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rainbowfic2015-11-03 05:11 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-11-03 05:11 am
Entry tags:
Avocado, Spring Green
Name: Sebastian
Title: create her own perfection
Story: Orison
Colors: Avocado: 2. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune / Then the piper will lead us to reason / And a new day will dawn for those who stand long / And the forests will echo with laughter - Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin Orison:
Spring green: 5. this world can't be saved, only discovered
Supplies/Styles: None
Word Count: 341
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing quite?
Notes: Forshipwreck_light. I hope this cheers you up, dearlet. <3
She believes in a world that is beautiful, in a world that glows with the stunning things she has brought into it.
Cynara looks at what she has made, looks at the beauty she has crafted and she feels proud. The world is dark, the world is cruel but she has made things to outshine the darkness. She has created art, she has created wonder.
She's created what she wants the world to be and she will not stop. She will keep making what she chooses as long as there is a demand, as long as the world and the people hunger for something that she can give them.
She's not trying to save the world with what she makes, there are days she doesn't believe the world is worth saving at all, but she knows she knows there are things to discover, things to explore, thins to create. She will not turn her back on the world as long as it allows her to keep doing what hse loves.
And she will create and create, not stopping until she can't anymore. There will be more and more made, more beauty dispersed into the world until her hands are broken and her body mangled.
And then she will laugh, her voice ringing out into the ocean. She will laugh because someone will have tried to stop her, thinking she can be something that is put down so easily.
But she will rise up from her broken body. She will be made anew and she will shape the world into what she wants all over again, pouring herself into her creations and making sure they thrive, either with her or with those she sells them to.
And they will thrive, they will be happy. She will not stand for anything else. She will make sure they are cherished as by those who come to collect them as much a she cherishes them.
Everything she makes has something to love, something to hold onto and adore. She won't make them any other way.
Title: create her own perfection
Story: Orison
Colors: Avocado: 2. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune / Then the piper will lead us to reason / And a new day will dawn for those who stand long / And the forests will echo with laughter - Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin Orison:
Spring green: 5. this world can't be saved, only discovered
Supplies/Styles: None
Word Count: 341
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing quite?
Notes: For
shipwreck_light. I hope this cheers you up, dearlet. <3She believes in a world that is beautiful, in a world that glows with the stunning things she has brought into it.
Cynara looks at what she has made, looks at the beauty she has crafted and she feels proud. The world is dark, the world is cruel but she has made things to outshine the darkness. She has created art, she has created wonder.
She's created what she wants the world to be and she will not stop. She will keep making what she chooses as long as there is a demand, as long as the world and the people hunger for something that she can give them.
She's not trying to save the world with what she makes, there are days she doesn't believe the world is worth saving at all, but she knows she knows there are things to discover, things to explore, thins to create. She will not turn her back on the world as long as it allows her to keep doing what hse loves.
And she will create and create, not stopping until she can't anymore. There will be more and more made, more beauty dispersed into the world until her hands are broken and her body mangled.
And then she will laugh, her voice ringing out into the ocean. She will laugh because someone will have tried to stop her, thinking she can be something that is put down so easily.
But she will rise up from her broken body. She will be made anew and she will shape the world into what she wants all over again, pouring herself into her creations and making sure they thrive, either with her or with those she sells them to.
And they will thrive, they will be happy. She will not stand for anything else. She will make sure they are cherished as by those who come to collect them as much a she cherishes them.
Everything she makes has something to love, something to hold onto and adore. She won't make them any other way.