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rainbowfic2013-08-06 05:51 pm
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Crane White #2, Fire Opal #15
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Seeds
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crane White #2. The duke and the duchess' luscious young girls (Lonura and Andrell hang out.), Fire Opal #15. Obsession
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from Kat), graffiti (Midsumer Night's Dream), frame, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card N5 "the other man/woman"), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 527
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lonura, Andrell
Warnings: Adultery, references to fertility difficulties, some internalized sexism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“How is she doing?” Andrell asked, abruptly.
Lonura sighed. “It’s…hard for her. I think she wants to go home—go back to Glass, I mean—sooner than scheduled.”
“I can’t say I blame her,” he said, dragging a knife along his orange, removing the peel all in one cut. “…she knows I don’t, right?”
“Knows you don’t what?”
“Blame her.”
Lonura nodded. “She does, but…that doesn’t mean she doesn’t blame herself. And now that Tova has made it quite clear that it isn’t your fault…”
“It’s no one’s fault,” Andrell said, a little sharper than he intended.
Lonura spread her hands. “I know. I’m just…she doesn’t talk about it much, even to me, but I’m fairly certain that’s what she thinks.”
Andrell made a face, but didn’t argue with that. “Lonura, do you ever…” he started to ask, then trailed off.
“Do I ever what?”
He sighed. “It’s a bad time to ask.” H e offered her a segment of the orange, which she refused with a brief headshake.
“Ask, Andrell. Or it’ll eat away at both of us until you do, you know that.”
He smiled wryly. “I suppose you’re right.” He sighed, and rolled one of the seeds around in his fingers for a moment. “Do you want any of your own?”
“No,” she said, immediately.
Andrell looked up at her, surprised that she hadn’t had to think about it. “I don’t mean right now, obviously, but…someday.”
“I know what you meant,” Lonura said. “And, no, I don’t want any. Not of my own body, I mean. I would rather be another mother—or an aunt—to Nolani’s.”
“Don’t you have an estate to pass on?”
She nodded. “I do, but my father’s sister has four children living, and two of them already have children of their own. I’m not worried about that. And…” She shrugged. “I will be honest—and maybe it means there’s something lacking in me as a woman—but I…don’t like the idea of sharing my body with another person like that. Once outside of my body, I would be happy to be a mother, it’s just…I don’t want that year.”
Andrell considered that for a moment. “I suppose, if that’s what you want,” he finally said.
She arched an eyebrow. “What, did you have a particular man in mind to assist?”
He flushed. “One or two have approached me.”
Lonura laughed. “Tell them I am content with things as they are, as is my family. And,” she smirked, sauntering over to him with her hips rolling from side to side, “if they argue, tell them that a man could never please me anyway.”
Bright red, he threw the orange peel at her. Still laughing, she dodged. He couldn’t help but join her after a moment.
“You have a filthy mind, you know that,” he said, when they’d caught their breath.
“You,” she replied, saucily, “have no idea.”
Story: Seeds
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crane White #2. The duke and the duchess' luscious young girls (Lonura and Andrell hang out.), Fire Opal #15. Obsession
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from Kat), graffiti (Midsumer Night's Dream), frame, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card N5 "the other man/woman"), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 527
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lonura, Andrell
Warnings: Adultery, references to fertility difficulties, some internalized sexism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“How is she doing?” Andrell asked, abruptly.
Lonura sighed. “It’s…hard for her. I think she wants to go home—go back to Glass, I mean—sooner than scheduled.”
“I can’t say I blame her,” he said, dragging a knife along his orange, removing the peel all in one cut. “…she knows I don’t, right?”
“Knows you don’t what?”
“Blame her.”
Lonura nodded. “She does, but…that doesn’t mean she doesn’t blame herself. And now that Tova has made it quite clear that it isn’t your fault…”
“It’s no one’s fault,” Andrell said, a little sharper than he intended.
Lonura spread her hands. “I know. I’m just…she doesn’t talk about it much, even to me, but I’m fairly certain that’s what she thinks.”
Andrell made a face, but didn’t argue with that. “Lonura, do you ever…” he started to ask, then trailed off.
“Do I ever what?”
He sighed. “It’s a bad time to ask.” H e offered her a segment of the orange, which she refused with a brief headshake.
“Ask, Andrell. Or it’ll eat away at both of us until you do, you know that.”
He smiled wryly. “I suppose you’re right.” He sighed, and rolled one of the seeds around in his fingers for a moment. “Do you want any of your own?”
“No,” she said, immediately.
Andrell looked up at her, surprised that she hadn’t had to think about it. “I don’t mean right now, obviously, but…someday.”
“I know what you meant,” Lonura said. “And, no, I don’t want any. Not of my own body, I mean. I would rather be another mother—or an aunt—to Nolani’s.”
“Don’t you have an estate to pass on?”
She nodded. “I do, but my father’s sister has four children living, and two of them already have children of their own. I’m not worried about that. And…” She shrugged. “I will be honest—and maybe it means there’s something lacking in me as a woman—but I…don’t like the idea of sharing my body with another person like that. Once outside of my body, I would be happy to be a mother, it’s just…I don’t want that year.”
Andrell considered that for a moment. “I suppose, if that’s what you want,” he finally said.
She arched an eyebrow. “What, did you have a particular man in mind to assist?”
He flushed. “One or two have approached me.”
Lonura laughed. “Tell them I am content with things as they are, as is my family. And,” she smirked, sauntering over to him with her hips rolling from side to side, “if they argue, tell them that a man could never please me anyway.”
Bright red, he threw the orange peel at her. Still laughing, she dodged. He couldn’t help but join her after a moment.
“You have a filthy mind, you know that,” he said, when they’d caught their breath.
“You,” she replied, saucily, “have no idea.”
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Lonura is very sensible most of the time, yes.
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I knoooooow.