as if words could be undone

[crossfortune]

Name: Mischa
Story: as if words themselves could be undone
Colors: dove grey (I think clapping is how hands mourn), octarine (A marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.), atomic tangerine (repopulation)
Supplies and Styles: fingerpainting, canvas, miniature
Word Count: 88
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Sometimes he says things he regrets. This time, his boyfriend won't come home.
Notes: something that got stuck in my head. more worldbuilding to come in later stories.

All the words I shouldn’t have said, all the words I didn’t mean. I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have. I knew you weren’t to blame for Mother’s death, that your magic couldn’t have saved her when the sky rained fire, that you couldn’t have been everywhere at once and it was all you could have done to make sure there was still a world left to save, and still I said them anyway.

I never really blamed you. I...

Please come back to me, Mira. Please come home.

Comments

[kay_brooke]

I think we've all been there, saying hurtful things to people out of anger or grief, and then wishing we could take them back. I hope Mira does return.

[crossfortune]

It's true.

I'm not yet sure whether he will or not - probably will, but it won't be an easy thing.

[novel_machinist]

oh ouch.

[crossfortune]

That was exactly what I tried to go for, so I'm glad I managed to make it hurt in such a small space.

[shipwreck_light]

So that's what happened.

I...

Oh dear.

I can hear the desperation as it echoes against Mira's bitter refusal.

[crossfortune]

Part of what happened, anyway.

Ilya's desperate...and he has no idea just how far this goes. He's going to have to get used to disappointment.

[bookblather]

...I hate Ilya a little less. But only a little.

[crossfortune]

Ilya, at the least, really needs to be smacked with many clue-by-fours in the back of the head.