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rainbowfic2013-05-20 01:39 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-05-20 01:39 am
Sherry #7, Flame #1, Fever Red #3
Name: shadowsong26
Story: For Now
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Sherry #7. Had all my Life but been Mistake /Just rectified — in Thee, Flame #1. fire, Fever Red #3. chills
Supplies and Materials: canvas, watercolors, oils, stain, stickers ("In Roman times one could be designated a 'public enemy' which meant that every citizen was duty bound to kill or capture you. If you were caught, you would be tied up naked and beaten to death with heavy rods."), pastels (my current gen + romance card G2 "surprise"), novelty beads, glitter ("Love is giving someone the ability to destroy you… but trusting them not to." – Unknown), glue ("...taking small, deliberate steps now increases the chances of reaching your desired destination. There's no need to panic ... you have more time than you think.")
Word Count: 414
Rating: R
Characters: David Stone-Greenberg, Simon
Warnings: References to murder
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place when David is in his mid-thirties.
His hands curled around the styrofoam coffee cup, and he wished he could stare through the lid and watch it swirl. David--his son, dear God, Ruth had had his son--was talking, showing him pictures. Ruth, aging gracefully and still beautiful, and David's wife, Meri, their little girl, another on the way...
"I don't now what you want from me," he said abruptly, cutting off the young man's monologue.
David stopped, and blinked. "I just want..." He hesitated. "You disappeared before Mom even knew she was pregnant. I just want--"
"You want to know why?"
"I--"
"I was taken from your mother," he said, with every effort at keeping his voice steady, "by the same person who took my memories and put me with her. Because I was needed in another life. And why didn't I come back, when I remembered? Tell me, does she know you're here?"
"You didn't let me finish," David said, quietly, when the tirade was over.
"...I can't be the father you deserve," he said. "I'm sorry. I should go." He pushed back from the table. "Thank you for the coffee."
"Wait, please."
David caught his arm, and he flinched. "What?"
"I just want to know you," David said, letting go. "I don't...if you don't want to see Mom, that's your business. And if this...person takes you away again, I'll look for you again."
He blinked at his son, confused. "I killed a man," he said, abruptly. If that didn't make him leave..."Before I knew your mother, I killed a man who had been nothing but kind to me."
David was silent for a long minute. "Was it an accident?"
More than anything, he wanted to say yes. "...I didn't mean it," he whispered.
Another long moment of silence, then David took a deep breath. "You didn't finish your coffee," he said.
And that was all he said.
"You don't...you still...?"
"Whatever happened," David said, carefully, "I'm not the only person with a father who, for whatever reason, took someone's life. I grew up with a father who was a ghost. And you say you didn't mean it, and I believe you. That's enough."
"For now," he said.
David didn't deny it. "For now."
Slowly, he returned to his seat. "...what will you name the new baby?"
David smiled. "We haven't decided yet."
His hands curled around the styrofoam coffee cup again, and he relaxed and let the warmth seep in just a hair.
For now.
Story: For Now
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Sherry #7. Had all my Life but been Mistake /Just rectified — in Thee, Flame #1. fire, Fever Red #3. chills
Supplies and Materials: canvas, watercolors, oils, stain, stickers ("In Roman times one could be designated a 'public enemy' which meant that every citizen was duty bound to kill or capture you. If you were caught, you would be tied up naked and beaten to death with heavy rods."), pastels (my current gen + romance card G2 "surprise"), novelty beads, glitter ("Love is giving someone the ability to destroy you… but trusting them not to." – Unknown), glue ("...taking small, deliberate steps now increases the chances of reaching your desired destination. There's no need to panic ... you have more time than you think.")
Word Count: 414
Rating: R
Characters: David Stone-Greenberg, Simon
Warnings: References to murder
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place when David is in his mid-thirties.
His hands curled around the styrofoam coffee cup, and he wished he could stare through the lid and watch it swirl. David--his son, dear God, Ruth had had his son--was talking, showing him pictures. Ruth, aging gracefully and still beautiful, and David's wife, Meri, their little girl, another on the way...
"I don't now what you want from me," he said abruptly, cutting off the young man's monologue.
David stopped, and blinked. "I just want..." He hesitated. "You disappeared before Mom even knew she was pregnant. I just want--"
"You want to know why?"
"I--"
"I was taken from your mother," he said, with every effort at keeping his voice steady, "by the same person who took my memories and put me with her. Because I was needed in another life. And why didn't I come back, when I remembered? Tell me, does she know you're here?"
"You didn't let me finish," David said, quietly, when the tirade was over.
"...I can't be the father you deserve," he said. "I'm sorry. I should go." He pushed back from the table. "Thank you for the coffee."
"Wait, please."
David caught his arm, and he flinched. "What?"
"I just want to know you," David said, letting go. "I don't...if you don't want to see Mom, that's your business. And if this...person takes you away again, I'll look for you again."
He blinked at his son, confused. "I killed a man," he said, abruptly. If that didn't make him leave..."Before I knew your mother, I killed a man who had been nothing but kind to me."
David was silent for a long minute. "Was it an accident?"
More than anything, he wanted to say yes. "...I didn't mean it," he whispered.
Another long moment of silence, then David took a deep breath. "You didn't finish your coffee," he said.
And that was all he said.
"You don't...you still...?"
"Whatever happened," David said, carefully, "I'm not the only person with a father who, for whatever reason, took someone's life. I grew up with a father who was a ghost. And you say you didn't mean it, and I believe you. That's enough."
"For now," he said.
David didn't deny it. "For now."
Slowly, he returned to his seat. "...what will you name the new baby?"
David smiled. "We haven't decided yet."
His hands curled around the styrofoam coffee cup again, and he relaxed and let the warmth seep in just a hair.
For now.
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Simon did actually have a wife and at least one daughter in his original life, but that was centuries ago, and he never dreamed it would happen again, even with his marriage to Ruth.
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It does, in the long run, I think. Not as well as things go in the Ruth AU, just because Ruth means something different than David does, and David's acceptance/forgiveness doesn't have...quite the same weight, because of Miriam. But he's still much better off with David and his descendants looking out for him than he was with just Michaela. MUCH better.
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