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rainbowfic2015-06-30 10:26 pm
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Rose #18, Platinum Blond #15, French Grey #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Guest List
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Rose #18. The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant., Platinum Blond #15. Gay marriage is going to cause single life as we know it to die out. Think of how the American family will be strengthened!, French Grey #8. It was worth a wound; it was worth many wounds; to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask.
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Mel Lives AU), acrylic, glue ("Intense feelings continue to rumble and stir from the hidden depths of your subconscious. Luckily, your inspiration knows no bounds now...You can successfully go further than you realize as long as you don't let the past define your future...The universe is very generous today; all you have to do is follow your intuition to get the right answer.")
Word Count: 409
Rating: PG
Characters: Mel, Vor
Warnings: Don't think so, no.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
More than anything, Mel wanted Isshiri at his wedding. The only problem was...well, it had been years, but there had been a time...
It might make things awkward.
"You should know," he said, then shifted. "I was...uh, for a real long time, I was in love with Isshiri."
Vor blinked and looked up from where he was paring down his family list to the most essential connections--Mel's own list had half the work done for him, since it was mostly made up of Kes and Lady Riluke and other people he'd come close to during the War. He didn't have any close relatives left, after all, and Artwick didn't seem to know quite what to do with a oathbreaker-turned-war-hero whose closest kin had turned out to be...well.
"Are you in love with him now?"
Mel shook his head. "No. Not for years now. Well, not like--he's like a...I wish he were my kin, you know?" It'd been that way since he'd met Vor, to tell the truth.
"Yeah. And you love me?" Vor said, with a smile.
He flushed. "More than anythin'."
"Then I don't see the problem," he said. "Look, Mel...I know trust don't come easy to you, and with reason. And I know how important he is to you, and how much it'll mean for him to be there for you. But I trust you, 'til the end. Past is past. You love me now, and picked me for your future. That's more'n enough for me." He leaned across the table and kissed Mel softly. "Besides. I'm lookin' forward to meetin' him. S'long as he doesn't bring his mother along."
"Oh, gods." Mel had met Crown Princess Kesshare exactly once, and that was more than enough. "No, I don't think he'll bring her." He smiled. "Thank you."
"And, hey--if he comes up to you and says he likes boys all of a sudden...come talk to me, and we'll make it work, yeah?" He arched one eyebrow. "If it comes to it, from what I've heard about him, I'd be willin' to share."
Mel flushed dark at the not altogether unpleasing mental image and turned back to his guest list with a faint cough of embarrassment, but he smiled, too, relieved. "He won't. But...thank you for that."
"Any time," Vor said cheerfully, then turned back to his own list, humming faintly to himself as he sorted through his relations.
Story: The Guest List
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Rose #18. The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant., Platinum Blond #15. Gay marriage is going to cause single life as we know it to die out. Think of how the American family will be strengthened!, French Grey #8. It was worth a wound; it was worth many wounds; to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask.
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Mel Lives AU), acrylic, glue ("Intense feelings continue to rumble and stir from the hidden depths of your subconscious. Luckily, your inspiration knows no bounds now...You can successfully go further than you realize as long as you don't let the past define your future...The universe is very generous today; all you have to do is follow your intuition to get the right answer.")
Word Count: 409
Rating: PG
Characters: Mel, Vor
Warnings: Don't think so, no.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
More than anything, Mel wanted Isshiri at his wedding. The only problem was...well, it had been years, but there had been a time...
It might make things awkward.
"You should know," he said, then shifted. "I was...uh, for a real long time, I was in love with Isshiri."
Vor blinked and looked up from where he was paring down his family list to the most essential connections--Mel's own list had half the work done for him, since it was mostly made up of Kes and Lady Riluke and other people he'd come close to during the War. He didn't have any close relatives left, after all, and Artwick didn't seem to know quite what to do with a oathbreaker-turned-war-hero whose closest kin had turned out to be...well.
"Are you in love with him now?"
Mel shook his head. "No. Not for years now. Well, not like--he's like a...I wish he were my kin, you know?" It'd been that way since he'd met Vor, to tell the truth.
"Yeah. And you love me?" Vor said, with a smile.
He flushed. "More than anythin'."
"Then I don't see the problem," he said. "Look, Mel...I know trust don't come easy to you, and with reason. And I know how important he is to you, and how much it'll mean for him to be there for you. But I trust you, 'til the end. Past is past. You love me now, and picked me for your future. That's more'n enough for me." He leaned across the table and kissed Mel softly. "Besides. I'm lookin' forward to meetin' him. S'long as he doesn't bring his mother along."
"Oh, gods." Mel had met Crown Princess Kesshare exactly once, and that was more than enough. "No, I don't think he'll bring her." He smiled. "Thank you."
"And, hey--if he comes up to you and says he likes boys all of a sudden...come talk to me, and we'll make it work, yeah?" He arched one eyebrow. "If it comes to it, from what I've heard about him, I'd be willin' to share."
Mel flushed dark at the not altogether unpleasing mental image and turned back to his guest list with a faint cough of embarrassment, but he smiled, too, relieved. "He won't. But...thank you for that."
"Any time," Vor said cheerfully, then turned back to his own list, humming faintly to himself as he sorted through his relations.
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This is such awesome Mel and I just love Vor here being so chill. Thank you for posting this. It made me smile a lot!
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