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rainbowfic2015-08-14 06:49 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-14 06:49 pm
Milk Bottle #10
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Lucky in Love
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Milk Bottle #10. Dark ride
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Second Stage), photography, canvas (983 FY), acrylic, oils, charcoal, seed beads
Word Count: 261
Rating: R
Characters: Keta
Warnings: Character/family/spouse/child death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
I used to think that I was lucky.
My sister Deva, when she married, did it for pure advantage. And if she and her husband have grown quite fond of each other over the years, that isn’t love. Not like what our parents have. Not like what we all, when we were little, used to dream of, reading fantasies and fairytales and whispering to each other in the dark.
And my sister Sola has the perfect partner in her husband, but in the business or political sense. Not what we used to imagine. They are happy, but they don’t love one another. Not like our parents did. Not like in the stories. Not like…
Oh, I won’t claim there were no politics in my marriage. I am still, after all, the daughter of a King.
But my husband and I…we chose each other, from a list of advantageous candidates, the way my parents chose each other, and we--ah, we…we loved each other. And I used to think I was lucky, because I got everything I ever wanted, could ever possibly want, out of my marriage.
Today, they told me they’ve stopped searching for his body, that I’ve lost him to the river, forever. And it hurts so much, like hearing about the accident all over again, almost like burying my son all over again, and I…
I wish I hadn’t found it. I wish I hadn’t loved him. I wish I hadn’t gotten my silly girlish daydreams, all come true.
I think my sisters were, in fact, the lucky ones.
Story: Lucky in Love
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Milk Bottle #10. Dark ride
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Second Stage), photography, canvas (983 FY), acrylic, oils, charcoal, seed beads
Word Count: 261
Rating: R
Characters: Keta
Warnings: Character/family/spouse/child death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
I used to think that I was lucky.
My sister Deva, when she married, did it for pure advantage. And if she and her husband have grown quite fond of each other over the years, that isn’t love. Not like what our parents have. Not like what we all, when we were little, used to dream of, reading fantasies and fairytales and whispering to each other in the dark.
And my sister Sola has the perfect partner in her husband, but in the business or political sense. Not what we used to imagine. They are happy, but they don’t love one another. Not like our parents did. Not like in the stories. Not like…
Oh, I won’t claim there were no politics in my marriage. I am still, after all, the daughter of a King.
But my husband and I…we chose each other, from a list of advantageous candidates, the way my parents chose each other, and we--ah, we…we loved each other. And I used to think I was lucky, because I got everything I ever wanted, could ever possibly want, out of my marriage.
Today, they told me they’ve stopped searching for his body, that I’ve lost him to the river, forever. And it hurts so much, like hearing about the accident all over again, almost like burying my son all over again, and I…
I wish I hadn’t found it. I wish I hadn’t loved him. I wish I hadn’t gotten my silly girlish daydreams, all come true.
I think my sisters were, in fact, the lucky ones.
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