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Miranda in the Garden of Good and Evil, (Part 24)
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
Emily and Christian trudged down the road. The inhabitants of downtown all seemed to be without transportation which left them to travel on foot.
“Where to now?” Christian asked finally with minor annoyance.
Emily sighed, “I don’t know yet, let me think.” There was a pause, “let’s just get to the train station and see where the trains that left today were headed.”
After a few minutes Christian laughed. “Can you believe that Miranda cut the brakes? I can’t picture it, can you? Miranda Priestly even knowing where to find the brake cable on a motorbike.”
“She’s full of surprises. It’s never boring working for her.”
“How’s your wrist, can I do something for it?” Christian looked at Emily’s hand pressed against her stomach.
“I’m fine.” Emily insisted. “It’s not broken.”
“Alright,” Andy said, as they walked through the station at Lübben, Germany. “Pronounce it one more time.”
“Ler-ben.” Miranda said again, “there’s an umlaut over the u which makes it have an er sound and if you say Looben one more time I’m going to kill myself.”
Andy laughed, “give me a break.”
“After 4 months of torture about Aloysius, you have it coming.” Miranda smirked. “German cuisine awaits us. We’re going to have dinner and then take the train to Berlin. I have an old friend there and I hope he’ll put us up.”
“A Miranda friend?”
“A Carlotta friend.”
“Still alive?”
“I wasn’t Carlotta that long ago.” Miranda rolled her eyes, “I estimate that he’d be 80 but I haven’t heard of his death.”
They got to the storefront of a restaurant and Miranda’s eyes sped over the menu, then ushered Andy inside. The tables were long and people were scattered among the tables. Miranda lead the way to a table occupied by six other people. “Bitte, ist hier noch frei?”
“Ja, bitte.” The man nodded to the seat.
“How many languages do you speak, Miranda?” Andy took a glass of water a waiter set down for her.
“Twelve. But three of them are dead so I don’t really count them.” She looked up at Andy’s expression of awe. “Andrea, I’m 140 years old, I never forget anything I see or hear and I like academia and languages. Don’t act so surprised.”
“Tell me more about Carlotta’s friend.”
“He was a young lieutenant in WWII, he’s English and he’s been stationed in West Berlin since the 70s.”
“You were close?”
“Are you asking if we slept together?”
Andy nodded. “Yes, but I was trying to ask it with a lot more tact than that.”
“I don’t see how it matters, actually.” Miranda said, looking over a menu.
“I don’t have the right to ask you about your past sexual history? I think that matters considering that we’re currently in a sexual relationship.”
“That was literally a lifetime ago and I really don’t find it to be relevant.” Miranda looked over at Andy.
“Why is it such a big deal for you to just tell me?”
“Because of the reason why you want to know.”
“You presume to know my reasons?” Andy smirked.
Miranda’s cell phone vibrated and Miranda pulled it out of her pocket and opened the picture message. An A+ spelling test for Cassidy. Tears sprung to Miranda’s eyes and as she wiped at them she asked, “can we please table this discussion for now?”
“I can’t believe that we stole a mule.” Emily deadpanned with an eyeroll.
Christian sighed. “Would it make you happy if I gave it back after I got a motorized vehicle?”
“A little.” Emily admitted.
“Then I will.”
“Really? That’s awfully virtuous of you.” Emily was surprised.
“I think you have a very skewed view on this whole light versus dark issue. It isn’t so much an indesputable fact of nature that God is right and Lucifer is wrong. It’s so much more complex than that. It’s like political rivals. There are pros and cons to both sides.”
“What’s the pro of Satan?”
“Well, for one, Lucifer was punished because he dared to asked why.”
“He led an army against God.”
“The Americans led an army against the British.” Christian pointed out, “and the only reason why they aren’t villified is because they won.”
“Yeah, and we’re still kind of miffed about that, actually.” Emily smirked.
Christian smiled affectionately, “all I’m saying is that there’s a lot more to the issue than people ever really consider.”
“Hey, what about that house?” Emily pointed to the farmhouse on the horizon.
“You think Miranda would have stayed on a farm? Really?” Christian sighed, “I don’t even know why you’re so convinced that they were staying in the area.”
“The dog, Christian!” Emily snapped, “that dog is a huge asset to them and Miranda wouldn’t abandon it. If it wasn’t with them there are two conclusions I draw: they are staying locally and that they felt very secure in their hiding spot - meaning that it was somewhere Miranda didn’t think we’d look. And a farmhouse? Definitely not someplace I would look for Miranda.”
“You’re saying that you want to look in the farmhouse because you wouldn’t look there for Miranda?”
“Exactly.” She nodded. “If we want to know where she’s going we need to know where she’s been. She probably left some things behind, they had to leave in a hurry.”
“Okay, so I’ve been thinking.” Andy said as they settled onto the train, “I don’t care who you’ve slept with and it was a moment of jealousy, I suppose.”
“Thank you.” Miranda said curtly.
“Are you mad at me?” Andy bit her lip.
Miranda shook her head but said nothing. Priestly jumped into Miranda’s lap and curled up against her. Andy sighed. Miranda looked up at her. “Don’t do that. Don’t take everything I do so personally.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andy furrowed her brow.
“It means that I’m upset because I can’t be with my daughters, which doesn’t mean I’m mad at you. I believe that I’m allowed to feel emotions that aren’t connected to you, am I not?”
Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda and set her chin on her shoulder. “Of course you are, I’m sorry, tell me more about the twins.”
“At the start of this whole thing I talked to my mother, she’s an angel, she came down and told me that you are my charge and I asked about my girls. I didn’t think I could become pregnant because I’m a mixed breed. I hoped beyond hope that they were like me, that they were immortal too. She shot those hopes to Hell. She told me they’re human, they have none of my DNA, they’re mortal. I had to give up every ounce of my false hope. Now I can’t stop thinking about them running into some thug in a dark alley or if someone shows up to their school with a gun…”
Andy gave Miranda a squeeze, “every mother goes through that, Miranda. It’s not easy for anyone. It’s the world we live in.”
Miranda closed her eyes, “no matter what horrible scenario I come up with it doesn’t matter because I will have to deal with their deaths. I will have to watch my children die. No mother wants to outlive her children. I can’t imagine a worse hell.”
“What if you had to spend eternity with Jacqueline Follet?” Andy whispered playfully.
Miranda rewarded her with a small laugh, “alright, it’s the second worse hell I can imagine.”
Andy kissed Miranda’s temple.
“There’s so little time.” Miranda whispered, serious again, “in the grand scheme of things there’s so little time…”
♥
I'm coming to the end. This is going to end somewhere between parts 27 and 30, I'll have a better idea once I write 25 how far I've gone and how far I've yet to go. To everyone who's been with me since July 6th when the first part was posted I want to give a very sincere thank you for sticking around and being so wonderful and complimentary. You guys really make me want to write this in an expeditious manner. ♥♥♥
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
Emily and Christian trudged down the road. The inhabitants of downtown all seemed to be without transportation which left them to travel on foot.
“Where to now?” Christian asked finally with minor annoyance.
Emily sighed, “I don’t know yet, let me think.” There was a pause, “let’s just get to the train station and see where the trains that left today were headed.”
After a few minutes Christian laughed. “Can you believe that Miranda cut the brakes? I can’t picture it, can you? Miranda Priestly even knowing where to find the brake cable on a motorbike.”
“She’s full of surprises. It’s never boring working for her.”
“How’s your wrist, can I do something for it?” Christian looked at Emily’s hand pressed against her stomach.
“I’m fine.” Emily insisted. “It’s not broken.”
“Alright,” Andy said, as they walked through the station at Lübben, Germany. “Pronounce it one more time.”
“Ler-ben.” Miranda said again, “there’s an umlaut over the u which makes it have an er sound and if you say Looben one more time I’m going to kill myself.”
Andy laughed, “give me a break.”
“After 4 months of torture about Aloysius, you have it coming.” Miranda smirked. “German cuisine awaits us. We’re going to have dinner and then take the train to Berlin. I have an old friend there and I hope he’ll put us up.”
“A Miranda friend?”
“A Carlotta friend.”
“Still alive?”
“I wasn’t Carlotta that long ago.” Miranda rolled her eyes, “I estimate that he’d be 80 but I haven’t heard of his death.”
They got to the storefront of a restaurant and Miranda’s eyes sped over the menu, then ushered Andy inside. The tables were long and people were scattered among the tables. Miranda lead the way to a table occupied by six other people. “Bitte, ist hier noch frei?”
“Ja, bitte.” The man nodded to the seat.
“How many languages do you speak, Miranda?” Andy took a glass of water a waiter set down for her.
“Twelve. But three of them are dead so I don’t really count them.” She looked up at Andy’s expression of awe. “Andrea, I’m 140 years old, I never forget anything I see or hear and I like academia and languages. Don’t act so surprised.”
“Tell me more about Carlotta’s friend.”
“He was a young lieutenant in WWII, he’s English and he’s been stationed in West Berlin since the 70s.”
“You were close?”
“Are you asking if we slept together?”
Andy nodded. “Yes, but I was trying to ask it with a lot more tact than that.”
“I don’t see how it matters, actually.” Miranda said, looking over a menu.
“I don’t have the right to ask you about your past sexual history? I think that matters considering that we’re currently in a sexual relationship.”
“That was literally a lifetime ago and I really don’t find it to be relevant.” Miranda looked over at Andy.
“Why is it such a big deal for you to just tell me?”
“Because of the reason why you want to know.”
“You presume to know my reasons?” Andy smirked.
Miranda’s cell phone vibrated and Miranda pulled it out of her pocket and opened the picture message. An A+ spelling test for Cassidy. Tears sprung to Miranda’s eyes and as she wiped at them she asked, “can we please table this discussion for now?”
“I can’t believe that we stole a mule.” Emily deadpanned with an eyeroll.
Christian sighed. “Would it make you happy if I gave it back after I got a motorized vehicle?”
“A little.” Emily admitted.
“Then I will.”
“Really? That’s awfully virtuous of you.” Emily was surprised.
“I think you have a very skewed view on this whole light versus dark issue. It isn’t so much an indesputable fact of nature that God is right and Lucifer is wrong. It’s so much more complex than that. It’s like political rivals. There are pros and cons to both sides.”
“What’s the pro of Satan?”
“Well, for one, Lucifer was punished because he dared to asked why.”
“He led an army against God.”
“The Americans led an army against the British.” Christian pointed out, “and the only reason why they aren’t villified is because they won.”
“Yeah, and we’re still kind of miffed about that, actually.” Emily smirked.
Christian smiled affectionately, “all I’m saying is that there’s a lot more to the issue than people ever really consider.”
“Hey, what about that house?” Emily pointed to the farmhouse on the horizon.
“You think Miranda would have stayed on a farm? Really?” Christian sighed, “I don’t even know why you’re so convinced that they were staying in the area.”
“The dog, Christian!” Emily snapped, “that dog is a huge asset to them and Miranda wouldn’t abandon it. If it wasn’t with them there are two conclusions I draw: they are staying locally and that they felt very secure in their hiding spot - meaning that it was somewhere Miranda didn’t think we’d look. And a farmhouse? Definitely not someplace I would look for Miranda.”
“You’re saying that you want to look in the farmhouse because you wouldn’t look there for Miranda?”
“Exactly.” She nodded. “If we want to know where she’s going we need to know where she’s been. She probably left some things behind, they had to leave in a hurry.”
“Okay, so I’ve been thinking.” Andy said as they settled onto the train, “I don’t care who you’ve slept with and it was a moment of jealousy, I suppose.”
“Thank you.” Miranda said curtly.
“Are you mad at me?” Andy bit her lip.
Miranda shook her head but said nothing. Priestly jumped into Miranda’s lap and curled up against her. Andy sighed. Miranda looked up at her. “Don’t do that. Don’t take everything I do so personally.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andy furrowed her brow.
“It means that I’m upset because I can’t be with my daughters, which doesn’t mean I’m mad at you. I believe that I’m allowed to feel emotions that aren’t connected to you, am I not?”
Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda and set her chin on her shoulder. “Of course you are, I’m sorry, tell me more about the twins.”
“At the start of this whole thing I talked to my mother, she’s an angel, she came down and told me that you are my charge and I asked about my girls. I didn’t think I could become pregnant because I’m a mixed breed. I hoped beyond hope that they were like me, that they were immortal too. She shot those hopes to Hell. She told me they’re human, they have none of my DNA, they’re mortal. I had to give up every ounce of my false hope. Now I can’t stop thinking about them running into some thug in a dark alley or if someone shows up to their school with a gun…”
Andy gave Miranda a squeeze, “every mother goes through that, Miranda. It’s not easy for anyone. It’s the world we live in.”
Miranda closed her eyes, “no matter what horrible scenario I come up with it doesn’t matter because I will have to deal with their deaths. I will have to watch my children die. No mother wants to outlive her children. I can’t imagine a worse hell.”
“What if you had to spend eternity with Jacqueline Follet?” Andy whispered playfully.
Miranda rewarded her with a small laugh, “alright, it’s the second worse hell I can imagine.”
Andy kissed Miranda’s temple.
“There’s so little time.” Miranda whispered, serious again, “in the grand scheme of things there’s so little time…”
♥
I'm coming to the end. This is going to end somewhere between parts 27 and 30, I'll have a better idea once I write 25 how far I've gone and how far I've yet to go. To everyone who's been with me since July 6th when the first part was posted I want to give a very sincere thank you for sticking around and being so wonderful and complimentary. You guys really make me want to write this in an expeditious manner. ♥♥♥