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said_scarlett) wrote2006-07-12 12:43 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2006-07-12 12:43 pm
Suburban Jungle - Scar/Lust - PG-13
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lacidiana is to blame for this. Technically this takes place in my Leyna-verse, but I do not consider it canon. Er... if that makes any sense. This is crack.Title: Suburban Jungle
Author:
theladyfeyleneCharacter: Lust
Prompt: 041, wealth
Pairing: Scar/Lust
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Uh... movie?
Summary: The dangers of Amestris and the complexities of Central City politics were nothing on the catty, vindictive wars of wealthy American suburban mothers....
Lust circled the great, hulking beast that rested between the house and the fence. She frowned at it, moving slowly and deliberately as she watched it. Her eyes were narrowed and a frown creased her features. It was large. It was imposing. It was dark red. It looked ridiculously out of place.
Pausing, Lust reflected that automotives had come a very long way. The first truck they’d ever owned - stolen, really - had been squat and open and broke down every six or seven miles. Airbags, reclining seats, air conditioning… none of it was even a glimmer in some mechanic’s eye. They’d been happy to have a tarp to cover up the cab with.
And now she was holding the keys to a brand new Ford Windstar - because Scar only ever bought Ford - and it had sliding doors and room for more passengers than Lust ever wanted to be taxiing around. And it was an anniversary gift. There was even a bow on it, though Lust suspected that hadn’t been her husband’s idea.
“It’s… large,” she finally said, glancing over to shoot Scar a look.
“It seats seven comfortably,” he grumbled, opening one of the doors to show her inside. She swore there was something in the air of this world. Every man had some strange interest in automobiles, and Scar ended up being no exception.
“And why would I need to fit seven people in my vehicle?”
Scar coughed. He cleared his throat. He shrugged. Lust crossed her arms and lifted her eyebrows.
“Daniel starts soccer,” he finally grunted.
Lust supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. Daniel - the eldest of their two children - was athletic and outgoing and far too involved in extra-curricular activities for Lust’s sake. Last year it had been hockey.
“And you expect me to ferry about a herd of teenaged boys?” Lust questioned, poking her head inside the vehicle.
“Someone has to.”
Yes, and it isn’t going to be you. Lust sighed and slipped into the driver’s seat. It was high off of the ground and she felt ridiculous. But… all the other mothers in the neighborhood had a great hulking beast of a car like this. They were cookie cut-outs, Lust reflected, each and every one of them. Always trying to outdo one another, because they had just enough money to be arrogant about it. And most of them had last year’s model. And Lust could deal with a handful of slobbering young men. And they did tend to slobber - but they also tended to trim the hedges for free and pick up the groceries and do every other little thing she asked of them.
“It’s roomy,” Lust remarked, finally. She leaned back and gripped the steering wheel, checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. She could have been another cookie-cutter suburban mother, if not for the fact that her cardigan sweater was black and lipstick was dark red. And then there was the fact that she was technically in her seventies. She looked no older than a well preserved thirty five. Scar had attempted to explain the phenomena with words such as time flow and other things that she was certain he’d just made up. But still.
“You don’t like it.”
“Honestly?” Lust swung her legs, bare beneath her tennis skirt, out of the van. “No, not particularly.”
“It is a useful gift.”
“I know.” She smoothed down her skirt. It was always useful gifts with Scar. Other women got diamonds and rubies and trips to the tropics. She got appliances and automobiles and the ever dreaded Gift Certificate. Scar was miserable at giving gifts. Oh, not with the children - for some reason, he was possessed of a singular talent of always picking out exactly what they wanted.
“At least I’ll be the envy of every married female on the block,” Lust consented, resting her hand against the wide ribbon that circled the car’s hood. “Who put the bow on?”
“Mirriam.”
“I thought as much.” The girl was quite sweet, if a bit dreamy. It was the sort of thing that she’d do.
“There is a boy in her study group.”
“Pardon?” Where had that come from? Lust closed the door of the van and pocketed the keys. She’d drive the thing later, and stand about in the super market to rub it in the face of that damn Peterson woman down the street. That bottle blond thought her precious little Dylan was the end all and be all of existence… and was always very quick to point out that the brat’s grades were one point higher than Daniel’s. Lust wanted to run the damn woman over.
“I went to pick her up from the library. There was a boy.” Scar spat the word like a curse.
“Yes, well, boys do exist,” Lust pointed out, heading back into the house. It was a nice house. It was an expensive house. It had a well manicured lawn and flowers and a fountain. It was white. It was the perfect suburban house. Sometimes, Lust hated it.
“I don’t like it,” Scar grumbled. He sorted through the mail in the kitchen, standing at the little island that was supposed to be for preparing food.
“Oh honestly, she’s twelve. She’s going to start taking an interest in young men. It happens.”
Scar’s look clearly said ‘it may happen, but I don’t have to like it’. He could be so over protective sometimes! And really, with all the birth control available these days, Lust saw no reason to fret. Mirriam was a bright girl, even if her head was off in the clouds most of the time. It wasn’t as though she was going to do anything foolish.
“You didn’t seem to mind when Daniel took that girl to the school dance,” she pointed out.
“That is different.”
Of course it was. Because Daniel was the son, and Mirriam was the daughter. Scar never had let go of his old fashioned sensibilities. They’d seen the times change around them, but Scar remained the same. Some days it was as though he’d been plucked from Ishbal only the day before. No one seemed to notice.
“Well, there’s nothing to be done for it.”
“If any boy so much as….”
“Scar.” Lust stood on her tip-toes and pressed a finger to her husband’s lips, silencing him. “Leave it be. Now I am going to get changed into something nice, and so are you and then you’re going to take me out to dinner.”
“You aren’t ordering in?” Scar raised an eyebrow. Lust had never bothered to learn to cook and relied on catering.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you bought me a mini-van for our anniversary. You’re taking me to dinner. I’ve arranged for the children to be watched. And it’s going to be expensive and you’re going to order wine and it’s going to be….” She was about to say romantic, but why bother? There was rarely any romance between them, as they weren’t either of them romantic people. But the damn women at the country club always had stories about their dreadfully romantic husbands. Well, Lust would just make something up. She suspected half of them did, anyway.
Scar cleared his throat behind her. She turned, and he was holding a small box. He thrust it out, awkwardly, and Lust took it.
“Open it.”
Inside , nestled amongst pink tissue paper and some sprig of flowers, was a simple gold chain with an aubergine stone hanging from it. It caught the light, reflecting brilliant purple shimmers across the white kitchen wall. She looked at it and up at Scar, not certain what to say.
“It,” Scar mumbled. “Your eyes…” He trailed off vaguely. Yes. It was the same color as her eyes. Not as they were now, but as they’d been, back home. She fastened the chain about her neck without a word.
Perhaps Scar was a bit of a romantic at heart after all.
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Also, I am very amused that you fit aubergine in there *giggles*
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Aubergine is the best color I have ever found to describe Lust's eyes.
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Wait, this is for
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I love the way you write Scar/Lust!
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Thank you!
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This was wonderful. I was giggling like. Every paragraph. XDDDD Your Scar dialogue is so WONDERFUL. Like, he's so awkward and uncomfortable, and... kdfjsdkjfh <3333
I need to go through all your backed-up fic and like read everything ever. >OOOO That's Scar/Lust, anyway. <3