Title: A Rainbow of Death
Written: May 2005
Pairing: None (gen!fic, can you believe it?)
Rating: FRT (for our teen audiences due to some violence)
Distribution: Usual places, if you’d like to have it, just let me know.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Joss, ME, Fox, etc. I don’t own Mac, Ramy, Hard Candy, or OPI; the colors are all theirs.
Feedback: Tell me you love it; tell me you hate it; tell me what you’d do differently; just tell me!
Thanks: Thanks to Jen and Wickedfox for the beta. I think you’re both entirely too nice, but, I appreciate it immensely.
Summary: This was written for![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
liz_will_ow in phendog’s Death By Ficathon. She wanted to see Cordelia die by make-up. I hope this satisfies her craving for death!
A/N: These make-up shades really exist! They are all current colors put out by the companies. I make no guarantees, however, that if you wear the colors all together, that they will look good.
If there was one thing Cordelia Chase knew, it was how to project an image. While she certainly deserved the title “Queen C” just by her very existence, a carefully fashioned appearance further solidified her position over the student-serfs she deigned to rule. Clothes and this season’s Manolo Blahniks were crucial, but every smart beauty queen knew that the proper make-up was essential. Make-up did more than just camouflage minor skin imperfections—not that she had any—it set a tone, a mood. That’s why each morning, she sat at her vanity and carefully selected her make-up for the day, depending on the day’s objective.
Today, she decided, was a run-of-the-mill day. Certain of Devon’s worship, there were no hearts she felt the need to toy with, therefore, Ramy’s ‘Boyfriend Glow’ or ‘Casual Sex’ Face Gloss were wholly unnecessary. She bypassed Mac’s ‘Please Me’ Lipstain, as the announcement of her role as captain of the cheerleading squad last week was still a fresh victory. She set Hard Candy’s ‘Drama Queen’ Eyeshadow palette aside, saving it for the talent show tryouts next week.
With no specific mission, no goal to accomplish, she chose the make-up she used to project her standard aura of confidence. Ramy’s ‘Diva Crème Fresh’ Elixir Liqui-Powder Foundation set the stage. She continued with the same product line’s Powder Blush in ‘Bitch!Slap,’ possibly her favorite shade. Mac for her eyes: ‘Idol Eyes’ to highlight under her brow, ‘Scene’ to sweep smoothly across her lid, and ‘Intoxicate’ to provide a smoky accent in the crease. She darkened her eyebrows with ‘Strut,’ Mac’s ultrasmooth pencil, and debated over her lashes before settling on Zoom Lash in ‘Lofty Brown.’
Now, for the fun part. Cordelia had over 50 shades of lipstick. Each day it was an agonizing choice to find the perfect shade. Today, she layered Mac’s ‘Snob’ over the rich wine of ‘Diva.’
“Perfect,” she thought, admiring the way it complimented her nails, glossy with OPI’s ‘Dress to Empress.’
Harmony and her other friends were waiting for her on the steps of the school when she arrived like the good little subjects that they were. While her plebian classmates referred to them as “Cordettes,” Cordelia preferred to think of them as her court, ladies-in-waiting even.
“Hey, Cordy,” Harmony greeted her.
“Girls,” she acknowledged, swinging her hair as she continued up the stairs, confident that they would fall into formation behind her.
“Wait until you see what Willow Rosenberg is wearing today,” Harmony said, coming up beside her.
“I’m sure it’s fuzzy, orange, and can be purchased at Sears,” Cordelia replied, provoking a giggle from the girls behind her.
Before Harmony could reply, they were rudely pushed apart. “Excuse us, coming through, make way.” Jesse bumped Harmony to the side as Xander stepped on Cordelia’s foot.
“Hey!” She yelled. “Keep your dweebish selves away from us.”
Xander turned and bowed with a flourish. “Well, excuse us your Queenliness.” He glanced at her strappy stilettos. “So sorry to have stepped on your expensive hooker shoes.”
She rolled her eyes. “Xander Harris, why don’t you run back to whatever homeless shelter you get your clothes from, and take your loser friend with you. I’m sure no one will miss you if you disappear.”
With that, she swept past them, entourage in tow, leaving Xander and Jesse to stare after them. Annoyed by the encounter, she pulled her new favorite lip-gloss, ‘Greed,’ out of her purse. Shiny lips soothed her.
“Wow, great shade. Is it new?” Harmony asked.
“Of course. I took a little whirl with daddy’s credit card yesterday. The Mac counter was calling my name.”
“I’m going to have to get some,” Harmony continued.
Cordelia stopped and looked at her. “As if,” she sighed. “Harm, you really should try to have some originality. I mean, I understand why you want to copy me, but it’s a tad pathetic. Besides, this color would look terrible on you.”
As Cordelia walked down the hallway, Harmony stared after her, dreaming of a world where Queen Harmony ruled the school.
In third period, Cordelia was unlucky enough to be seated next to the triumvirate of nerddom: Xander, Jesse, and Willow. The three of them provided ample mocking material, but Xander was forever listening to her conversations with Harmony and butting in. Today was no exception.
“Oh, Devon,” he cooed to Jesse, “I love you soooo much because you’re the lead singer in a band and because you’re almost as pretty as I am, but not quite.” Jesse giggled and fluttered his eyes in response, while Willow tried not to laugh.
“Wow, Xander. That’s really clever. It’s so sweet that you’ve found an outlet for your repressed homosexuality. I mean, we all know that you’ve never had a girlfriend, and probably never will, but now we know why.”
Now it was Harmony’s turn to giggle.
After fifth period, Cordelia was standing at her locker, reapplying her mascara—one’s eyelashes could never be too thick, too long, or too plump. Mascara accented and enhanced the natural beauty of her lashes. Harmony and the rest of the Cordettes were crowded around, primping and participating in a mutual admiration fest. Just as Harmony was applying a layer of Hard Candy’s ‘Cotton Candy’ lip-gloss, Xander and Jesse rode down the hallway on their skateboards, joking and pushing as they went. Unfortunately, when they passed the group of girls, Xander lost his balance and fell into Aura, pushing her into Harmony who stumbled into Cordelia as she smeared the gloss on her face.
“Watch it, loser!” Harmony yelled.
Xander jumped to his feet. “Ooo, good one, Harm. You’ve been practicing those insults, haven’t you.”
Harmony sputtered, trying to think of another insult. “Loser!” She finally yelled again as Xander and Jesse fled the scene.
“God,” Harmony complained to Cordelia, “can you believe what losers those two are?”
When she didn’t answer, Harmony continued, “I mean, who do they think they are?” She asked, turning to look behind her. She screamed at the sight before her. There, laying on the floor, was Cordelia, her mascara wand sticking out of her eye. Apparently, when Harmony had fallen against her, the wand had rammed into her eye, entering her brain and killing her instantly.
“Oh my god!” Aphrodesia screamed. The group stood in horror, staring at their leader, their Queen, dead on the floor before them.
“Her make-up killed her,” Aura whispered in awe.
“Isn’t it horrible?” Gwen asked Harmony.
“Yeah,” Harmony agreed, “horrible.” But inside, she was already debating, would she call the rest of them the Harmettes, or maybe the Harmonettes? And what shade of lip-gloss did one wear to a funeral?
Written: May 2005
Pairing: None (gen!fic, can you believe it?)
Rating: FRT (for our teen audiences due to some violence)
Distribution: Usual places, if you’d like to have it, just let me know.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Joss, ME, Fox, etc. I don’t own Mac, Ramy, Hard Candy, or OPI; the colors are all theirs.
Feedback: Tell me you love it; tell me you hate it; tell me what you’d do differently; just tell me!
Thanks: Thanks to Jen and Wickedfox for the beta. I think you’re both entirely too nice, but, I appreciate it immensely.
Summary: This was written for
liz_will_ow in phendog’s Death By Ficathon. She wanted to see Cordelia die by make-up. I hope this satisfies her craving for death! A/N: These make-up shades really exist! They are all current colors put out by the companies. I make no guarantees, however, that if you wear the colors all together, that they will look good.
If there was one thing Cordelia Chase knew, it was how to project an image. While she certainly deserved the title “Queen C” just by her very existence, a carefully fashioned appearance further solidified her position over the student-serfs she deigned to rule. Clothes and this season’s Manolo Blahniks were crucial, but every smart beauty queen knew that the proper make-up was essential. Make-up did more than just camouflage minor skin imperfections—not that she had any—it set a tone, a mood. That’s why each morning, she sat at her vanity and carefully selected her make-up for the day, depending on the day’s objective.
Today, she decided, was a run-of-the-mill day. Certain of Devon’s worship, there were no hearts she felt the need to toy with, therefore, Ramy’s ‘Boyfriend Glow’ or ‘Casual Sex’ Face Gloss were wholly unnecessary. She bypassed Mac’s ‘Please Me’ Lipstain, as the announcement of her role as captain of the cheerleading squad last week was still a fresh victory. She set Hard Candy’s ‘Drama Queen’ Eyeshadow palette aside, saving it for the talent show tryouts next week.
With no specific mission, no goal to accomplish, she chose the make-up she used to project her standard aura of confidence. Ramy’s ‘Diva Crème Fresh’ Elixir Liqui-Powder Foundation set the stage. She continued with the same product line’s Powder Blush in ‘Bitch!Slap,’ possibly her favorite shade. Mac for her eyes: ‘Idol Eyes’ to highlight under her brow, ‘Scene’ to sweep smoothly across her lid, and ‘Intoxicate’ to provide a smoky accent in the crease. She darkened her eyebrows with ‘Strut,’ Mac’s ultrasmooth pencil, and debated over her lashes before settling on Zoom Lash in ‘Lofty Brown.’
Now, for the fun part. Cordelia had over 50 shades of lipstick. Each day it was an agonizing choice to find the perfect shade. Today, she layered Mac’s ‘Snob’ over the rich wine of ‘Diva.’
“Perfect,” she thought, admiring the way it complimented her nails, glossy with OPI’s ‘Dress to Empress.’
Harmony and her other friends were waiting for her on the steps of the school when she arrived like the good little subjects that they were. While her plebian classmates referred to them as “Cordettes,” Cordelia preferred to think of them as her court, ladies-in-waiting even.
“Hey, Cordy,” Harmony greeted her.
“Girls,” she acknowledged, swinging her hair as she continued up the stairs, confident that they would fall into formation behind her.
“Wait until you see what Willow Rosenberg is wearing today,” Harmony said, coming up beside her.
“I’m sure it’s fuzzy, orange, and can be purchased at Sears,” Cordelia replied, provoking a giggle from the girls behind her.
Before Harmony could reply, they were rudely pushed apart. “Excuse us, coming through, make way.” Jesse bumped Harmony to the side as Xander stepped on Cordelia’s foot.
“Hey!” She yelled. “Keep your dweebish selves away from us.”
Xander turned and bowed with a flourish. “Well, excuse us your Queenliness.” He glanced at her strappy stilettos. “So sorry to have stepped on your expensive hooker shoes.”
She rolled her eyes. “Xander Harris, why don’t you run back to whatever homeless shelter you get your clothes from, and take your loser friend with you. I’m sure no one will miss you if you disappear.”
With that, she swept past them, entourage in tow, leaving Xander and Jesse to stare after them. Annoyed by the encounter, she pulled her new favorite lip-gloss, ‘Greed,’ out of her purse. Shiny lips soothed her.
“Wow, great shade. Is it new?” Harmony asked.
“Of course. I took a little whirl with daddy’s credit card yesterday. The Mac counter was calling my name.”
“I’m going to have to get some,” Harmony continued.
Cordelia stopped and looked at her. “As if,” she sighed. “Harm, you really should try to have some originality. I mean, I understand why you want to copy me, but it’s a tad pathetic. Besides, this color would look terrible on you.”
As Cordelia walked down the hallway, Harmony stared after her, dreaming of a world where Queen Harmony ruled the school.
In third period, Cordelia was unlucky enough to be seated next to the triumvirate of nerddom: Xander, Jesse, and Willow. The three of them provided ample mocking material, but Xander was forever listening to her conversations with Harmony and butting in. Today was no exception.
“Oh, Devon,” he cooed to Jesse, “I love you soooo much because you’re the lead singer in a band and because you’re almost as pretty as I am, but not quite.” Jesse giggled and fluttered his eyes in response, while Willow tried not to laugh.
“Wow, Xander. That’s really clever. It’s so sweet that you’ve found an outlet for your repressed homosexuality. I mean, we all know that you’ve never had a girlfriend, and probably never will, but now we know why.”
Now it was Harmony’s turn to giggle.
After fifth period, Cordelia was standing at her locker, reapplying her mascara—one’s eyelashes could never be too thick, too long, or too plump. Mascara accented and enhanced the natural beauty of her lashes. Harmony and the rest of the Cordettes were crowded around, primping and participating in a mutual admiration fest. Just as Harmony was applying a layer of Hard Candy’s ‘Cotton Candy’ lip-gloss, Xander and Jesse rode down the hallway on their skateboards, joking and pushing as they went. Unfortunately, when they passed the group of girls, Xander lost his balance and fell into Aura, pushing her into Harmony who stumbled into Cordelia as she smeared the gloss on her face.
“Watch it, loser!” Harmony yelled.
Xander jumped to his feet. “Ooo, good one, Harm. You’ve been practicing those insults, haven’t you.”
Harmony sputtered, trying to think of another insult. “Loser!” She finally yelled again as Xander and Jesse fled the scene.
“God,” Harmony complained to Cordelia, “can you believe what losers those two are?”
When she didn’t answer, Harmony continued, “I mean, who do they think they are?” She asked, turning to look behind her. She screamed at the sight before her. There, laying on the floor, was Cordelia, her mascara wand sticking out of her eye. Apparently, when Harmony had fallen against her, the wand had rammed into her eye, entering her brain and killing her instantly.
“Oh my god!” Aphrodesia screamed. The group stood in horror, staring at their leader, their Queen, dead on the floor before them.
“Her make-up killed her,” Aura whispered in awe.
“Isn’t it horrible?” Gwen asked Harmony.
“Yeah,” Harmony agreed, “horrible.” But inside, she was already debating, would she call the rest of them the Harmettes, or maybe the Harmonettes? And what shade of lip-gloss did one wear to a funeral?
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