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rainbowfic2016-07-24 04:04 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-07-24 04:04 pm
Liver #11, Oliphaunt Grey #9, Plant Party #26
Name: shadowsong26
Story: sparks in his eyes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Liver #11. feet, Oliphaunt Grey #9. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow, Plant Party #26. Moon Plant
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Gymnastics), fingerpainting (weird second-person thing; non-human point of view), eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), charcoal (in this AU), novelty beads (one; two; three; four; five; six; seven; eight; nine; ten; eleven ("Hearts have colors/Don't we all know?" - Kaleidoscope Heart, Sara Bareilles); twelve, thirteen)
Word Count: 434
Rating: R
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: Stalking/obsession-type romantic interest, kidnapping, implied dubcon (due to fairy glamour). Fairies are kind of creepy when they fall in love with humans. If I missed anything I should have warned for, please let me know.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
you watch him, you watch him smiling in the rain, a secret smile, and you burn for it--you burn for him to smile at you that way, with soft sparks in his eyes.
there are soft sparks in his eyes, and you crave them.
you crave him, and you know it--you know you can't, you know how dangerous it is for one of your kind to want a mortal boy. you know the stories, you've heard the warnings--it never ends well, never, never.
so you watch him from a distance, and weep, and wonder at the sparks in his eyes, as they dance at his fingertips, and you imagine.
and sometimes imagination is enough, but sometimes--oh, sometimes, the sparks in his eyes cast shadows. he's so lonely, and it breaks your heart.
you could do it. you could do it. you could have him--and why shouldn't you? his mortal friends don't know him, not like you could. you could make all his loneliness fade away. you could touch him, and hold him, and he would smile softly under the rain and the sparks in his eyes would chase away the shadows.
his mortal friends could never do that for him.
and mortal bodies are warm, or so you've heard. like their souls, like their smiles, and you want--
but it's not right. it's wrong. and it never ends well.
you withdraw from watching him, because it hurts too much, because it's so hard to resist--but then, you see him, alone, wandering, and the moon is full and there are sparks in his eyes and...
you know you shouldn't. you know it never ends well.
but tonight, you decide you don't care anymore.
you cross the veil on moonlit paths, and dance barefoot in the shade of an elder tree, and he sees you, and smiles.
you hold out your hand to him, and the sparks in his eyes dance down to his fingertips, twining the two of you together like two halves of a whole.
maybe it will end badly, as it has for all the other fae who have kept mortals for their mates.
but maybe--maybe--maybe for you, and for him, it will be different.
you whisper the first part of his name, 'isshiri,' like a sigh--the first time you have dared give it voice--and guide him backwards along pathways of moonlight, to your home, where you will love him and cherish him and fan the sparks in his eyes into flames that will chase all his lonely shadows away forever.
you promise yourself you will never give him reason to look back.
Story: sparks in his eyes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Liver #11. feet, Oliphaunt Grey #9. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow, Plant Party #26. Moon Plant
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Gymnastics), fingerpainting (weird second-person thing; non-human point of view), eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), charcoal (in this AU), novelty beads (one; two; three; four; five; six; seven; eight; nine; ten; eleven ("Hearts have colors/Don't we all know?" - Kaleidoscope Heart, Sara Bareilles); twelve, thirteen)
Word Count: 434
Rating: R
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: Stalking/obsession-type romantic interest, kidnapping, implied dubcon (due to fairy glamour). Fairies are kind of creepy when they fall in love with humans. If I missed anything I should have warned for, please let me know.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
you watch him, you watch him smiling in the rain, a secret smile, and you burn for it--you burn for him to smile at you that way, with soft sparks in his eyes.
there are soft sparks in his eyes, and you crave them.
you crave him, and you know it--you know you can't, you know how dangerous it is for one of your kind to want a mortal boy. you know the stories, you've heard the warnings--it never ends well, never, never.
so you watch him from a distance, and weep, and wonder at the sparks in his eyes, as they dance at his fingertips, and you imagine.
and sometimes imagination is enough, but sometimes--oh, sometimes, the sparks in his eyes cast shadows. he's so lonely, and it breaks your heart.
you could do it. you could do it. you could have him--and why shouldn't you? his mortal friends don't know him, not like you could. you could make all his loneliness fade away. you could touch him, and hold him, and he would smile softly under the rain and the sparks in his eyes would chase away the shadows.
his mortal friends could never do that for him.
and mortal bodies are warm, or so you've heard. like their souls, like their smiles, and you want--
but it's not right. it's wrong. and it never ends well.
you withdraw from watching him, because it hurts too much, because it's so hard to resist--but then, you see him, alone, wandering, and the moon is full and there are sparks in his eyes and...
you know you shouldn't. you know it never ends well.
but tonight, you decide you don't care anymore.
you cross the veil on moonlit paths, and dance barefoot in the shade of an elder tree, and he sees you, and smiles.
you hold out your hand to him, and the sparks in his eyes dance down to his fingertips, twining the two of you together like two halves of a whole.
maybe it will end badly, as it has for all the other fae who have kept mortals for their mates.
but maybe--maybe--maybe for you, and for him, it will be different.
you whisper the first part of his name, 'isshiri,' like a sigh--the first time you have dared give it voice--and guide him backwards along pathways of moonlight, to your home, where you will love him and cherish him and fan the sparks in his eyes into flames that will chase all his lonely shadows away forever.
you promise yourself you will never give him reason to look back.