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rainbowfic2013-09-06 11:59 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-06 11:59 pm
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: caput mortuum,
- color: glitter,
- color: mikado yellow,
- story: feredar,
- style: miniature,
- style: photography,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: brush,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: eraser,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: modeling clay,
- supply: oils,
- supply: pastels,
- supply: seed beads
Caput Mortuum #1, Mikado Yellow #3, Glitter #20
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Empty
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Caput Mortuum #1. Pallor mortis, Mikado Yellow #3. It’s an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances., Glitter #20. He wanted to say. - Ragtime
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (Too Late AU), brush (fomite), oils, feathers, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card G5 "death"), chalk (children's graves), seed beads, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Ineku
Warnings: Death of a child
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Caput Mortuum! I'm so sorry for this.
Ineku couldn't look at his son's body. It was too small, too sunken, too devoid of anything that resembled his boy. It was just a shape.
Isshiri had been more than that. He'd been a smile, a tangle of limbs falling off a perch he'd known was too precarious for him, a rodent hidden in his older sister's bed.
And Kesshare...she felt it, he knew she did, but she didn't understand it. She didn't understand why the shape ate away at him.
He went to his daughters, instead, and tried to chase away the image of his hollow son.
Story: Empty
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Caput Mortuum #1. Pallor mortis, Mikado Yellow #3. It’s an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances., Glitter #20. He wanted to say. - Ragtime
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (Too Late AU), brush (fomite), oils, feathers, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card G5 "death"), chalk (children's graves), seed beads, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Ineku
Warnings: Death of a child
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Caput Mortuum! I'm so sorry for this.
Ineku couldn't look at his son's body. It was too small, too sunken, too devoid of anything that resembled his boy. It was just a shape.
Isshiri had been more than that. He'd been a smile, a tangle of limbs falling off a perch he'd known was too precarious for him, a rodent hidden in his older sister's bed.
And Kesshare...she felt it, he knew she did, but she didn't understand it. She didn't understand why the shape ate away at him.
He went to his daughters, instead, and tried to chase away the image of his hollow son.
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I'm glad it feels accurate. And I hope you never have to know what it's really like <3