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rainbowfic2015-12-15 07:41 pm
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Jade #10, Tuscan Red #14, Blue Opal #7
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Love Match
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jade #10. Together we shared both bitter and sweet/Expecting a hundred years of love, Tuscan Red #14. Belle parole non pascono i gatti./Fine words don't feed cats., Blue Opal #7. Harmony
Supplies and Materials: photography, retouch, bichromatic, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 2), frame, pastels (my current gen + romance card I1 "waking in bed together")
Word Count: 392
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Adultery, espionage, discussion of a major power balance in a romantic relationship.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Nolani was not in love with her husband. She never had been. She could have been, perhaps, if they had ever been in a position to choose each other themselves, or if she had met him before Lonura, or if any number of minute details in either of their lives had changed. She certainly loved him--he was the only person she even came close to loving as much as Isshiri or Lonura. But it was a different kind of love, and their lives were what they were, and she was not in love with him. Not in the way husbands and wives were, ideally, in love.
And yet…
Despite their lack of romantic love, and despite their mutual adultery--particularly as everyone involved in their arrangement knew full well what was going on--she couldn’t help but feel that her marriage was one of the strongest in either of their families, despite being the least loving in the traditional sense.
Isshiri had had a love-match, but he and his wife had been forced to live in secret until her death.
Andrell’s parents had loved one another deeply, but there had been so many undercurrents of politics and espionage, most of which had remained hidden until years after both parties were dead…
As for her own parents, well, Papa loved Mother very much, and Mother was certainly very pleased with her husband, but, so far as she could tell, their marriage was as much under Mother’s control as every other aspect of her life.
She and Andrell, on the other hand, for all they lacked in romantic chemistry, were partners. They could always count on one another. Even when--as did occasionally happen--they were working at cross-purposes politically, in every way that mattered, they had each other’s support. The only secrets they had were the unavoidable, inconsequential ones that always came up between two people living in close proximity.
Day after day after day, through all of their triumphs and tragedies, their son, his daughter, her siblings, his sisters…when things went wrong, they comforted one another, and when things went right, they celebrated each other. Whatever came, they faced it, side-by-side.
She would much rather have her dearest friend, her partner--a non-romantic husband she trusted implicitly, and who could trust her, than the kinds of love-match marriages she had seen.
Story: Love Match
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jade #10. Together we shared both bitter and sweet/Expecting a hundred years of love, Tuscan Red #14. Belle parole non pascono i gatti./Fine words don't feed cats., Blue Opal #7. Harmony
Supplies and Materials: photography, retouch, bichromatic, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 2), frame, pastels (my current gen + romance card I1 "waking in bed together")
Word Count: 392
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Adultery, espionage, discussion of a major power balance in a romantic relationship.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Nolani was not in love with her husband. She never had been. She could have been, perhaps, if they had ever been in a position to choose each other themselves, or if she had met him before Lonura, or if any number of minute details in either of their lives had changed. She certainly loved him--he was the only person she even came close to loving as much as Isshiri or Lonura. But it was a different kind of love, and their lives were what they were, and she was not in love with him. Not in the way husbands and wives were, ideally, in love.
And yet…
Despite their lack of romantic love, and despite their mutual adultery--particularly as everyone involved in their arrangement knew full well what was going on--she couldn’t help but feel that her marriage was one of the strongest in either of their families, despite being the least loving in the traditional sense.
Isshiri had had a love-match, but he and his wife had been forced to live in secret until her death.
Andrell’s parents had loved one another deeply, but there had been so many undercurrents of politics and espionage, most of which had remained hidden until years after both parties were dead…
As for her own parents, well, Papa loved Mother very much, and Mother was certainly very pleased with her husband, but, so far as she could tell, their marriage was as much under Mother’s control as every other aspect of her life.
She and Andrell, on the other hand, for all they lacked in romantic chemistry, were partners. They could always count on one another. Even when--as did occasionally happen--they were working at cross-purposes politically, in every way that mattered, they had each other’s support. The only secrets they had were the unavoidable, inconsequential ones that always came up between two people living in close proximity.
Day after day after day, through all of their triumphs and tragedies, their son, his daughter, her siblings, his sisters…when things went wrong, they comforted one another, and when things went right, they celebrated each other. Whatever came, they faced it, side-by-side.
She would much rather have her dearest friend, her partner--a non-romantic husband she trusted implicitly, and who could trust her, than the kinds of love-match marriages she had seen.
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ALSO YOU AND YOUR ENDS
Yes.
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Oh, man, I hate ending stories and I always feel like I did a terrible job so thank you so much for that!!!!
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YOUR ENDS OF THE BEST
But, iffin you want, I can show you my trick.
And yes, it is visual.