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strangetomato) wrote2008-09-13 07:46 pm
strangetomato) wrote2008-09-13 07:46 pm
Drabble+: Realization
Prompt: Realization
Characters: Frances Worthington, Beau Broke
Wordcount: 700
Imagecount: 14
Warnings: language, if you consider "ass" a naughty word
This ended up being as much about Beau as it was about Frances, if not more, but sometimes you just get inspired.
"So, yeah, I've been buying those dreamcatchers from this old man in the trailer park for years," Beau said.
"Makoto St. Julien. He makes them. He was always over visiting Mom, and he gave me one of them for my childhood transition, and another for my teen transition. It was around that time that we were in serious financial trouble, with the twins in school too, so I looked into selling them. It turns out that they're worth a lot of money if you sell them to the right people. A LOT of money. So now I sell them to rich people and tourists at an exorbitant price, and give a cut to Makoto, though he insists I keep most of it."
"I think we probably have a few of those in the guest room at home, actually," Frances nodded.
"I'll bet you do. Sims just eat that stuff up. Yeah, they love anything "authentic", folksy, and salt of the earth, especially if it has some connection to ancient cultures."
Frances marveled at Beau's ability to understand people and their desires, and then use that knowledge to manipulate them. And fair enough, he figured. Why not?
"So anyway...," Beau continued, "That's the deal with the dreamcatchers." They chatted some more about their childhoods, and how different they were from each other, and how difficult it was for them, of all people, to grow up in that situation. It was a typical college conversation. Feeling bolder than usual, Frances was the first to bring up "the gay thing."
"Do you ever get that question? You know the one... when did you realize you were gay?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I hate that."
"Well, I'm sure they're just curious."
"Maybe, but nobody ever asks a straight person that. And I also don't even know. I didn't wake up one day and decide I was gay. I'm not sure of the exact moment I realized it. It was sort of always there... well, as far as anyone knows about their sexuality as a child."
"Yeah, exactly."
"My mother probably knew more than I did," he continued, "She always seemed so worried about me, that I was behaving in ways that weren't normal for a boy."
"Yeah, Mom probably felt that way at times too," Beau said, "but I think she probably just thought I was sensitive. She never said anything about it, anyway. I think she liked that I was interested in the things she did around the house. She liked the company. Dustin, my brother, was the one who picked up on it more than anyone, I think, and he tried to toughen me up. I suppose it worked too, to an extent. Yeah, It didn't make me any less gay, but at least I'm not a wuss, right?"
Frances started to laugh. It was one of those things that got funnier and funnier the more you laughed at it.
"Now I can kick your ass and stare at it too." Beau howled with laugher. "Well, hardly. Can you imagine me in a fight? Yeah, my bones would snap like toothpicks. But I'm tough enough. I'm no Dustin, but I can handle myself."
Once they caught their breath, Frances continued. "So did you have one of those moments of realization?"
"Yeah, actually, I did."
"Really? When did you figure it out?"
"In the air."
"What?"
"Yeah, I was being swung around through the air over Dirk Dreamer's head.
"One of Dustin's friends - very attractive guy. And I was fascinated with him. I thought it was just a sort of jealousy at first, like I wanted to BE him, but then that one day when he was carrying on and swinging me around...
"I was just soaring through the air, and it was so thrilling."
"I imagine that soaring through the air is always thrilling."
"Yeah, but it wasn't just that. It was the fact that he was paying attention to me. I had a crush on him. He was swinging me around and suddenly all I could think was, 'This is why I don't like girls.'"
Beau paused, and had a moment of uncharacteristic self-consciousness. "Pretty silly, huh?"
"Not at all."
Characters: Frances Worthington, Beau Broke
Wordcount: 700
Imagecount: 14
Warnings: language, if you consider "ass" a naughty word
This ended up being as much about Beau as it was about Frances, if not more, but sometimes you just get inspired.
"So, yeah, I've been buying those dreamcatchers from this old man in the trailer park for years," Beau said.
"Makoto St. Julien. He makes them. He was always over visiting Mom, and he gave me one of them for my childhood transition, and another for my teen transition. It was around that time that we were in serious financial trouble, with the twins in school too, so I looked into selling them. It turns out that they're worth a lot of money if you sell them to the right people. A LOT of money. So now I sell them to rich people and tourists at an exorbitant price, and give a cut to Makoto, though he insists I keep most of it."
"I think we probably have a few of those in the guest room at home, actually," Frances nodded.
"I'll bet you do. Sims just eat that stuff up. Yeah, they love anything "authentic", folksy, and salt of the earth, especially if it has some connection to ancient cultures."
Frances marveled at Beau's ability to understand people and their desires, and then use that knowledge to manipulate them. And fair enough, he figured. Why not?
"So anyway...," Beau continued, "That's the deal with the dreamcatchers." They chatted some more about their childhoods, and how different they were from each other, and how difficult it was for them, of all people, to grow up in that situation. It was a typical college conversation. Feeling bolder than usual, Frances was the first to bring up "the gay thing."
"Do you ever get that question? You know the one... when did you realize you were gay?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I hate that."
"Well, I'm sure they're just curious."
"Maybe, but nobody ever asks a straight person that. And I also don't even know. I didn't wake up one day and decide I was gay. I'm not sure of the exact moment I realized it. It was sort of always there... well, as far as anyone knows about their sexuality as a child."
"Yeah, exactly."
"My mother probably knew more than I did," he continued, "She always seemed so worried about me, that I was behaving in ways that weren't normal for a boy."
"Yeah, Mom probably felt that way at times too," Beau said, "but I think she probably just thought I was sensitive. She never said anything about it, anyway. I think she liked that I was interested in the things she did around the house. She liked the company. Dustin, my brother, was the one who picked up on it more than anyone, I think, and he tried to toughen me up. I suppose it worked too, to an extent. Yeah, It didn't make me any less gay, but at least I'm not a wuss, right?"
Frances started to laugh. It was one of those things that got funnier and funnier the more you laughed at it.
"Now I can kick your ass and stare at it too." Beau howled with laugher. "Well, hardly. Can you imagine me in a fight? Yeah, my bones would snap like toothpicks. But I'm tough enough. I'm no Dustin, but I can handle myself."
Once they caught their breath, Frances continued. "So did you have one of those moments of realization?"
"Yeah, actually, I did."
"Really? When did you figure it out?"
"In the air."
"What?"
"Yeah, I was being swung around through the air over Dirk Dreamer's head.
"One of Dustin's friends - very attractive guy. And I was fascinated with him. I thought it was just a sort of jealousy at first, like I wanted to BE him, but then that one day when he was carrying on and swinging me around...
"I was just soaring through the air, and it was so thrilling."
"I imagine that soaring through the air is always thrilling."
"Yeah, but it wasn't just that. It was the fact that he was paying attention to me. I had a crush on him. He was swinging me around and suddenly all I could think was, 'This is why I don't like girls.'"
Beau paused, and had a moment of uncharacteristic self-consciousness. "Pretty silly, huh?"
"Not at all."
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I've missed Frances too, which is why this drabble worked it's way ahead of the chapter update in my creative queue. I have a big installment lined up for him soon. One of the parts of chapter 27 will be all about Frances.
The peek-a-boo is really cute. I used it for a part of the next chapter. Hooray for new animations! It's fun to find places to work them in.
Thanks. I like doing them. Sometimes the chapters are just too big. I like doing short little snippets too. I'll proably continue to do that with drabbles and challenges. I like how I can just do a scene and not worry about connecting it to a larger narrative flow.
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I cannot wait for the Frances update. I love his new attitude now, he's more confident with himself and it makes me go ":DDDDDDD" ..as you can see. I'm loving Beau as well, any conversation between those two is just hilarious and sweet at the same time. (Bahaha, I just thought maybe their second kiss could be the suck face interactions, since Frances is the king of awkward, in a good way! Their first kiss is already accompanied by creeper chef(I'll never forget him).)
I love all the new animations. Every time I "discover" a new one in game, I think of all the cute possibilities they can have in sim stories. I saw the "watch stars" animation and immediately thought of Phi/Ripp. I'M BEGINNING TO FALL FOR THEM NOW. D: You could probably work Johnny into it, too. Johnny/Phi would be cute, too, since he has the choice of doing the whole hybrid thing with Jane and blahblah I'm rambling. XD
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Hey, you don't know if that's a Beau/Frances kiss! *shakes finger*
Heheh. It's okay. I like rambling. :D
I like the under the stars thing for Ripp and Phi too. I actually wrote something just like that in one of the shorter things - the one about the "three closest friends." After Ripp imagines himself rolling around in the dirt with Phi, he likes to think of them lying there, looking up at the stars.