the leaving song

[crossfortune]

Name: Mischa
Story: as if words could be undone
Colors: atomic tangerine (deserted), halloween orange (By the time you see the patterns, it's a hundred times too late), octarine (Why did you have to upset everybody?)
Supplies and Styles: oils, "I remember the day you told me you were leaving", fingerpainting, canvas
Word Count: 133
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Mira leaves, without a word.
Notes: I tried for this to be a miniature, and failed.

Mira's smile doesn't reach his eyes, and his songs are soft with sorrow, his graceful, slender fingers trembling on the harpstrings. Pale hair and eyes like the moon, glimmering beneath the light.

"Good night, beloved," he murmurs, his voice quiet, and kisses him goodnight (goodbye), and draws away, not allowing Ilya to touch him. "My heart."

His lover doesn't come to bed all the night long: Ilya wakes in the first dawn's light, cold and alone, and Mira is gone, without a word. (and he knows exactly why). On the bedside table is the necklace his (deceased) mentor had given him, the ribbon Mira had never taken off until now.

He winds white silk through his fingers, and isn't certain whether it's a promise or whether he's wrong to hope.

Comments

[novel_machinist]

Goodbyes are such emotional things, I'd love to know more about Mira.

[crossfortune]

My next story should have a little more about Mira, hopefully.

[kay_brooke]

Oh, poor Ilya.

[crossfortune]

There's, unfortunately, more to come for him.

[shipwreck_light]

THIS IS NOT A FAILURE

This is beautiful and touching and just perfectly wistful. Thank you.

[crossfortune]

A failure in the sense of "too long", really.

I'm glad that you liked it.

[bookblather]

Ow. Ow ow ow. I can't blame Mira, but still, ow.

[crossfortune]

Yeah. :/ It was a painful situation, through and through.