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antigonewinchesterTitle: Untitled / Lose Your Teeth (as titled on AO3)
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Relationship: Lilith, Lilith's vessel
Notes/Warnings: X-posted from my tumblr.
Prompt: For SPNFlash prompt 'Shadow' and GenBingo square 'Second person narration.'
Wordcount: 403
Fic #: 004/101
Prompt/Summary: ‘CHUCK: No, uh, this time [Lilith’s] a “comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana.”’ A look at the woman Lilith possesses in season 4.
You lose your first tooth at Jennifer Gaines’s birthday party, eating Baskin-Robbin’s cookie dough ice cream cake. You bite down and it hurts, a shock of cold, and when you cough into your hand, there’s a white bright tooth in the middle of your palm. Jennifer gasps when you show her, asking if you’re OK, all of her teeth still firmly in her skull, and you laugh because you know all about the Tooth Fairy and how she’s going to give you a present and that now you’re going to start growing your adult teeth. The real ones. When you wriggle awake the next morning and check under your pillow, there’s a whole dollar, just for you.
You lose your virginity to Logan Snow, your boyfriend and the cutest boy in the whole school. It’s also why you lose Jennifer, because she likes Logan but Logan likes you. You lose Logan when you’re seventeen and the two of you have your fight outside of Dairy Queen, the one that gets you branded the Dairy Bitch, where he keeps saying you have to keep it, and you’re so stupid because you didn’t think to wear waterproof mascara and you can’t stop crying so of course it’s dripping off your lashes and down your cheeks and ruining everything.
You lose your body when you’re twenty eight, getting ready for work at Bloomington Dental Group. One second you’re washing your face, the next you’re surrounded by charcoal hot darkness. You open your mouth to scream but it hurts, a wildfire burning down your throat, into your stomach legs hands everywhere. Then your mouth curls into a smile. “Oh, this one’s pretty and grown-up too,” your lips say. Your legs walk into your bedroom. You lose your clothes to hands that take off your pajamas and then spend minutes trying on everything in your closet until they settle on a low-cut blouse and skirt and all of you can think is, don’t wear that, you can’t wear that, it doesn’t match, and on the edge of your vision in the bathroom mirror you see your mouth bunch up, petulant, and say: “I don’t care if it doesn’t match! I like it. I want it.”
You lose everything; you become your own shadow. When the end finally comes, for you and her and the world, there’s a gaudy dress and a black-eyed man and a white bright light.
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Relationship: Lilith, Lilith's vessel
Notes/Warnings: X-posted from my tumblr.
Prompt: For SPNFlash prompt 'Shadow' and GenBingo square 'Second person narration.'
Wordcount: 403
Fic #: 004/101
Prompt/Summary: ‘CHUCK: No, uh, this time [Lilith’s] a “comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana.”’ A look at the woman Lilith possesses in season 4.
You lose your first tooth at Jennifer Gaines’s birthday party, eating Baskin-Robbin’s cookie dough ice cream cake. You bite down and it hurts, a shock of cold, and when you cough into your hand, there’s a white bright tooth in the middle of your palm. Jennifer gasps when you show her, asking if you’re OK, all of her teeth still firmly in her skull, and you laugh because you know all about the Tooth Fairy and how she’s going to give you a present and that now you’re going to start growing your adult teeth. The real ones. When you wriggle awake the next morning and check under your pillow, there’s a whole dollar, just for you.
You lose your virginity to Logan Snow, your boyfriend and the cutest boy in the whole school. It’s also why you lose Jennifer, because she likes Logan but Logan likes you. You lose Logan when you’re seventeen and the two of you have your fight outside of Dairy Queen, the one that gets you branded the Dairy Bitch, where he keeps saying you have to keep it, and you’re so stupid because you didn’t think to wear waterproof mascara and you can’t stop crying so of course it’s dripping off your lashes and down your cheeks and ruining everything.
You lose your body when you’re twenty eight, getting ready for work at Bloomington Dental Group. One second you’re washing your face, the next you’re surrounded by charcoal hot darkness. You open your mouth to scream but it hurts, a wildfire burning down your throat, into your stomach legs hands everywhere. Then your mouth curls into a smile. “Oh, this one’s pretty and grown-up too,” your lips say. Your legs walk into your bedroom. You lose your clothes to hands that take off your pajamas and then spend minutes trying on everything in your closet until they settle on a low-cut blouse and skirt and all of you can think is, don’t wear that, you can’t wear that, it doesn’t match, and on the edge of your vision in the bathroom mirror you see your mouth bunch up, petulant, and say: “I don’t care if it doesn’t match! I like it. I want it.”
You lose everything; you become your own shadow. When the end finally comes, for you and her and the world, there’s a gaudy dress and a black-eyed man and a white bright light.