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survivorparr · 5 years ago

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the sun and her moon, pt 5/8 (Get Down)

aka The Six Cast said Gay Rights Today and I Felt That

Ex Wives/No Way | DLUH | Heart of Stone | Haus of Holbein

(about the soundtrack title fic concept)

tw: throwing up (it’s brief, but after the third • )

•

To a casual observer, it would have appeared that nothing had changed. Catherine and Anne still sat together in the van, took all their meals together, and laughed at things that nobody else found funny.

But to anyone who’d been watching closely, it was clear that something was... different. One set of shared headphones became two separate pairs. Jane shelved the English-French dictionary she’d thought she’d be needing to manage Anne in two languages.

Luckily for Anne and Cath, someone had been watching closely.

“Alright, Queens! We’ve roughly 25 minutes before Cathy gets back from bible study and Anne finally wakes up. I call this emergency meeting to order,” declared Kat.

“Judging by the present company, I’m guessing this is... what have you been calling them? Parrlyn-related?” Aragon continued folding everyone’s dry laundry as she spoke. The warm, clean fabric and the precision and routine of folding calmed and comforted her (and she figured she’d be needing as much of that as she could get during Howard’s meeting).

“It is. Come on, Catherine, surely even you can admit by now that there’s something between them. Anne hasn’t bothered messing with you in over a week,” Kat leveled.

“Now that you mention-”

“-the vibe in the house has been kinda-”

“-some peace and freakin’ quiet-”

“Anywho! What’s Newton’s first law of motion?” Kat asked.

“wHY on Ear-”

“-object at rest will stay at rest until acted on by another force”.

“Very good, Cleves! I propose we give this particular ‘object at rest’ a little push, hmm?”

“What have you got in mind, love?” Jane inquired.

“A night out. We haven’t had a proper one in ages, plus, it’s nearly Cleves’s birthday and we have to celebrate!”

Cleves shot Kat an appreciative smile from where she was perched on the arm of the sofa. She was quick to hype up her friends, but surprisingly shy about asking them to do anything for her in return - even going out for her own birthday.

“Music, a crowded pub, dancing, booze... it’s all the ingredients we need to give those two the push they need”.

Nods and murmurs of approval were seen and heard all around.

“Alright then - a night out it is!” Aragon grinned. “But if anyone thinks this means I’m suddenly going to braid Boleyn’s hair...”

•

“Pleeeeease, Aragon? You’re so good at it, and Jane is busy curling Kat’s. Pretty pretty pleeeease? Por favoooor, con una cereza encima?”

“oKAY, I will curl your hair IF you stop butchering my native language. I told you, the idioms don’t translate...”

“Gladly”. Anne flashed a devious grin and plugged her curling iron into the nearest outlet. Aragon patted her comforter, motioning for Anne to sit down.

The two women sat in an uneasy silence, until-

“Catherine?”

“Mm?”

“Do you believe in life outside of earth?”

“Do I - no, Anne, I do not believe in life outside of Earth. I mean, never say never or whatever, but I think the conditions are highly improbable”.

“Oh. Right. Catherine?”

“Boleyn, I swear-”

“-have you ever been in love?”

“Have I WHAT?” Aragon nearly keeled over.

“Do I smell smoke?!” Cleves burst into the room. She slowly took in the sight of Aragon standing over Anne with a steaming hot curler. “Right... Carry on then”.

“Wait! Anna! We... could use a little help. She’s got a lot of... hair, and I’m out. of. my. depth”.

“Say no more! Anna of Cleves is here to assist with all your- Boleyn, you look dreadful. I mean, you look lovely, but you look dreadful. What’s got you down?”

Anne was silent for a moment, eyes glued to the floor, lips pursed as if she were physically holding the words she couldn’t say in her mouth. Her chin quivered ever so slightly.

“I— I think I messed up, you guys”.

“Messed up how, babes?” Cleves put a comforting hand on Anne’s shoulder.

“I’ve went and... caught proper feelings for someone”.

“You’re allowed to have feelings. We know you’re often reduced to the comic relief, but-”

“That’s not it, Catherine, it’s... it’s that I’ve fallen for the absolute wrong person.”

The declaration hung heavy in the air. Aragon released another perfectly curled ringlet from the iron.

“Anne. No matter who it is, we’re going to support you. You and... whoever it is”, Cleves assured her.

“You don’t understand, though. I really couldn’t have chosen worse - I could ruin everything good in my life, and for what? I bet they wouldn’t even like me back if they knew, which they can’t, because GOD it would be a mess. Honestly, Aragon, you especially would be appal-“

“Boleyn. Look at me. We are all behind you, all the way, no matter who it is. Me, Anna, Kitty, Jane... Cath... There’s nothing you could do that would ever change that, do you hear me?”

Anne turned to face Aragon, eyes full of gratitude. “Th- thank you, Catherine. Thanks, Cleves”.

“Don’t mention it. Now, these curls are looking pretty fire if I do say so myself, so why don’t you touch up your makeup and we’ll go do some dancing?”

•

For such a tiny person, Katherine Howard sure had a lot of vomit in her. Jane was in the bar restroom with her, holding her hair, while Aragon and Cleves were taking a break from the dance floor to challenge (see: destroy) the reigning cup pong champions.

This left Cathy and Anne standing in a corner near the bar, nursing drinks.

“Some night out this is, eh?”

“What’s that?”

“Oh no, I just meant, you know, us standing here, watching all the fun...” Cathy trailed off.

“Oh, I s’pose you’re right - sorry, I’m not in much of a partying mood tonight. I didn’t want to bail on Cleves, though”.

“Oh”.

Anne noted Cathy’s slight frown.

“Not that I don’t want to be here! Here is good, you’re good, you’re - you’re great and I... have had too many gins and not enough food today. I’m sorry, Cathy”.

Parr smiled warmly. “Hey, you don’t need to be sorry. Everyone has off days. Just... if anything was wrong, you would tell me, right?”

Anne’s heart sank. “Of course I would”. The lie pulsed through her whole body. “Thanks, Cathy.”

Anne looked down at the still-almost-full cup in her hand. After a second’s contemplation, she tilted her head back and downed the whole glass.

“God, I love this song. I think I’m gonna go dance. Do you want to come with?”

Parr blinked rapidly, confused by the abrupt shift in Anne’s demeanor. “Yeah, I’ll come,” she answered warily. She kept her eyes trained on the flashes of green weaving through the crowd until she and Anne were in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

By the time Cathy caught up, Anne was already on another planet, eyes closed, jumping and flailing to the music. She stood and watched for a second, wondering how it felt to be that free, that confident.

“Are you going to dance, Parr?”

Cathy looked around nervously to see if she was within the sightline of any of the other queens. Seeing that she wasn’t, she let out a long exhale, piled her hair on top of her head and secured it, and then began bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Anne’s hands were on her shoulders. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to dance like that in a Megasix, but in this new context, it made Cath’s heart flutter involuntarily. God, how she wanted Anne to pull her closer... She quickly put it out of her head, and focused on responding to Anne’s movements with her own. Everywhere Anne was, Cathy was too. Their bodies intertwined, rising and falling together on the dance floor.

Anne felt her hands move down towards Cathy’s waist, bringing their swaying hips closer together. She couldn’t think straight - she couldn’t think of anything at all except how much she wished Parr could be hers in that moment.

Anne’s hands on her hips stirred something in Cathy, and every reservation that had been holding her back disappeared. Heart racing, she looked into Anne’s eyes, then glanced quickly at her lips.

Then-

“Guys? Kat’s doing a little better for the mo’, so we were thinking we’d get her home in case she gets sick again later. Ready to go?”

Just like that, Cleves had broken the spell.

•

All the way home, Cathy had stared intently at the ground, feeling Anne’s hot gaze on the back of her neck from the backseat of the cab. As she got into bed, her mind raced. How could she have lost control like that? Would Anne ever speak to her again? The thought of having her secret exposed made Cathy sick. The thought of Anne not returning her feelings made her sicker.

Ever the pragmatist, Cathy stared up at the ceiling and began to think of things she could do to fix the situation. She’d come up with a good explanation for the staring, for starters - tell Anne that she had an eyelash on her cheek or something.

Yes, that’s good, she thought. I should go do it now before she goes to sleep.

Wow, give the girl some space. You’ve just gone full-on freaky on her, she doesn’t want to see you now.

On the other hand, if you apologize now, maybe she’ll forget the whole thing by morning...

Cath cast off her covers and rolled out of bed. Filled with a new determination, she strode across her bedroom to the door. She pulled it open, and-

“Anne? Why aren’t you-“

Cathy stumbled backwards into her room from the sudden force of Anne’s hands desperately pulling at her face, her lips meeting Cathy’s own roughly. The door swung shut behind them.

•

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