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rainbowfic2016-08-07 11:12 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-07 11:12 pm
Plant Party #50, Olympic Gold #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Road
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #50. Pando, the Quaking Aspen, Olympic Gold #13. trial,
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), photography, eraser (In SPACE AU), seed beads, novelty beads ("You know, she's never coming home--never coming home again" - Patron Saint, Regina Spektor), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 271
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sorell Younger
Warnings: References to incest, oblique references to child abuse.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Sorell Younger is, as a reminder, Kellom and Tana's son.
The road stretched on for ages outside the bus windows, wet and slick under stubborn, sulky stormclouds. Sorell tried to focus on that, on the shiny road and the sad weather, because it was easier than just about anything else.
Easier than thinking about the good things he was running from.
Easier than thinking about what he'd learned about his parentage.
Easier than thinking about how upset Mamma was going to be when she found out he was gone.
Easier than thinking about how his father would--
Easier than thinking about his father.
He shivered, and slouched deeper into his jacket.
The weird thing was, other than the thinking, this whole thing--running away--had been easy. He'd downloaded enough credits from the house account, bought a bus ticket to the nearest spaceport, and--well, okay, it would probably be harder once he got there because he'd forgotten his passport and he didn't want to travel as himself anyway and--
But he'd gotten away. He'd gotten away. He just...he just didn't have anywhere to go to, just some Very Big Problems to run from, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to scream or start crying again and this was a public bus with other people around and he couldn't, because someone might ask him what was wrong or recognize him as the President's grandson and then he'd have to go back, back to Mamma and Uncle Kell--and his father, and everything that meant.
So he refused to think about what would happen to him next, just stared past the rain dripping down the window, focused on the road.
Story: The Road
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #50. Pando, the Quaking Aspen, Olympic Gold #13. trial,
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), photography, eraser (In SPACE AU), seed beads, novelty beads ("You know, she's never coming home--never coming home again" - Patron Saint, Regina Spektor), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 271
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sorell Younger
Warnings: References to incest, oblique references to child abuse.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Sorell Younger is, as a reminder, Kellom and Tana's son.
The road stretched on for ages outside the bus windows, wet and slick under stubborn, sulky stormclouds. Sorell tried to focus on that, on the shiny road and the sad weather, because it was easier than just about anything else.
Easier than thinking about the good things he was running from.
Easier than thinking about what he'd learned about his parentage.
Easier than thinking about how upset Mamma was going to be when she found out he was gone.
Easier than thinking about how his father would--
Easier than thinking about his father.
He shivered, and slouched deeper into his jacket.
The weird thing was, other than the thinking, this whole thing--running away--had been easy. He'd downloaded enough credits from the house account, bought a bus ticket to the nearest spaceport, and--well, okay, it would probably be harder once he got there because he'd forgotten his passport and he didn't want to travel as himself anyway and--
But he'd gotten away. He'd gotten away. He just...he just didn't have anywhere to go to, just some Very Big Problems to run from, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to scream or start crying again and this was a public bus with other people around and he couldn't, because someone might ask him what was wrong or recognize him as the President's grandson and then he'd have to go back, back to Mamma and Uncle Kell--and his father, and everything that meant.
So he refused to think about what would happen to him next, just stared past the rain dripping down the window, focused on the road.