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rainbowfic2016-08-07 02:08 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-07 02:08 pm
Crimson #25, Plant Party #18, Olympic Gold #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Disadvantages
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crimson #25. The system crashed, the radio buoy got severed, what the fuck does he want us to do?, Plant Party #18. Bat Flower, Olympic Gold #8. winter
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), photography, frame, brush (devotion), charcoal, seed beads, novelty beads (Honor thy error as a hidden intention), beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 356
Rating: R
Characters: Keta
Warnings: Character/familial death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
There were advantages and disadvantages to disappearing. Keta had always known that. But she had always felt that the positives outweighed the negatives, at least for her and Tana, after the War.
The advantages being, of course, that both she and Tana had kept their heads and their freedom, such as it was; and that neither of them had to pretend they approved of what Andrell was doing (though the instability Keta had feared hadn't really materialized, so maybe...)
The disadvantages were they had no resources. They had no one to whom they could turn when they needed help.
It wasn't as bad for her. She had, during her widowhood, gotten into the habit of fading into the background. So she would go to towns--even the capital, a few times--for supplies and information. But poor Tana had never been able to do that, so she had stayed in their mountain fortress, unable and--as Keta had once thought, thankfully--unwilling to risk their freedom by venturing out much farther than the local village.
Unable and unwilling to ask for help, when she'd needed it.
Keta hadn't even known she was sick, until she returned from another visit to the capital and found her--gone.
She buried her sister by herself--unlike Tana, she had some contacts; she could have gotten someone to help her--but it felt necessary. Right. Like it was her responsibility.
After all, she had left Tana alone, she had failed to notice something was wrong, she had been the one to convince her sister to flee, she had been the one to find this place, this isolated place, and convince Tana it was safest to stay.
In the end, she had been the one to impose on Tana the very fate they had fled their home to avoid; and, because of her, Tana had died, alone and suffering, imprisoned.
Her sister's death was on her conscience, and hers alone. She would carry that burden until the day she herself died.
Filthy and exhausted, she sat on a ridge next to her baby sister's lonely grave, and wished on a falling star that she could change the past.
Story: Disadvantages
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crimson #25. The system crashed, the radio buoy got severed, what the fuck does he want us to do?, Plant Party #18. Bat Flower, Olympic Gold #8. winter
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), photography, frame, brush (devotion), charcoal, seed beads, novelty beads (Honor thy error as a hidden intention), beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 356
Rating: R
Characters: Keta
Warnings: Character/familial death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
There were advantages and disadvantages to disappearing. Keta had always known that. But she had always felt that the positives outweighed the negatives, at least for her and Tana, after the War.
The advantages being, of course, that both she and Tana had kept their heads and their freedom, such as it was; and that neither of them had to pretend they approved of what Andrell was doing (though the instability Keta had feared hadn't really materialized, so maybe...)
The disadvantages were they had no resources. They had no one to whom they could turn when they needed help.
It wasn't as bad for her. She had, during her widowhood, gotten into the habit of fading into the background. So she would go to towns--even the capital, a few times--for supplies and information. But poor Tana had never been able to do that, so she had stayed in their mountain fortress, unable and--as Keta had once thought, thankfully--unwilling to risk their freedom by venturing out much farther than the local village.
Unable and unwilling to ask for help, when she'd needed it.
Keta hadn't even known she was sick, until she returned from another visit to the capital and found her--gone.
She buried her sister by herself--unlike Tana, she had some contacts; she could have gotten someone to help her--but it felt necessary. Right. Like it was her responsibility.
After all, she had left Tana alone, she had failed to notice something was wrong, she had been the one to convince her sister to flee, she had been the one to find this place, this isolated place, and convince Tana it was safest to stay.
In the end, she had been the one to impose on Tana the very fate they had fled their home to avoid; and, because of her, Tana had died, alone and suffering, imprisoned.
Her sister's death was on her conscience, and hers alone. She would carry that burden until the day she herself died.
Filthy and exhausted, she sat on a ridge next to her baby sister's lonely grave, and wished on a falling star that she could change the past.
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