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rainbowfic2015-09-30 09:57 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-09-30 09:57 pm
Entry tags:
Pepsi Cola #1, Jade #2, Tuscan Red #7
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Princesses in Mourning
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Pepsi Cola #1. My old man is a tough man but he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam and he shows me he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul., Jade #2. In our place, it sheds a tear at dawn, Tuscan Red #7. Il bugiardo vuole buona memoria./The liar needs a good memory.
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature collection, stained glass, bichromatic, retouch, brush (paroxysm), oils, stain, modeling clay, glue ("You often seem as cool as a cucumber, but your rational side is nowhere to be found today.")
Word Count: 400
Rating: R
Characters: Tana, Keta, Sola, Deva
Warnings: Immediate aftermath of/reactions to character/parental death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Daddy is dead, and I can’t stop crying.
He adored me, and I adored him, even if he was weak and sometimes a bit blind, particularly about Mamma and some of my siblings.
At least his death was as sudden as it was quiet. He didn’t suffer. I’m glad for that, because I never, ever wanted Daddy to suffer. And Kellom will be King now, which is perfect--I love Daddy, but Kellom will be a much better king.
I miss Daddy, but at the same time I’m so glad Kellom is our King now that I cry even more.
Papa is dead.
I keep saying it, because it doesn’t feel real yet.
He died quietly, sleeping, so I suppose it could be…it’s not as bad as it could be.
But he was still…Papa, for all I was never very close to him. But he was a kind man, and a good king. And I look at my brothers, and…I love Mellir, I respect Kellom, Andrell has such potential, but…none of them is him.
And, more than that, I’m sorry I never really tried to get close to him, the way Tana was, and now I’ll never have the chance.
Father died last night.
This morning, I hated myself. Not because I don't mourn him--of course I do.
But because my first thought wasn't of grief, my family, or even shock--he only was sixty-three, and seemed in good health.
No, my first thought was, 'how am I going to ensure Kellom's smooth succession?'
It was, 'at least it wasn't murder, I would have heard something.'
Then came the grief, and wondering how to comfort my children, my siblings.
But my first thoughts were political. And, this morning, for the first time since choosing my path, I hated myself for it.
My father is gone.
We weren't close, but he was my father. I do love him.
Did love him.
Even the traitor in me, the deceitful daughter fighting to end his regime, grieves.
Now Kellom is King. Whatever my father did...
My brother will do so much worse.
I know some feel his moderation hurt our Cause, and Kellom's extremism will help it. I cannot agree. Not because they're wrong, but...
He was my father.
I think I'm tired. Tired of the Cause, of the War, of the endless lying and grieving.
My father is gone, and I'm just...tired.
Story: The Princesses in Mourning
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Pepsi Cola #1. My old man is a tough man but he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam and he shows me he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul., Jade #2. In our place, it sheds a tear at dawn, Tuscan Red #7. Il bugiardo vuole buona memoria./The liar needs a good memory.
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature collection, stained glass, bichromatic, retouch, brush (paroxysm), oils, stain, modeling clay, glue ("You often seem as cool as a cucumber, but your rational side is nowhere to be found today.")
Word Count: 400
Rating: R
Characters: Tana, Keta, Sola, Deva
Warnings: Immediate aftermath of/reactions to character/parental death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Daddy is dead, and I can’t stop crying.
He adored me, and I adored him, even if he was weak and sometimes a bit blind, particularly about Mamma and some of my siblings.
At least his death was as sudden as it was quiet. He didn’t suffer. I’m glad for that, because I never, ever wanted Daddy to suffer. And Kellom will be King now, which is perfect--I love Daddy, but Kellom will be a much better king.
I miss Daddy, but at the same time I’m so glad Kellom is our King now that I cry even more.
Papa is dead.
I keep saying it, because it doesn’t feel real yet.
He died quietly, sleeping, so I suppose it could be…it’s not as bad as it could be.
But he was still…Papa, for all I was never very close to him. But he was a kind man, and a good king. And I look at my brothers, and…I love Mellir, I respect Kellom, Andrell has such potential, but…none of them is him.
And, more than that, I’m sorry I never really tried to get close to him, the way Tana was, and now I’ll never have the chance.
Father died last night.
This morning, I hated myself. Not because I don't mourn him--of course I do.
But because my first thought wasn't of grief, my family, or even shock--he only was sixty-three, and seemed in good health.
No, my first thought was, 'how am I going to ensure Kellom's smooth succession?'
It was, 'at least it wasn't murder, I would have heard something.'
Then came the grief, and wondering how to comfort my children, my siblings.
But my first thoughts were political. And, this morning, for the first time since choosing my path, I hated myself for it.
My father is gone.
We weren't close, but he was my father. I do love him.
Did love him.
Even the traitor in me, the deceitful daughter fighting to end his regime, grieves.
Now Kellom is King. Whatever my father did...
My brother will do so much worse.
I know some feel his moderation hurt our Cause, and Kellom's extremism will help it. I cannot agree. Not because they're wrong, but...
He was my father.
I think I'm tired. Tired of the Cause, of the War, of the endless lying and grieving.
My father is gone, and I'm just...tired.
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