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rainbowfic2015-08-18 06:41 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-18 06:41 pm
Milk Bottle #9, Earth #10, Octarine #30
Name: shadowsong26
Story: A Terrible Idea
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Milk Bottle #9. Fortune teller, Earth #10. charity, Octarine #30. The truth is too precious to die for.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Main Stage), miniature, photography, pastels (my current gen + romance card I5 "romantic relationship (assumed)")
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Mariko
Warnings: References to the fire and an extremely unhealthy relationship, reference to mutilation not connected with said relationship.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taking Lux back was a terrible idea. Mariko knew that.
But the reasons she’d given, for the fire, for everything had made sense. Visceral terror, a refusal to cave to people who had mutilated her…
She’d been arguing with herself for three days now, trying to talk herself out of it, and, once again, she failed. Time to stop stalling and choose.
She loved Lux, despite everything. And Lux had had good reasons for the fire, if not for dragging her into it.
Mariko took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and picked up the phone to call her.
Story: A Terrible Idea
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Milk Bottle #9. Fortune teller, Earth #10. charity, Octarine #30. The truth is too precious to die for.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Main Stage), miniature, photography, pastels (my current gen + romance card I5 "romantic relationship (assumed)")
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Mariko
Warnings: References to the fire and an extremely unhealthy relationship, reference to mutilation not connected with said relationship.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taking Lux back was a terrible idea. Mariko knew that.
But the reasons she’d given, for the fire, for everything had made sense. Visceral terror, a refusal to cave to people who had mutilated her…
She’d been arguing with herself for three days now, trying to talk herself out of it, and, once again, she failed. Time to stop stalling and choose.
She loved Lux, despite everything. And Lux had had good reasons for the fire, if not for dragging her into it.
Mariko took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and picked up the phone to call her.