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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (54/?)
Date: 2016-05-06 01:54 pm (UTC)“Prettiest of what?” Photo asks, rubs at the adhesive residue on her camera casing with one thumb.
“Prettiest on the team,” Birdy replies, grins wide at Photo’s startled jump. “I remember being fifteen.”
“Don’t say that like you’re so much older.” Photo wrinkles her nose, sneers. “You’re only seventeen.”
“Still older than you,” Birdy replies, prods Photo’s shoulder. “So, who’s prettiest?”
Photo sighs and flops back on the pile of sleeping bags.
“I think the boss is,” Photo finally says.
Birdy bursts out laughing, finally manages to muffle it behind her hand as Photo glares at her.
“The boss,” Birdy squeaks. “But she--you--” and she bursts into giggles again.
Photo wallops Birdy with a folded up blanket in the approximate shape of a pillow.
“She’s pretty, okay? She looks just like those ladies off book covers.”
“What book covers?” Birdy asks, waves her arms to ward off any more hits from the folded blanket.
“Here, I’ll show you.” Photo scrambles across the floor, off her pile of sleeping bags--Birdy immediately takes her place, settles in with her legs crossed--and grabs her backpack. She digs for a moment before pulling out a tattered pre-war book, edges frayed and waterstained, binding taped back together.
Emblazoned across the front is a half-dressed woman, all breasts and legs, no stomach, no hips, tiny feet. Long black hair rolling over her shoulders, lips painted red. Her eyes are closed as she drapes across a desk--there’s a man in the background in a hat and a long coat who’s staring at the viewer, eyebrows drawn down, cigarette hanging from his lips.
“See?” Photo asks, points at the woman on the cover. “She looks like the boss.”
“Maybe if the boss starved herself and grew another six inches,” Birdy snorts.
“I thought you wanted to know who I thought was pretty?” Photo grumbles, sets her book down on her side away from Birdy.
“I just can’t believe you think the Boss is prettiest.” Birdy pauses for a moment ,tucks her knees up to her chest, checks out the window. “She kinda scares me.”
“Me too,” Photo agrees.
Birdy laughs.
Photo grins down at her lap.
“Fact for fact, who do you think is prettiest?”
“Ooh, turning it back around on me.” Birdy drops her knees, taps her chin, flops back on the sleeping bags again. Birdy hums. “I think maybe...Burn.”
“But she’s got that nose,” Photo mutters. “I mean, I guess she looks alright.”
“She’s got a really nice nose!” Birdy argues, swats Photo on the shoulder. “You say something nice about her right now.”
“You said the Boss wasn’t prettiest too!” Photo argues. “It’s the same thing!”
“No it’s not, I didn’t say the boss wasn’t pretty I said she wasn’t prettiest.”
“Fine,” Photo groans. “I guess her nose is fine.”
“I guess that’ll have to do.” Birdy sighs, but she’s grinning.
Photo snorts, wrinkles her nose.
“Hey, pass your book back over here,” Birdy says, leans across Photo to reach of the book.
“Why?” Photo asks, leans to keep Birdy from getting to it.
“I wanna read it.”
“Can you even read? I thought you couldn’t read.”
“I can read!” Birdy replies, sits back to set her hands on her hips.
“I thought you told Runner you couldn’t read?”
“That’s what I told her but that doesn’t mean it’s true,” Birdy points out.
Photo looks her over for a moment, narrows her eyes, and a grin creeps across her face.
“You totally can’t read,” she giggles.
“Yes I can!” Birdy argues, throws herself across Photo to get the book. “I can read so well! I bet I can read better than you!”
“Birdy can't read! Birdy can’t read!” Photo singsongs, but lets Birdy have the book. Birdy snatches it and flips it open to the first page, stares intently down at it.
Photo leans on her hand, watches Birdy stare intently at the page, lips drawn thin and eyes barely moving.
“You totally can’t read,” Photo says after watching Birdy for five minutes.
“Shut up,” Birdy growls, closes the book. “Don’t tell Runner.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Photo agrees, nods solemnly.