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rainbowfic2015-08-01 05:33 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-01 05:33 pm
Rose #27, Dragon Scale Green #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Coming Home
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Rose #27. Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden., Dragon Scale Green #4. "Better to sit all night than to go to bed with a dragon." ― Proverb
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (duck gallery), photography, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), acrylic, oils, stain, pastels (my current gen + romance card, G5 "dancing"), novelty beads
Word Count: 308
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: Kidnapping by magical creatures, some internalized ableism.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Takes place after* section 8 of this.
He should have known better than to follow Telri. His family had been working with supernatural beings since before his grandmother was born. Hell, he was even part-djinn himself. He knew that things were almost always not what they seemed.
But he'd seen her dancing there, barefoot in the woods on Halloween, dressed all in white, and she'd...she'd made him feel...whole.
So he'd followed her, and he hadn't really cared when he noticed that they'd crossed over, except sometimes to wonder about his sisters, and worry about the hell his mother must be raising back in the human world.
And he knew damn well not to trust how much time he thought had passed. But after what felt like a year, he'd asked her, and she'd promised him that time was moving faster here--though she refused to tell him how much faster.
And then, she kissed him softly one morning, and took his hand, and pulled him gently back to the same grove where they'd crossed over five years before, and they danced, and danced, and he knew she was letting him go. And it had been over a year since he'd thought of his mother, of his father, of Riluke, of Kirana, of Nolani, and while...while, in that moment, he missed them so much it felt like being set on fire again, a part of him couldn't...a part of him wanted to say...
But you didn't say 'I love you' to a faerie. He was smart enough to know that.
So he closed his eyes and kissed her again, and when he opened them, he was back home in the human woods, with his three-year-old changeling daughter clinging to his sleeve, watching Telri, barefoot in her white dress with her long dark hair loose at her shoulders, disappearing into the mists.
*A year and a day has passed outside Faerie, but Isshiri doesn't know that yet.
Story: Coming Home
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Rose #27. Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden., Dragon Scale Green #4. "Better to sit all night than to go to bed with a dragon." ― Proverb
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (duck gallery), photography, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), acrylic, oils, stain, pastels (my current gen + romance card, G5 "dancing"), novelty beads
Word Count: 308
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: Kidnapping by magical creatures, some internalized ableism.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Takes place after* section 8 of this.
He should have known better than to follow Telri. His family had been working with supernatural beings since before his grandmother was born. Hell, he was even part-djinn himself. He knew that things were almost always not what they seemed.
But he'd seen her dancing there, barefoot in the woods on Halloween, dressed all in white, and she'd...she'd made him feel...whole.
So he'd followed her, and he hadn't really cared when he noticed that they'd crossed over, except sometimes to wonder about his sisters, and worry about the hell his mother must be raising back in the human world.
And he knew damn well not to trust how much time he thought had passed. But after what felt like a year, he'd asked her, and she'd promised him that time was moving faster here--though she refused to tell him how much faster.
And then, she kissed him softly one morning, and took his hand, and pulled him gently back to the same grove where they'd crossed over five years before, and they danced, and danced, and he knew she was letting him go. And it had been over a year since he'd thought of his mother, of his father, of Riluke, of Kirana, of Nolani, and while...while, in that moment, he missed them so much it felt like being set on fire again, a part of him couldn't...a part of him wanted to say...
But you didn't say 'I love you' to a faerie. He was smart enough to know that.
So he closed his eyes and kissed her again, and when he opened them, he was back home in the human woods, with his three-year-old changeling daughter clinging to his sleeve, watching Telri, barefoot in her white dress with her long dark hair loose at her shoulders, disappearing into the mists.
*A year and a day has passed outside Faerie, but Isshiri doesn't know that yet.
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It really is...I'm sure it'll be interesting when Roneli's old enough for Telri to take an interest in her again...