then pulled Shenshen against her and kissed her, manipulating bitter anger into intense passion.
She glimpsed her mother watching and met her gaze, twisting her lips into a vicious smile against Shenshen’s.
Give me every opportunity the others get or blood will tell. I will shame you. I will not go quietly.
Pfannee did not graduate from Shiz University.
She was married six months before the end of what would have been her final year.
She regretted not a thing.
Not even Shenshen’s tears.
Fin