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First Light 18, Midnight 3, Lapis Lazuli 7: Perserverance
Author: Kat
Title: Perseverance
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: First light 18 (Ironheart), midnight 3 (Ferrous), lapis lazuli 7 (persevere) with paint by numbers (The Hennessys never give up.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, brush (morass), acrylics (envy), stain (“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence.” - Calvin Coolidge), fabric (luck), novelty beads (don't let go)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Hennessys never give up.
Warnings: racism, abuse.
Notes: Ha, finished two colors at once. Come to me, David Bowie colors...
Persistence was such an odd virtue. His mother called it stubbornness, his father obstinence, and Tommy just called him stupid, and still Christopher persisted in... well, persisting, reaching for love. Even he knew how strange that was.
Still, what else could he do? He wasn't the firstborn, the bright future of the Hennessy line. If this had been a monarchy-- and who was to say it wasn't-- he would have been the ignored second son, the plan B, unimportant and forgotten. He could, he supposed, stop trying, fade away...
But that was to admit defeat. And Hennessys never did that.
Giving up did no one any good at all, Mamá always said. You could lament your lot in life all you wanted, but when you were through the laundry still needed to be done. So Isobel put her head down and got on with things, no matter how hard.
Through college, when she worked two jobs and maintained an excellent GPA. Through emigration, through the US INS and visa complications and hair-tearing difficulties. Through work, when the only jobs she could find used her body and not her mind.
Giving up did no good. She just had to remember that.
Miranda hardly ever needed to persevere, which was why it was so frustrating when she had to. To go on trying, banging her head against a wall, her fingers curling into claws on her thighs as she explained yet again why a particular stipulation would not be in the final contract... it enraged her, and yet she did it.
Perhaps it was her sister in her, Charlotte's endless patience. Perhaps it was Jack's laughing, unbending stance. Or her mother's iron will, her father's careful creeping forward.
Perhaps she was just too stubborn for her own good.
That was probably it.
Sometimes Charlotte wondered what it was like, to live your life easily.
She'd lived her life easily enough, she supposed. She'd never gone to bed hungry, she'd never lived poor as a child. She'd never been abused by her parents, she'd never been physically hurt by her grandmother. She'd grown up loved.
It was still hard. To go outside every day and know that people thought she was an interloper. To look at her husband, her stepson, her daughter, and know they were all in danger just because of how they looked.
It was so hard. She did it anyway.
The thing was, Jack wasn't sure he believed in persistence. It seemed to him that, all his life, he'd gotten lucky. Being born where and when he was, with wealthy parents and sisters who loved him; they kept him alive, sent him to expensive schools, gave him a boost. Meeting Felix; that was incredibly lucky, and so close to never happening. The whole thing with Third Party, yeah, he'd lucked into that. What had he done to earn that?
And yet... the days he wanted to stop, and there were many, he kept going.
What was that, if not persistence?
Title: Perseverance
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: First light 18 (Ironheart), midnight 3 (Ferrous), lapis lazuli 7 (persevere) with paint by numbers (The Hennessys never give up.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, brush (morass), acrylics (envy), stain (“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence.” - Calvin Coolidge), fabric (luck), novelty beads (don't let go)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Hennessys never give up.
Warnings: racism, abuse.
Notes: Ha, finished two colors at once. Come to me, David Bowie colors...
Persistence was such an odd virtue. His mother called it stubbornness, his father obstinence, and Tommy just called him stupid, and still Christopher persisted in... well, persisting, reaching for love. Even he knew how strange that was.
Still, what else could he do? He wasn't the firstborn, the bright future of the Hennessy line. If this had been a monarchy-- and who was to say it wasn't-- he would have been the ignored second son, the plan B, unimportant and forgotten. He could, he supposed, stop trying, fade away...
But that was to admit defeat. And Hennessys never did that.
Giving up did no one any good at all, Mamá always said. You could lament your lot in life all you wanted, but when you were through the laundry still needed to be done. So Isobel put her head down and got on with things, no matter how hard.
Through college, when she worked two jobs and maintained an excellent GPA. Through emigration, through the US INS and visa complications and hair-tearing difficulties. Through work, when the only jobs she could find used her body and not her mind.
Giving up did no good. She just had to remember that.
Miranda hardly ever needed to persevere, which was why it was so frustrating when she had to. To go on trying, banging her head against a wall, her fingers curling into claws on her thighs as she explained yet again why a particular stipulation would not be in the final contract... it enraged her, and yet she did it.
Perhaps it was her sister in her, Charlotte's endless patience. Perhaps it was Jack's laughing, unbending stance. Or her mother's iron will, her father's careful creeping forward.
Perhaps she was just too stubborn for her own good.
That was probably it.
Sometimes Charlotte wondered what it was like, to live your life easily.
She'd lived her life easily enough, she supposed. She'd never gone to bed hungry, she'd never lived poor as a child. She'd never been abused by her parents, she'd never been physically hurt by her grandmother. She'd grown up loved.
It was still hard. To go outside every day and know that people thought she was an interloper. To look at her husband, her stepson, her daughter, and know they were all in danger just because of how they looked.
It was so hard. She did it anyway.
The thing was, Jack wasn't sure he believed in persistence. It seemed to him that, all his life, he'd gotten lucky. Being born where and when he was, with wealthy parents and sisters who loved him; they kept him alive, sent him to expensive schools, gave him a boost. Meeting Felix; that was incredibly lucky, and so close to never happening. The whole thing with Third Party, yeah, he'd lucked into that. What had he done to earn that?
And yet... the days he wanted to stop, and there were many, he kept going.
What was that, if not persistence?
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