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rainbowfic2014-07-27 10:39 pm
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Fish Blue 1, Admin Yellow 16, Sphene 22: small
Author: Kat
Title: small
Story: In the Heart - Spartacus AU
Colors: Fish blue 1 (Coelacanth), admin yellow 16 (Once we become predictable, we become vulnerable.), sphene 22 (Sources)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser, oils (oaks from acorns), stain (Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain. - John F. Kennedy), fabric (this picture)
Word Count: 181
Rating: PG-13 for very minor sexy bits
Summary: She was so small.
Warnings: slavery.
Notes: Itty-bitty baby Spartacus AU ficlet that may or may not end up going anywhere. Incidentally, my roommate says "Spartacus" in the funniest, most ridiculous accent ever and if I can convince her I will record it and upload it for you all.
She was so small.
He remembered that most of her, that she was so small. In the villa, attending on Dominus, she looked tiny, loomed over by every other slave and every Roman that came near. In the halls of the ludus she looked even smaller, walking hunched and shrunken to avoid drawing attention to herself. In their cell she was smaller still, terrified and shaking, her knees drawn to her chest.
And when she did not fear them, when she consented to come under their hands, her body between theirs seemed impossibly fragile, her bones light and hollow as a bird's. It did not seem possible that she could take them, yet she did, and her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure.
They had brought such pleasure to her. Pleasure, and death. He remembered that as well.
"The child was too large for her," they had said, in the villa, and twisted words hurried down to the ludus and their ears. "She died in the birthing."
Of course she did. She was so impossibly small.
Title: small
Story: In the Heart - Spartacus AU
Colors: Fish blue 1 (Coelacanth), admin yellow 16 (Once we become predictable, we become vulnerable.), sphene 22 (Sources)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser, oils (oaks from acorns), stain (Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain. - John F. Kennedy), fabric (this picture)
Word Count: 181
Rating: PG-13 for very minor sexy bits
Summary: She was so small.
Warnings: slavery.
Notes: Itty-bitty baby Spartacus AU ficlet that may or may not end up going anywhere. Incidentally, my roommate says "Spartacus" in the funniest, most ridiculous accent ever and if I can convince her I will record it and upload it for you all.
She was so small.
He remembered that most of her, that she was so small. In the villa, attending on Dominus, she looked tiny, loomed over by every other slave and every Roman that came near. In the halls of the ludus she looked even smaller, walking hunched and shrunken to avoid drawing attention to herself. In their cell she was smaller still, terrified and shaking, her knees drawn to her chest.
And when she did not fear them, when she consented to come under their hands, her body between theirs seemed impossibly fragile, her bones light and hollow as a bird's. It did not seem possible that she could take them, yet she did, and her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure.
They had brought such pleasure to her. Pleasure, and death. He remembered that as well.
"The child was too large for her," they had said, in the villa, and twisted words hurried down to the ludus and their ears. "She died in the birthing."
Of course she did. She was so impossibly small.
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DID
YOU
GET
SO
MUCH
STORY
IN
SO
FEW
WORDS?
You's magic. I knows it nao.
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