Prompt # 036
Title: True Colors
Author: bast2
Fandom: The Witches of Eastwick
Pairing: Sukie Ridgemont/Felicia Alden
Rating: M
Word Count: 400
Excerpt from Sukie Ridgemont's diary:
The night was very dark as the moon had waned to almost nothing. Felicia lurched ahead on her crutches and I followed dutifully behind her. Since her crying out against me in the hospital, she had, upon release, entreated me to meet with her secretly, telling me there was danger and much I needed to know. To smooth tension between Clyde and myself I agreed.
She lead me into a forest of oak and elm, to a hillock where one tree grew. There she stopped and turned to me. Though the night was cool, I could see the sweat beads glistening on her upper lip.
"Sukie, I'm going to tell you something no one knows. Not even Clyde." She grasped my wrist and held it tight.
"In 1692, my great grandmother was hanged as a witch. Before she died, she gave her daughter something, which was passed to her daughter, then to my mother, who passed it to me. I never understood the significance until now, though something compelled me to hide them away." She swallowed hard, then pointed with her crutch to a spot under the elm. "Dig," she commanded.
I did so. Everyone knew Felicia had gone off the deep end since breaking her leg, and pity made me comply. After five minutes of working the earth, my fingers felt canvas. I loosened the ground's hold on it, knocked away the clods, and held up a sack. I could feel Felicia's heat as she moved closer to me.
"Open it."
I loosened the cord and shook the contents into my hand. Sticks with multi-colored orbs on the end began to glow. I held them up to Felicia. The lights made a rainbow of her face, and her crutches fell away. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me, her breath as sweet as a baby's. As her lips lingered on mine, I suddenly knew everything. About Daryl. About Jane and Alexandra. About us. My body tingled and gravity lost it's hold. We rose entwined, several feet into the air. Bewitched.
Since that night I have never been the same. Felicia and I continue our clandestine meetings, using the sticks as whimsy comes. Yet I fear for us. Daryl, Jane and Alex have vowed revenge.
But at night, as we float, laughing and loving above the cherry trees, my fear turns into bliss.
Author: bast2
Fandom: The Witches of Eastwick
Pairing: Sukie Ridgemont/Felicia Alden
Rating: M
Word Count: 400
Excerpt from Sukie Ridgemont's diary:
The night was very dark as the moon had waned to almost nothing. Felicia lurched ahead on her crutches and I followed dutifully behind her. Since her crying out against me in the hospital, she had, upon release, entreated me to meet with her secretly, telling me there was danger and much I needed to know. To smooth tension between Clyde and myself I agreed.
She lead me into a forest of oak and elm, to a hillock where one tree grew. There she stopped and turned to me. Though the night was cool, I could see the sweat beads glistening on her upper lip.
"Sukie, I'm going to tell you something no one knows. Not even Clyde." She grasped my wrist and held it tight.
"In 1692, my great grandmother was hanged as a witch. Before she died, she gave her daughter something, which was passed to her daughter, then to my mother, who passed it to me. I never understood the significance until now, though something compelled me to hide them away." She swallowed hard, then pointed with her crutch to a spot under the elm. "Dig," she commanded.
I did so. Everyone knew Felicia had gone off the deep end since breaking her leg, and pity made me comply. After five minutes of working the earth, my fingers felt canvas. I loosened the ground's hold on it, knocked away the clods, and held up a sack. I could feel Felicia's heat as she moved closer to me.
"Open it."
I loosened the cord and shook the contents into my hand. Sticks with multi-colored orbs on the end began to glow. I held them up to Felicia. The lights made a rainbow of her face, and her crutches fell away. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me, her breath as sweet as a baby's. As her lips lingered on mine, I suddenly knew everything. About Daryl. About Jane and Alexandra. About us. My body tingled and gravity lost it's hold. We rose entwined, several feet into the air. Bewitched.
Since that night I have never been the same. Felicia and I continue our clandestine meetings, using the sticks as whimsy comes. Yet I fear for us. Daryl, Jane and Alex have vowed revenge.
But at night, as we float, laughing and loving above the cherry trees, my fear turns into bliss.