Fluorite #3, Liver #15, Oliphaunt Grey #5

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: dreams
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fluorite #3. Loving/Cold, Liver #15. heart, Oliphaunt Grey #5. Your voice is stilled for ever and a day
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, frame, watercolors (fiction prompt: be mine), fabric
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: Immediate aftermath of character death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. From this prompt. I, uh, I'll try to write something happy next? Sorry...


he closes his eyes and dreams of her.

he holds his breath, and feels her arms around his shoulders, her hair soft against his cheek, the sand under his foot, the sun on his skin. he's there again, standing on the beach, at their wedding.

he can almost taste the salt air, can almost taste her kiss.

and he can almost, almost hear her voice.

tomorrow, he'll go fetch roneli. tomorrow, he'll find a way to tell his daughter her mother is...gone.

but tonight--tonight, he closes his eyes, takes another breath, and dreams her holding him, one last time.

Comments

[shipwreck_light]

THIS IS A LIE YOU DO NOT DO HAPPY.

I kid. Mostly.

Regardless, the fic is beautiful and tenderly made; the loss is downright tactile.

[shadowsong26]

I do happy sometimes! And I'll try to do a happy bit next time, I promise.

Thank you. <3

[greenling]

Ooh, I don't know, this is the nice kind of painful...

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

I was going for that, nice to know I hit it!

[bookblather]

Every time I read one of your stories I'm like, 'self, I did not sign up for this pain," and then I'm like, "self, you're a liar, you love it."

I do love it.

This is so tender and painful.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

Muahahaha.

(I will seriously try to write something less sad next time...)

[novel_machinist]

Oh... poor Isshiri.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.