Once again guys, I have no idea where this really came from in relation to the prompt. Back-story-wise, this is a snippet of characters from a novel of mine called Juno & Diana, which I started last summer but am planning to overhaul sometime soon. I've been getting snippets of inspiration for these guys for a while. I want to write a lesbian romance that isn't just gimmicks; sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. This piece isn't really even romantic, so...
Also, I was attempting to write in the style of Marguerite Duras. I don't know how well it went because this piece is too short to fully achieve her style - and rather than using no names, I use their names often for more clarity. idk. Whatever. Enjoy. XD
Also, I was attempting to write in the style of Marguerite Duras. I don't know how well it went because this piece is too short to fully achieve her style - and rather than using no names, I use their names often for more clarity. idk. Whatever. Enjoy. XD
#12 - Different Ways of Thinking
Juno is cupping the wine glass between her fingers. They are very slender, Diana notices, the nails carefully filed and painted a dusky rose; her skin is pale against the burgundy of the wine. Diana wonders whether Juno has ever sunbathed. The younger woman has freckles on her nose, although they are covered with powder. Diana knows that they are there. Juno is watching Diana watching her. She can feel the older writer’s gaze as her dark eyes scan from the corners of Juno’s lips to her hairline. Juno thinks that Diana must be imagining what she looks like with her hair let down on her shoulders. She thinks that perhaps Diana is even imagining running her fingers through the curls; but Juno is insistent that her hair stays plaited neatly down her back. Diana unconsciously folds her hands on her knees. Juno continues to hold the wine glass. They never talk over dinner, although this is not what Diana is used to. Juno believes that dining should be silent, an experience of wealth and pleasure - not a chance to ‘catch up’. Diana has never known anything other than Catching Up; Jack only ever has things to tell her when she’s eating. Juno takes a sip of her wine, watching intently thought cat-like eyes as the older woman’s pulse shows in her throat.
Diana makes the first move. She puts out her hand.
Juno is cupping the wine glass between her fingers. They are very slender, Diana notices, the nails carefully filed and painted a dusky rose; her skin is pale against the burgundy of the wine. Diana wonders whether Juno has ever sunbathed. The younger woman has freckles on her nose, although they are covered with powder. Diana knows that they are there. Juno is watching Diana watching her. She can feel the older writer’s gaze as her dark eyes scan from the corners of Juno’s lips to her hairline. Juno thinks that Diana must be imagining what she looks like with her hair let down on her shoulders. She thinks that perhaps Diana is even imagining running her fingers through the curls; but Juno is insistent that her hair stays plaited neatly down her back. Diana unconsciously folds her hands on her knees. Juno continues to hold the wine glass. They never talk over dinner, although this is not what Diana is used to. Juno believes that dining should be silent, an experience of wealth and pleasure - not a chance to ‘catch up’. Diana has never known anything other than Catching Up; Jack only ever has things to tell her when she’s eating. Juno takes a sip of her wine, watching intently thought cat-like eyes as the older woman’s pulse shows in her throat.
Diana makes the first move. She puts out her hand.
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