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rainbowfic2015-02-24 07:47 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-02-24 07:47 pm
French Grey #21, Patriarch Purple #12, Rose #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: City Lights
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #21. To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived., Patriarch Purple #12. New York, Rose #9. How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
When Taz swims up the coast of North America, to see what she can find, she stops in New York for a little while. She spends her days playing with the local extranormal seafolk--all different shapes and colors than her kin in the Caribbean.
But at night…
Well, every city sparkles at night, with its lights reflected by water. But New York has a reputation for a reason.
At night, Taz drags herself onto Liberty Island, as high up as she can safely get, and watches the lights, and listens to the music, of the city that never sleeps.
Story: City Lights
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #21. To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived., Patriarch Purple #12. New York, Rose #9. How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
When Taz swims up the coast of North America, to see what she can find, she stops in New York for a little while. She spends her days playing with the local extranormal seafolk--all different shapes and colors than her kin in the Caribbean.
But at night…
Well, every city sparkles at night, with its lights reflected by water. But New York has a reputation for a reason.
At night, Taz drags herself onto Liberty Island, as high up as she can safely get, and watches the lights, and listens to the music, of the city that never sleeps.
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