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rainbowfic2015-08-15 10:39 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-15 10:39 pm
Milk Bottle #17, Earth #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Little Brother
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Milk Bottle #17. Funhouse, Earth #6. pride
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Main Stage), photography, frame, charcoal
Word Count: 302
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Tana
Warnings: Tana, and discussing a potential gruesome murder with Eye Scream and an actual attempted murder with a bomb.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Things I never knew about Tana until now...
My little brother and I never got along.
That's not any kind of secret, of course. Even before he ruined everything and helped get Kellom killed, we weren't friends--right from the start, when we were little, we hated each other. Maybe because we were seven years apart--too far to be friends, too close to be hero and hero-worshipper.
But, at the same time, it's not...
I think about the other people who were traitors who ruined everything--about Mamma, about Deva, and all the rest--and I can't quite put Andrell in with them? Even though he did worse. He did so much worse.
But Keta told me today about the bomb someone put in his study, and--well, if it had been Mamma, or Deva, I would have been happy, or at least...I don't know the word for it, but that satisfied feeling when a horrible person gets what's coming to them? That. I'd feel that.
But I didn't feel it, when I heard about the assassination attempt. I just got angry. And I don't really understand why, because Andrell and I are not friends. We don't like each other. And I'm sure he would see me dead just as happily as I would shove a knife through his eye.
Maybe it's because he's my vicious traitorous little brother who ruined everything. How dare they try to hurt him.
Yes. That's it. That's why I'm angry. I understand it now. It makes perfect sense.
Of courses, one day, I'll figure out how to get back at him for everything he's done. It'll make the time I put an angry badger in his bed into a fond memory, for what little time I let him remember.
But he's my brother. He's mine.
No one else is allowed to hurt him. Ever, ever again.
Story: Little Brother
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Milk Bottle #17. Funhouse, Earth #6. pride
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Main Stage), photography, frame, charcoal
Word Count: 302
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Tana
Warnings: Tana, and discussing a potential gruesome murder with Eye Scream and an actual attempted murder with a bomb.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Things I never knew about Tana until now...
My little brother and I never got along.
That's not any kind of secret, of course. Even before he ruined everything and helped get Kellom killed, we weren't friends--right from the start, when we were little, we hated each other. Maybe because we were seven years apart--too far to be friends, too close to be hero and hero-worshipper.
But, at the same time, it's not...
I think about the other people who were traitors who ruined everything--about Mamma, about Deva, and all the rest--and I can't quite put Andrell in with them? Even though he did worse. He did so much worse.
But Keta told me today about the bomb someone put in his study, and--well, if it had been Mamma, or Deva, I would have been happy, or at least...I don't know the word for it, but that satisfied feeling when a horrible person gets what's coming to them? That. I'd feel that.
But I didn't feel it, when I heard about the assassination attempt. I just got angry. And I don't really understand why, because Andrell and I are not friends. We don't like each other. And I'm sure he would see me dead just as happily as I would shove a knife through his eye.
Maybe it's because he's my vicious traitorous little brother who ruined everything. How dare they try to hurt him.
Yes. That's it. That's why I'm angry. I understand it now. It makes perfect sense.
Of courses, one day, I'll figure out how to get back at him for everything he's done. It'll make the time I put an angry badger in his bed into a fond memory, for what little time I let him remember.
But he's my brother. He's mine.
No one else is allowed to hurt him. Ever, ever again.
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