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rainbowfic2015-12-17 07:19 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-12-17 07:19 pm
Tuscan Red #6, Jade #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Coronation
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tuscan Red #6. Fidarsi è bene, non fidarsi è meglio./To trust is good, not to trust is better., Jade #8. My idle dreams roam far
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 4: solid, horrors, crown), bichromatic, retouch, eraser (Desshiri AU), acrylic, novelty beads (What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expect generally happens. -- Bengamin Disraeli)
Word Count: 445
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Desshiri
Warnings: References to war and torture, internalized ableism.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Desshiri didn’t expect much from the city for her coronation. Things were pacified enough that she didn’t expect any overt assassination attempts--or, at least, the rational part of her didn’t--but she didn’t think anyone would be thrilled to see her take the crown, either.
Even with her false leg carefully concealed, she knew she didn’t walk like whole women. And she lacked her oldest sister’s beauty and charm, even making allowances for her incompleteness. And she had only had the last few years to frantically learn everything she could about reigning, so she was ill-prepared to serve them. And, most damning of all, she had been the symbolic cause of their misfortunes at the end of the War.
For her part…well, she’d had years to get used to the idea of coming back here, of living here, of reigning here. And she had Andrell’s assurances that she would be able to explore the length and breadth of her new kingdom, one with much more variety than her home in the desert, so she wasn't trapped this time.
And she had Andrell, who she liked very much. Who she might, one day, grow to love. Who she trusted.
So, she kept her eyes on him, solid at her side, kept her focus on the ceremony, and tried to ignore the crowds gathered to witness.
Until she turned around.
And they were cheering.
She held Andrell’s hand tight, and tried to keep her surprise off her face. She’d expected to be an unpopular foreign Queen, who would at least be able to escape the city on occasion to explore the more moderate, rural areas of the kingdom. She had made her peace with that future.
But, it seemed, that the people of Feredar were as ready to move on and wash away the horrors of the past as she was. They were as ready to forgive her as she was to forgive them.
She knew better than to trust it. She knew it wouldn’t last. She knew it was--well, a honeymoon period.
And yet their approval, in the moment, rose about her like a solid wall, protecting her from the horrors she had endured here. And when the crown was placed on her head, she closed her eyes and prayed that she would be worthy, that she would somehow manage to build the peace her marriage promised, and never give them cause to turn on her again.
She knew it wasn’t likely. They were all, after all, only human.
Desshiri hadn’t expected much from her coronation. The last thing that she had expected was to end the day full of unalloyed hope and joy.
Story: Coronation
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tuscan Red #6. Fidarsi è bene, non fidarsi è meglio./To trust is good, not to trust is better., Jade #8. My idle dreams roam far
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 4: solid, horrors, crown), bichromatic, retouch, eraser (Desshiri AU), acrylic, novelty beads (What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expect generally happens. -- Bengamin Disraeli)
Word Count: 445
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Desshiri
Warnings: References to war and torture, internalized ableism.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Desshiri didn’t expect much from the city for her coronation. Things were pacified enough that she didn’t expect any overt assassination attempts--or, at least, the rational part of her didn’t--but she didn’t think anyone would be thrilled to see her take the crown, either.
Even with her false leg carefully concealed, she knew she didn’t walk like whole women. And she lacked her oldest sister’s beauty and charm, even making allowances for her incompleteness. And she had only had the last few years to frantically learn everything she could about reigning, so she was ill-prepared to serve them. And, most damning of all, she had been the symbolic cause of their misfortunes at the end of the War.
For her part…well, she’d had years to get used to the idea of coming back here, of living here, of reigning here. And she had Andrell’s assurances that she would be able to explore the length and breadth of her new kingdom, one with much more variety than her home in the desert, so she wasn't trapped this time.
And she had Andrell, who she liked very much. Who she might, one day, grow to love. Who she trusted.
So, she kept her eyes on him, solid at her side, kept her focus on the ceremony, and tried to ignore the crowds gathered to witness.
Until she turned around.
And they were cheering.
She held Andrell’s hand tight, and tried to keep her surprise off her face. She’d expected to be an unpopular foreign Queen, who would at least be able to escape the city on occasion to explore the more moderate, rural areas of the kingdom. She had made her peace with that future.
But, it seemed, that the people of Feredar were as ready to move on and wash away the horrors of the past as she was. They were as ready to forgive her as she was to forgive them.
She knew better than to trust it. She knew it wouldn’t last. She knew it was--well, a honeymoon period.
And yet their approval, in the moment, rose about her like a solid wall, protecting her from the horrors she had endured here. And when the crown was placed on her head, she closed her eyes and prayed that she would be worthy, that she would somehow manage to build the peace her marriage promised, and never give them cause to turn on her again.
She knew it wasn’t likely. They were all, after all, only human.
Desshiri hadn’t expected much from her coronation. The last thing that she had expected was to end the day full of unalloyed hope and joy.
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(I kinda ship Andrell/Isshiri now and it's your fault.)
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But she got it! And us readers got it with this AU. I had forgotten it! I LOVE THIS AU. So happy to see it back!
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