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rainbowfic2012-11-23 08:49 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-11-23 08:49 pm
Bone #5, Arsenic #5, Grey #5
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Drifting
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone #5. death rattle, Arsenic #5. lead, Grey #5. going grey
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Desshiri!Verse), modeling clay, pastels (my current GRK card N4 "bluffing"), chalk, novelty beads ("The nightmares of our past haunt the dreams of our future")
Word Count: 527
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mel, Vor Lefret
Warnings: References to enslavement and genocide
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
After a few minutes, Mel realized he was awake, and on the ocean. He thought, at first, that he was still asleep--weightless and floating and far from his cell.
It took him several minutes longer to realize he was on an Islander ship. It made sense--he vaguely remembered an Islander coming into his cell--but...
With effort, he managed to get himself upright and out of the hammock, then grabbed onto it so he wouldn't fall. He's gonna take me home, and...
Well, he didn't quite know exactly what would happen. He'd never heard of anyone else breaking faith with a ship. Not in his Clan, nor any other, and word of something like that would have spread, and fast. Obviously there would be consequences, he just didn't know what.
He could at least find out whose ship he was on. There would have to be some kind of identifying carving. Especially since he was in the ship's infirmary. It had one, so it was a bigger one--an Old Warrior, based on the spacings of the support posts. Not a Great Lady, like the Eagle, at least.
He stumbled over to the desk, mostly by letting go of the hammock strategically when the ship rocked. An abstract dolphin carving, laid in subtly with wood tiles of varying colors. Lefret, then. He let out a long slow breath. That could be either good or bad, if they were still feuding with Artwick. He had been Artwick, but since he wasn't anymore, he wasn't a valuable hostage. No matter what his line.
"Hey, you shouldn't be up."
He jumped and turned around. There was a tall man who seemed vaguely familiar standing in the infirmary doorway.
"Come on, I'll help you. Is it okay to take your hand?"
"I...y-yes," he croaked.
The maybe-stranger smiled and crossed over to him in three steps. "Here..." Gently, he pulled Mel back over to the hammock. "We were pretty surprised to find you there. Place was pretty deserted."
"Yeah..."
Fortunately, he switched gears. "We didn't find anythin' with your name on."
Mel looked away. "Usually don't." And now it could get ugly. "S'Mel," he finally said, taking a chance and leaving out his Clan name.
His rescuer was silent for a long moment. "I'm Vor Lefret. This's the Night Stallion, I'm his captain."
"How long...?"
"A few days since we got to the ship. We picked you up after the City fell, 'bout a week ago," Captain Vor answered. "You woke up a couple times, but you didn't ever say anythin'. My medic says you barely seemed to recognize him."
"I drift," Mel said. "I...think. S'kinda..."
Vor smiled. "You'll be all right. We'll get you home."
Mel opened his mouth, to say he couldn't, to explain why he couldn't, but Vor held up his hand.
"Don't worry about it right now." He smiled again. "We can talk more later. It's good you're awake."
He probably wouldn't be for much longer, though. His vision was already starting to go grey at the edges. "'Kay," he finally said, and his eyes slid shut and everything faded but the feel of the ocean beneath him.
Story: Drifting
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone #5. death rattle, Arsenic #5. lead, Grey #5. going grey
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Desshiri!Verse), modeling clay, pastels (my current GRK card N4 "bluffing"), chalk, novelty beads ("The nightmares of our past haunt the dreams of our future")
Word Count: 527
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mel, Vor Lefret
Warnings: References to enslavement and genocide
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
After a few minutes, Mel realized he was awake, and on the ocean. He thought, at first, that he was still asleep--weightless and floating and far from his cell.
It took him several minutes longer to realize he was on an Islander ship. It made sense--he vaguely remembered an Islander coming into his cell--but...
With effort, he managed to get himself upright and out of the hammock, then grabbed onto it so he wouldn't fall. He's gonna take me home, and...
Well, he didn't quite know exactly what would happen. He'd never heard of anyone else breaking faith with a ship. Not in his Clan, nor any other, and word of something like that would have spread, and fast. Obviously there would be consequences, he just didn't know what.
He could at least find out whose ship he was on. There would have to be some kind of identifying carving. Especially since he was in the ship's infirmary. It had one, so it was a bigger one--an Old Warrior, based on the spacings of the support posts. Not a Great Lady, like the Eagle, at least.
He stumbled over to the desk, mostly by letting go of the hammock strategically when the ship rocked. An abstract dolphin carving, laid in subtly with wood tiles of varying colors. Lefret, then. He let out a long slow breath. That could be either good or bad, if they were still feuding with Artwick. He had been Artwick, but since he wasn't anymore, he wasn't a valuable hostage. No matter what his line.
"Hey, you shouldn't be up."
He jumped and turned around. There was a tall man who seemed vaguely familiar standing in the infirmary doorway.
"Come on, I'll help you. Is it okay to take your hand?"
"I...y-yes," he croaked.
The maybe-stranger smiled and crossed over to him in three steps. "Here..." Gently, he pulled Mel back over to the hammock. "We were pretty surprised to find you there. Place was pretty deserted."
"Yeah..."
Fortunately, he switched gears. "We didn't find anythin' with your name on."
Mel looked away. "Usually don't." And now it could get ugly. "S'Mel," he finally said, taking a chance and leaving out his Clan name.
His rescuer was silent for a long moment. "I'm Vor Lefret. This's the Night Stallion, I'm his captain."
"How long...?"
"A few days since we got to the ship. We picked you up after the City fell, 'bout a week ago," Captain Vor answered. "You woke up a couple times, but you didn't ever say anythin'. My medic says you barely seemed to recognize him."
"I drift," Mel said. "I...think. S'kinda..."
Vor smiled. "You'll be all right. We'll get you home."
Mel opened his mouth, to say he couldn't, to explain why he couldn't, but Vor held up his hand.
"Don't worry about it right now." He smiled again. "We can talk more later. It's good you're awake."
He probably wouldn't be for much longer, though. His vision was already starting to go grey at the edges. "'Kay," he finally said, and his eyes slid shut and everything faded but the feel of the ocean beneath him.
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Yes, he will. But it'll all turn out okay in the end.
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Nice job.
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Miranda would probably have to wait in line after Riluke, heh.
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Oh, man, I almost pity the guy they're going after. XD Almost.