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rainbowfic2013-09-05 10:05 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-05 10:05 pm
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: bittersweet,
- color: byzantium,
- color: feldgrau,
- story: lux,
- style: bichromatic,
- style: fingerpainting,
- style: reimagining,
- supply: brush,
- supply: canvas,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: charcoal,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: glue,
- supply: oils,
- supply: pastels,
- supply: stain,
- supply: yarn
Feldgrau #2, Byzantium #2, Bittersweet #3
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Weary
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Feldgrau #2. civil war, Byzantium #2. Everything in excess is opposed to nature., Bittersweet #3. nostalgia
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, fingerpainting (Michaela's insistent reliance on passive voice for all of the things), reimaging (of the flashbacks in Consequences), canvas, brush (etiolate), oils, stain, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card B2 "fury"), chalk (TW: police brutality), yarn, glitter ("betray"), glue "(Unfortunately, no matter what you plan, everything seems to take more work than you expect.")
Word Count: 282
Rating: R
Characters: Michaela, Lux
Warnings: War, implied mutilation, ostracism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Bichromatic and Bittersweet!
Michaela hefted the sword against the breastplate, weary and feeling its heaviness.
Words failed, studying the kneeling figure—kneeling sibling—who had been…
Who had been so beloved, and had cast it all aside.
Michaela was angry, yes, but more than angry…
Michaela was weary. Weary of the whole mess.
Their eyes met, and the kneeling one, the defeated one, began to laugh. A sick, bitter, broken laughter, and it tore at Michaela’s heart beyond comprehending, beyond words.
But Michaela forced the heart to hardness. The sword now rested against the fallen one’s shoulder, heavy with anger and sorrow and long-lost tenderness.
They had loved one another once, after all. Before all of this.
“You have transgressed.” Michaela’s voice was forced to monotone, to not betray what lurked beneath the breastplate. “You have transgressed and you must be punished.”
There was no indication that the forsaken one heard the apology Michaela was trying to make.
Michaela drew a deep breath and the sword spun with a speed that belied its weight, full of fire and just vengeance, severing that which marked what once was.
“You are unworthy,” Michaela finished, simply, and walked away, heart hardened to the faint, choking sobs coming from the erstwhile sibling.
Justice had been done.
Justice must always be done.
The weary sorrow at it covered Michaela like a cloak, as the ground swallowed the forgotten one whole.
Story: Weary
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Feldgrau #2. civil war, Byzantium #2. Everything in excess is opposed to nature., Bittersweet #3. nostalgia
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, fingerpainting (Michaela's insistent reliance on passive voice for all of the things), reimaging (of the flashbacks in Consequences), canvas, brush (etiolate), oils, stain, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card B2 "fury"), chalk (TW: police brutality), yarn, glitter ("betray"), glue "(Unfortunately, no matter what you plan, everything seems to take more work than you expect.")
Word Count: 282
Rating: R
Characters: Michaela, Lux
Warnings: War, implied mutilation, ostracism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Bichromatic and Bittersweet!
Michaela hefted the sword against the breastplate, weary and feeling its heaviness.
Words failed, studying the kneeling figure—kneeling sibling—who had been…
Who had been so beloved, and had cast it all aside.
Michaela was angry, yes, but more than angry…
Michaela was weary. Weary of the whole mess.
Their eyes met, and the kneeling one, the defeated one, began to laugh. A sick, bitter, broken laughter, and it tore at Michaela’s heart beyond comprehending, beyond words.
But Michaela forced the heart to hardness. The sword now rested against the fallen one’s shoulder, heavy with anger and sorrow and long-lost tenderness.
They had loved one another once, after all. Before all of this.
“You have transgressed.” Michaela’s voice was forced to monotone, to not betray what lurked beneath the breastplate. “You have transgressed and you must be punished.”
There was no indication that the forsaken one heard the apology Michaela was trying to make.
Michaela drew a deep breath and the sword spun with a speed that belied its weight, full of fire and just vengeance, severing that which marked what once was.
“You are unworthy,” Michaela finished, simply, and walked away, heart hardened to the faint, choking sobs coming from the erstwhile sibling.
Justice had been done.
Justice must always be done.
The weary sorrow at it covered Michaela like a cloak, as the ground swallowed the forgotten one whole.
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Michaela is pretty much incapable of maliciousness, and does grieve when violence has to be committed, but...yeah. Detached, doesn't quite get what's going on in other people's heads.
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Michaela is somewhat confused by your offer of petting, but kind of sort of gets the intent behind it? Michaela is supremely detached and serves in a very martial role.
But, yeah. Michaela is weary and heartsick at the end of a long civil war, and does appreciate the gesture, once explained.