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rainbowfic2015-08-31 07:05 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-31 07:05 pm
Platinum Blond #9, Pepsi Cola #6, Blue Opal #5
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Cold Feet
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Platinum Blond #9. Oh, this dress is totally going to get me laid on my wedding night., Pepsi Cola #6. You got the world, but baby, at what price?, Blue Opal #5. Fixed
Supplies and Materials: photography, canvas (943 FY), oils, fabric, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 226
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nida
Warnings: References to war and espionage, oblique references to future assassination.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It wasn’t that Nida was getting cold feet. In fact, staring into the mirror, applying the finishing touches to her hair and her dress, thinking about how Sorell would, in a few short hours, be unraveling all of her and her sisters’ hard work…it left her anything but cold.
It was just…
He wasn’t supposed to be kind, and he wasn’t supposed to make her laugh. He wasn’t supposed to be someone she could get attached to, let alone so easily. And maybe she was wrong, maybe she was reading too much into things. They’d only known one another a few months, after all. Maybe once this first haze of infatuation passed, he would become what she expected and betraying him would be easy, in the end.
But then she pictured him smiling at her, sweet and warm, and kissing her softly, and holding her hand like something precious, and…
A tiny little part of her, despite knowing how important it was, hated herself for looking so pretty and liking him so much letting him like her when she knew she’d end up destroying him in the end.
So, she wasn’t getting cold feet. Not exactly. She did want to marry Sorell, and she did to do her duty--she wanted to do all of it. She just…she wished it didn’t have to be so hard.
Story: Cold Feet
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Platinum Blond #9. Oh, this dress is totally going to get me laid on my wedding night., Pepsi Cola #6. You got the world, but baby, at what price?, Blue Opal #5. Fixed
Supplies and Materials: photography, canvas (943 FY), oils, fabric, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 226
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nida
Warnings: References to war and espionage, oblique references to future assassination.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It wasn’t that Nida was getting cold feet. In fact, staring into the mirror, applying the finishing touches to her hair and her dress, thinking about how Sorell would, in a few short hours, be unraveling all of her and her sisters’ hard work…it left her anything but cold.
It was just…
He wasn’t supposed to be kind, and he wasn’t supposed to make her laugh. He wasn’t supposed to be someone she could get attached to, let alone so easily. And maybe she was wrong, maybe she was reading too much into things. They’d only known one another a few months, after all. Maybe once this first haze of infatuation passed, he would become what she expected and betraying him would be easy, in the end.
But then she pictured him smiling at her, sweet and warm, and kissing her softly, and holding her hand like something precious, and…
A tiny little part of her, despite knowing how important it was, hated herself for looking so pretty and liking him so much letting him like her when she knew she’d end up destroying him in the end.
So, she wasn’t getting cold feet. Not exactly. She did want to marry Sorell, and she did to do her duty--she wanted to do all of it. She just…she wished it didn’t have to be so hard.
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