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rainbowfic2015-12-19 08:19 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-12-19 08:19 pm
Tuscan Red #8, Jade #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: In This Life
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tuscan Red #8. Il riso abbonda in bocca degli sciocchi./Laughter is abundant in the mouth of fools., Jade #13. My son, mistaken, is pleased by my ruddy face/I smile: I know it's alcoholic red
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 6), bichromatic, retouch, miniature, acrylic, seed beads, novelty beads (Shots on the Hood of My Car, Ke$ha)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: References to alcoholism and prostitution.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Mellir moves from place to place, tavern to tavern, bed to bed. He smiles and he flirts, and he treats his lovers well--he always treats his lovers well. He drinks, he laughs, he dances, he plays, he gives himself up to this world of pure pleasure, pure joy.
It almost makes him forget, as he whirls from place to place, bed to bed, that in his other world, in his other life, he is less than nothing.
So he moves, he keeps moving, finding joy and pleasure where he can, because in this world, in this life, he shines bright.
Story: In This Life
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tuscan Red #8. Il riso abbonda in bocca degli sciocchi./Laughter is abundant in the mouth of fools., Jade #13. My son, mistaken, is pleased by my ruddy face/I smile: I know it's alcoholic red
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 6), bichromatic, retouch, miniature, acrylic, seed beads, novelty beads (Shots on the Hood of My Car, Ke$ha)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: References to alcoholism and prostitution.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Mellir moves from place to place, tavern to tavern, bed to bed. He smiles and he flirts, and he treats his lovers well--he always treats his lovers well. He drinks, he laughs, he dances, he plays, he gives himself up to this world of pure pleasure, pure joy.
It almost makes him forget, as he whirls from place to place, bed to bed, that in his other world, in his other life, he is less than nothing.
So he moves, he keeps moving, finding joy and pleasure where he can, because in this world, in this life, he shines bright.
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I sometimes hate writing Mellir because most of the time he's just out having fun and getting drunk and being a good (if typically short-term) boyfriend and a really good dad, and then sometimes...sometimes he gives me stuff like this, and I'm like...really, dude? You were supposed to be the useless/funny one, only notable for attempting to assassinate your brother on a drunken whim because you have major Middle Child Syndrome...where the hell did this come from...
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And so does this fic. *HEARTS*
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