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rainbowfic2015-06-10 03:35 am
crossfortune) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-10 03:35 am
Entry tags:
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Name: Mischa
Story: i never promised you a rose garden
Colors: bistre (her smile went through me like a spear), octarine (Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life)
Supplies and Styles: seed beads, charcoal, fingerpainting, canvas
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death
Summary: Solange Lemieux, the Sword of the Morning, through another's eyes.
Notes: some years before the events of the main plot of i never promised you a rose garden and especially as a perpetual star.
The first time Alain Florent beholds the Sword of the Morning, who is young enough to be little more than a girl, she descends the stairs of the Grand Cathedral, the bells tolling another hour's call to prayer. The torches brightly light the path: winter means that none will see the sun until spring, their days and nights otherwise spent in total darkness.
Her back is perfectly straight as she carries herself with perfect grace, tightly controlled, and her long black hair is loose and unadorned, trailing about her slender shoulders, violet eyes intent. This might be a moment of peace, brief as any they have ever known, but chainmail glints beneath the long sleeves of the simple white dress and long white cloak she wears, Lightbringer sheathed at her side.
The smallfolk scatter in terrified, grateful awe as she passes, though some brave souls try to touch the hem of her gown. Alain refuses to allow himself to stare, and when next he looks, she is gone.
***
"We, who are the soldiers of the Maiden-"
The last time he sees her, it is before battle. Her white gown has been replaced with a white surcoat over her full armor, hair tucked beneath her helm. As always, Lightbringer is sheathed at her side, and she rises from prayer to greet him.
He knows that they will win the battle: that is what matters. That they are victorious, and the Steel Maiden be with them and smile upon their efforts. And that they die well in her name.
"May you have a good death, commander." the Sword of the Morning says: her voice is soft, and the smile she gives him is shy but backed with steel.
He does.
.
Story: i never promised you a rose garden
Colors: bistre (her smile went through me like a spear), octarine (Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life)
Supplies and Styles: seed beads, charcoal, fingerpainting, canvas
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death
Summary: Solange Lemieux, the Sword of the Morning, through another's eyes.
Notes: some years before the events of the main plot of i never promised you a rose garden and especially as a perpetual star.
The first time Alain Florent beholds the Sword of the Morning, who is young enough to be little more than a girl, she descends the stairs of the Grand Cathedral, the bells tolling another hour's call to prayer. The torches brightly light the path: winter means that none will see the sun until spring, their days and nights otherwise spent in total darkness.
Her back is perfectly straight as she carries herself with perfect grace, tightly controlled, and her long black hair is loose and unadorned, trailing about her slender shoulders, violet eyes intent. This might be a moment of peace, brief as any they have ever known, but chainmail glints beneath the long sleeves of the simple white dress and long white cloak she wears, Lightbringer sheathed at her side.
The smallfolk scatter in terrified, grateful awe as she passes, though some brave souls try to touch the hem of her gown. Alain refuses to allow himself to stare, and when next he looks, she is gone.
***
"We, who are the soldiers of the Maiden-"
The last time he sees her, it is before battle. Her white gown has been replaced with a white surcoat over her full armor, hair tucked beneath her helm. As always, Lightbringer is sheathed at her side, and she rises from prayer to greet him.
He knows that they will win the battle: that is what matters. That they are victorious, and the Steel Maiden be with them and smile upon their efforts. And that they die well in her name.
"May you have a good death, commander." the Sword of the Morning says: her voice is soft, and the smile she gives him is shy but backed with steel.
He does.
.
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That was actually the mental image that got me started writing this story, too.
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I'm really glad the ending worked.
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Alain died.
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Badass women are one of my favorite things to write, so there will be plenty more of those.