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rainbowfic2012-07-25 01:00 am
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Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: royal purple,
- color: tardis blue,
- color: white opal,
- story: feredar,
- style: tapestry,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: charcoal,
- supply: eraser,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: glue,
- supply: modeling clay,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: pastels,
- supply: stain
TARDIS Blue #17, Royal Purple #1, White Opal #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Call to Action
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: TARDIS Blue #17. Guns can seriously damage your health, you know!, Royal Purple #1. By prudence and steadfastness., White Opal #9. Gazing out the window
Supplies and Materials: tapestry (Royal Purple and eraser), eraser (Incest AU), pastels (my current gen+romance card G3 "alias"), novelty beads ("A good thing gone bad"), charcoal, stain, feathers, modeling clay, chalk, glitter (flag), glue ("There is a lot going on in your world today, yet you have the ability to limit your field of perceptions to drown out much of the noise. Others are impressed by your apparent calmness in the middle of chaos, and you can use this to your advantage.")
Word Count: 290
Rating: R
Characters: Queen Nida, Lady Rema
Warnings: References to major character death, murder, and enslavement
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 987 FY.
Nida stood at the window in the palace library, watching her twin grandsons practice archery in the snow, waiting for Rema's arrival. Her request for a meeting had been worded urgently, and Nida had replied immediately. The library was a good place to meet discreetly, as good as any, and it was no secret that she'd started rebuilding her relationship with her sister over the past few months.
She heard Rema step up behind her, and waited for her to speak.
"He's dead," Rema finally said, flatly.
Nida jerked, her attention riveted on Lemir and Rimell. They were almost the same age as--
"I thought the plan was to extract him alive," she said, not quite accusing. But she couldn't forget how her sister tended to use deaths to her advantage.
"There was an incident with his handler," Rema answered, calmly. "We couldn't intervene."
Nida would have to believe it, if she wanted to retain any semblance of peace of mind. "The plan was nearly in place..."
"We'll use the same one. But it would help if you sent someone, wrote a letter. To his family."
Nida watched as one of the twins--from this distance, in their heavy coats, she couldn't tell them apart--hit another bullseye and the other unmistakably sulked. They must be keeping score.
And the Glass prince was less than a year younger than them.
Nida's hand gripped the side of the window so tight her knuckles turned white. "If you can secure the body, I'll handle the rest."
Rema murmured something and retreated.
For a long time, Nida stood at the window, watching her grandsons and trying not to think of the family of the poor child she was sending home as a shell.
Story: Call to Action
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: TARDIS Blue #17. Guns can seriously damage your health, you know!, Royal Purple #1. By prudence and steadfastness., White Opal #9. Gazing out the window
Supplies and Materials: tapestry (Royal Purple and eraser), eraser (Incest AU), pastels (my current gen+romance card G3 "alias"), novelty beads ("A good thing gone bad"), charcoal, stain, feathers, modeling clay, chalk, glitter (flag), glue ("There is a lot going on in your world today, yet you have the ability to limit your field of perceptions to drown out much of the noise. Others are impressed by your apparent calmness in the middle of chaos, and you can use this to your advantage.")
Word Count: 290
Rating: R
Characters: Queen Nida, Lady Rema
Warnings: References to major character death, murder, and enslavement
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 987 FY.
Nida stood at the window in the palace library, watching her twin grandsons practice archery in the snow, waiting for Rema's arrival. Her request for a meeting had been worded urgently, and Nida had replied immediately. The library was a good place to meet discreetly, as good as any, and it was no secret that she'd started rebuilding her relationship with her sister over the past few months.
She heard Rema step up behind her, and waited for her to speak.
"He's dead," Rema finally said, flatly.
Nida jerked, her attention riveted on Lemir and Rimell. They were almost the same age as--
"I thought the plan was to extract him alive," she said, not quite accusing. But she couldn't forget how her sister tended to use deaths to her advantage.
"There was an incident with his handler," Rema answered, calmly. "We couldn't intervene."
Nida would have to believe it, if she wanted to retain any semblance of peace of mind. "The plan was nearly in place..."
"We'll use the same one. But it would help if you sent someone, wrote a letter. To his family."
Nida watched as one of the twins--from this distance, in their heavy coats, she couldn't tell them apart--hit another bullseye and the other unmistakably sulked. They must be keeping score.
And the Glass prince was less than a year younger than them.
Nida's hand gripped the side of the window so tight her knuckles turned white. "If you can secure the body, I'll handle the rest."
Rema murmured something and retreated.
For a long time, Nida stood at the window, watching her grandsons and trying not to think of the family of the poor child she was sending home as a shell.
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At this point, there's not much she can do besides what Rema wants--if Rema had been more honest with her at the start, she might've intervened before Isshiri got killed. But now he's dead...yeah.
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Yeah. Even if she didn't have grandsons almost the same age as Isshiri...