Pretend (Golden Girls; Blanche/Dorothy; #486: Unconditional; G/K)
Title: Pretend
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 #486: Unconditional
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 225
Date Written: 19 March, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
You're smiling tonight. Every eye is on you, but that's nothing new. You always turn heads whenever you enter a room. It's cliche, I know, but every man wants you and every woman wants to be you. Except me. That's another thing that I have in common with the "stronger" gender: I don't want to be you, Blanche. I want to have you, to love you passionately, so passionately that our story will make you forget every other story you've ever told us.
I know that's impossible, but I've never been one to reach for the possible. I wanted to be a teacher who sculpted lives; now, I'm barely a substitute. I wanted to be rich and be able to take care of Ma in ease; we barely make ends meet. I wanted to straighten Stan out and raise our family together. The latter may have happened, but the first is a ridiculous notion if ever there was one.
I want to love you and be loved by you unconditionally. It's another dream that will never happen. But as I touch your arm, your eyes light up, and you laugh, I can pretend that I'm the reason for your smile, for the way your glow lights up the room. And with your eyes beaming up into mine, I can even pretend, for tonight, it's enough.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 #486: Unconditional
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 225
Date Written: 19 March, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
You're smiling tonight. Every eye is on you, but that's nothing new. You always turn heads whenever you enter a room. It's cliche, I know, but every man wants you and every woman wants to be you. Except me. That's another thing that I have in common with the "stronger" gender: I don't want to be you, Blanche. I want to have you, to love you passionately, so passionately that our story will make you forget every other story you've ever told us.
I know that's impossible, but I've never been one to reach for the possible. I wanted to be a teacher who sculpted lives; now, I'm barely a substitute. I wanted to be rich and be able to take care of Ma in ease; we barely make ends meet. I wanted to straighten Stan out and raise our family together. The latter may have happened, but the first is a ridiculous notion if ever there was one.
I want to love you and be loved by you unconditionally. It's another dream that will never happen. But as I touch your arm, your eyes light up, and you laugh, I can pretend that I'm the reason for your smile, for the way your glow lights up the room. And with your eyes beaming up into mine, I can even pretend, for tonight, it's enough.
The End