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rainbowfic2015-12-23 07:24 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-12-23 07:24 pm
Blue Opal #19, Tuscan Red #5, Jade #14
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Quiet
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Blue Opal #19. Still remembered after all these years, Tuscan Red #5. Del senno di poi (ne) son piene le fosse./Graves are filled with after-the-fact wisdom., Jade #14. A distant heart will tend towards like places
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 10), photography, miniature, bichromatic, retouch, canvas,
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Veiled references to Kit's crimes and impending genocide.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
This tavern was unusual, and Mel’s favorite, being somewhat crowded, but quiet. The food was decent, but the same was true for half a dozen others.
But there were people--a blessing; he was used to sharing close quarters with two dozen crewmates. And yet it was quiet, every patron focused inward; little conversation beyond what was necessary for the business of the place.
And he didn’t feel everyone staring, as if they could discover his secrets with their eyes alone.
So he came here often, because he could, for a few moments, almost forget how much he’d left behind.
Story: Quiet
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Blue Opal #19. Still remembered after all these years, Tuscan Red #5. Del senno di poi (ne) son piene le fosse./Graves are filled with after-the-fact wisdom., Jade #14. A distant heart will tend towards like places
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 10), photography, miniature, bichromatic, retouch, canvas,
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Veiled references to Kit's crimes and impending genocide.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
This tavern was unusual, and Mel’s favorite, being somewhat crowded, but quiet. The food was decent, but the same was true for half a dozen others.
But there were people--a blessing; he was used to sharing close quarters with two dozen crewmates. And yet it was quiet, every patron focused inward; little conversation beyond what was necessary for the business of the place.
And he didn’t feel everyone staring, as if they could discover his secrets with their eyes alone.
So he came here often, because he could, for a few moments, almost forget how much he’d left behind.
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