FIC: Of Peacocks and Peahens 1/1 FR13
Feb. 18th, 2006 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starlit_desiresTitle: Of Peacocks and Peahens
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: Willow/Cordelia interaction
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Notes: Written forau100 for prompt #20 (colourless). Also inspired by a prompt of “tights” from velvetwhip. Set during BtVS Season Two.
Cordelia couldn’t help but stare at the redhead as she passed her in the hall. There was something about Willow that always seemed to set Cordelia on edge whenever she saw her. It made the cheerleader grind her teeth in frustration and anger. It was probably the fact that Willow continued to wear such bright colours like the canary yellow tights that she was currently wearing. Didn’t she know that once you reach a certain age, you leave those colours behind like you left elementary school behind? The bright colours that Willow insisted on wearing always made Cordelia feel as so colourless in her muted colours, even if the clothes were always the trendiest and most expensive clothes. When she saw Willow wearing something bright and outrageous, it suddenly didn’t matter that Cordelia was the queen of the school when everyone was too busy looking at Willow instead of her.
“Who do you think are, Big Bird?” Cordelia spitefully asked as she purposely moved to stand in Willow’s way.
“N-no,” Willow stammered in reply, the hurt clearly written in her eyes.
“Yeah, well you certainly look it,” Cordelia said with a smirk as she let her followers make more jokes at the redhead’s expense.
The brunette watched in glee as Willow ran off amidst the sound the laughter and jokes. Hurting Willow was cruel and uncalled for, but it always made Cordelia feel better about being stood up by a nobody nerd like Willow Rosenberg.
**END**
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: Willow/Cordelia interaction
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Notes: Written for
au100 for prompt #20 (colourless). Also inspired by a prompt of “tights” from velvetwhip. Set during BtVS Season Two. Cordelia couldn’t help but stare at the redhead as she passed her in the hall. There was something about Willow that always seemed to set Cordelia on edge whenever she saw her. It made the cheerleader grind her teeth in frustration and anger. It was probably the fact that Willow continued to wear such bright colours like the canary yellow tights that she was currently wearing. Didn’t she know that once you reach a certain age, you leave those colours behind like you left elementary school behind? The bright colours that Willow insisted on wearing always made Cordelia feel as so colourless in her muted colours, even if the clothes were always the trendiest and most expensive clothes. When she saw Willow wearing something bright and outrageous, it suddenly didn’t matter that Cordelia was the queen of the school when everyone was too busy looking at Willow instead of her.
“Who do you think are, Big Bird?” Cordelia spitefully asked as she purposely moved to stand in Willow’s way.
“N-no,” Willow stammered in reply, the hurt clearly written in her eyes.
“Yeah, well you certainly look it,” Cordelia said with a smirk as she let her followers make more jokes at the redhead’s expense.
The brunette watched in glee as Willow ran off amidst the sound the laughter and jokes. Hurting Willow was cruel and uncalled for, but it always made Cordelia feel better about being stood up by a nobody nerd like Willow Rosenberg.
**END**
