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rainbowfic2016-01-12 06:12 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-01-12 06:12 pm
Pepsi Cola #12, Tuscan Red #11, Jade #11
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Promise
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Pepsi Cola #12. What's your name, little buttercup? That's for me to know and you to make up., Tuscan Red #11. Ne ammazza più la gola che la spada./Gluttony kills more than the sword., Jade #11. I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn
Supplies and Materials: photography, bichromatic, retouch, eraser (Incest AU), oils, modeling clay, charcoal
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kellom
Warnings: Oblique references to war and genocide, discussion of incest, reference to murder/skipmatricide.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. And this is all three of these colors complete, woot!
My father once told me, when it was late and he was weary and full of grief, that he was afraid my mother had died because he loved her. He wasn’t wrong, or not entirely; given my grandmother’s likely affiliations, Mother probably wouldn’t have lasted long even if he hadn’t married her. But he did make her a target.
The way I risk making your mother a target.
Again, she does quite well at that on her own--she doesn’t know how close things have come, and I never intend to let her--but even without our…unique complications…
I know it means a loss. I know it means I will never have certain things most men count on. I know I miss so many details of her life--I know I will miss even more of yours. And I know how much it hurts her, what distance I can bring myself to force between us.
But if doing so keeps her alive--keeps the both of you alive--I am willing to make that sacrifice.
I’m telling you this now, while your mother sleeps beside me, because I know I won’t be able to speak to you like this again after you’re born. You will never find me a warm father, a loving father--I won’t say you’ll never know who I am to you, because I know she’ll tell you, probably before you’re ready to hear it.
But I want you to--I need you to know that, however cold or distant I appear to be, I love you. I will always, always love you. And I promise you, my child, my own, that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. No matter how much it costs us both.
Story: Promise
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Pepsi Cola #12. What's your name, little buttercup? That's for me to know and you to make up., Tuscan Red #11. Ne ammazza più la gola che la spada./Gluttony kills more than the sword., Jade #11. I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn
Supplies and Materials: photography, bichromatic, retouch, eraser (Incest AU), oils, modeling clay, charcoal
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kellom
Warnings: Oblique references to war and genocide, discussion of incest, reference to murder/skipmatricide.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. And this is all three of these colors complete, woot!
My father once told me, when it was late and he was weary and full of grief, that he was afraid my mother had died because he loved her. He wasn’t wrong, or not entirely; given my grandmother’s likely affiliations, Mother probably wouldn’t have lasted long even if he hadn’t married her. But he did make her a target.
The way I risk making your mother a target.
Again, she does quite well at that on her own--she doesn’t know how close things have come, and I never intend to let her--but even without our…unique complications…
I know it means a loss. I know it means I will never have certain things most men count on. I know I miss so many details of her life--I know I will miss even more of yours. And I know how much it hurts her, what distance I can bring myself to force between us.
But if doing so keeps her alive--keeps the both of you alive--I am willing to make that sacrifice.
I’m telling you this now, while your mother sleeps beside me, because I know I won’t be able to speak to you like this again after you’re born. You will never find me a warm father, a loving father--I won’t say you’ll never know who I am to you, because I know she’ll tell you, probably before you’re ready to hear it.
But I want you to--I need you to know that, however cold or distant I appear to be, I love you. I will always, always love you. And I promise you, my child, my own, that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. No matter how much it costs us both.
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Kellom does have his moments. Rarely.