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From: [identity profile] moon-destiny.livejournal.com
(first time writing Golden Girls fic, hope you like ^^;)

~*~

"Ma, you cheated." Dorothy glared at her mother, slamming the cards on the table.

"Aww, Pussycat, you always were a sore loser."

"I don't understand why you continue playing cards with your mother when it upsets you so," Blanche said, filing her nails, "especially since you aren't even playing for money." There was no use for money up here in Heaven but people still played with cards they imagined from their minds - that's how it worked up here, you'd only need to think of something and it would appear before you. Heaven was magical that way.

Sophia was, of course, the first of them to go. She was the oldest and died from natural causes. Then Dorothy joined her mother a year later, dying from cancer. Her death was peaceful too. Blanche was the latest addition to Heaven, having died from a massive stroke recently.

Time in Heaven didn’t move like it did on earth though. In Heaven, it was suspended. There wasn't a need for it so time moved like water in a stream. No one ever knew how much time passed nor did they care. They might’ve gotten an inkling when someone they knew died and joined them but that was about it.

There was one more person they were waiting for...but they hoped she wouldn't join them for quite sometime.

"It's not about money, Blanche, it's about winning!"

They were all gathered around a round table, much like the one they spent most of their twilight years gathered around, atmosphere around them all soft and white.

“Oh, there was a time when it was about money,” Blanche continued, now laughing. “Do you remember when we were on that show, Grab That Dough?”

All three of them gazed up, memories going back to a time when they were alive and ended up being contestants on a show where they won a lifetime supply of soup and a skillet. They remembered how their luggage was lost, how they had to sleep in the hotel lobby, how Ma and Rose didn’t talk to Blanche or Dorothy for an entire week after Blanche and Dorothy ditched them for a pair of brothers, one who didn’t say anything and one who uncontrollably touched the buzzer, mostly when he didn’t know the answer. It came as a big surprise then to Blanche and Dorothy when Rose ended up being the smartest contestant.

“Ah, those were some times we had.” Blanche sighed softly. It was no chore being dead, all your pain and aches went away, you appeared like you did at the time of your passing, but were merely a soul with the shadow of its former physical body and there was no point in sadness. Death was a natural part of life, but sometimes Blanche would catch herself and wish she could live once again. Being a soul with no physical body except for a mere image of what it used to inhabit on earth once meant there was no need for sex and…well, sex was something Blanche really enjoyed. A lot. And to not have it up here was a bit of a shock. Oh sure, men she’d encounter up here would shamelessly flirt because that’s what they all did when they set eyes on Blanche, but that was as far as it would go, unfortunately.

They kept reminiscing about old times and Rose Nylund, the Scandinavian nitwit they knew and loved. It was a way to pass the time, waiting for their dear old friend to join them.
From: [identity profile] egalitarianmuse.livejournal.com
This makes me sad and happy at the same time. I'm so glad to see these characters again and, yet, I'm a little sad the actresses are really, gone. Yeah, I'm blubbering a little.

I love it! Thank you. It's go to see that death hasn't changed them. Sophia is still a card. Dorothy is still trying to win over her mother. Blanche still thinks about sex like she breathes. They're still them. And, on Earth, you know Rose is still Rose.

It's perfect. You'd never know you hadn't written them before.
ext_147337: (End of Time Rose)
From: [identity profile] moon-destiny.livejournal.com
I know what you mean. I love them (both the actresses and the characters) and yet I know they've moved on and The Golden Girls is literally no more and it's sad to think about.

Sophia is still a card. Dorothy is still trying to win over her mother. Blanche still thinks about sex like she breathes. They're still them. And, on Earth, you know Rose is still Rose.

Thank you so much for this comment! That's exactly what I wanted to convey. ^^;

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