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rainbowfic2015-06-23 07:30 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-23 07:30 pm
Octarine #6, French Grey #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Dragonscales
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Octarine #6. 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., French Grey #4. Some of you rich men have to be taught that all the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences.
Supplies and Materials: photography, eraser (Discovery AU), brush (belated), oils, pastels (my current gen + romance card I3 "vengeance"), novelty beads (come at me, bro)
Word Count: 295
Rating: R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Slavery, impending war
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It starts with rumors, and at first, Mel knows they can’t be true.
But the more he hears--the more he tracks the commonalities between the stories, the more he teases out the actual facts of the situation, the more he believes in it.
The boy at the market, the dragon-mage with absolutely no sense of self-preservation, is someone important. He’s here to save them. Because why else would he get himself arrested so deliberately? No one is that masochistic. Not without a damn good reason.
And if he still doesn’t believe that the boy was someone important going in--though it does make a certain amount of sense, because otherwise the boy would have ended up with the rest of them or just been executed. Either way, he wouldn’t just disappear.
But if Mel still can’t quite believe that, it doesn’t really matter, anyway. He’s important now.
When the rumors give way to whispered plans, spread carefully among the collared population of the city, to those who aren’t so broken they can’t be trusted, and then those plans build into a network--a new network; because the Roses are too easy to infiltrate--it’s like Mel has resurfaced after half a decade underwater.
By the time he gets a carefully stylized dragon tattooed on the inside of his wrist, on New Year’s Day of 987 FY, Mel isn’t even sure the Dragon Mage was real at all, and doesn’t really care. Fact or fiction, prince or pauper, a boy with a dragon and no sense of self-preservation has set Mel’s heart and soul on fire.
For the first time since leaving the Scarlet Eagle, as he carefully wraps a rag around his wrist to hide the mark from dangerous prying eyes, Mel feels alive.
Story: Dragonscales
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Octarine #6. 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., French Grey #4. Some of you rich men have to be taught that all the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences.
Supplies and Materials: photography, eraser (Discovery AU), brush (belated), oils, pastels (my current gen + romance card I3 "vengeance"), novelty beads (come at me, bro)
Word Count: 295
Rating: R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Slavery, impending war
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It starts with rumors, and at first, Mel knows they can’t be true.
But the more he hears--the more he tracks the commonalities between the stories, the more he teases out the actual facts of the situation, the more he believes in it.
The boy at the market, the dragon-mage with absolutely no sense of self-preservation, is someone important. He’s here to save them. Because why else would he get himself arrested so deliberately? No one is that masochistic. Not without a damn good reason.
And if he still doesn’t believe that the boy was someone important going in--though it does make a certain amount of sense, because otherwise the boy would have ended up with the rest of them or just been executed. Either way, he wouldn’t just disappear.
But if Mel still can’t quite believe that, it doesn’t really matter, anyway. He’s important now.
When the rumors give way to whispered plans, spread carefully among the collared population of the city, to those who aren’t so broken they can’t be trusted, and then those plans build into a network--a new network; because the Roses are too easy to infiltrate--it’s like Mel has resurfaced after half a decade underwater.
By the time he gets a carefully stylized dragon tattooed on the inside of his wrist, on New Year’s Day of 987 FY, Mel isn’t even sure the Dragon Mage was real at all, and doesn’t really care. Fact or fiction, prince or pauper, a boy with a dragon and no sense of self-preservation has set Mel’s heart and soul on fire.
For the first time since leaving the Scarlet Eagle, as he carefully wraps a rag around his wrist to hide the mark from dangerous prying eyes, Mel feels alive.