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rainbowfic2016-08-07 11:00 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-07 11:00 pm
Olympic Gold 12, Color Party 13: Vacant
Author: Kat
Title: Vacant
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Olympic gold 12 (torch), color party 13 (Ciel)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (sprinting), miniature, canvas (Danny's about sixteen), photography, stain (There is no good lighting that is healthy and for our well being without proper darkness. - Roger van der Heide), novelty beads (We swam among the northern lights,/And hid beyond the edge of night/Waiting for the dawn to come,/And sang a song to save us all.--"Northern Lights," 30 Seconds to Mars)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny in the vacant lot in summer.
Warnings: drug use.
Notes: none.
Riker's late.
Danny's out in the long grass of the vacant lot down the street, head tipped back, staring at the stars. Her lit joint makes another star, cherry-red ember glowing softly in her hand. She'd have shared it, if Riker was on time.
But he's not, and she's alone out here in the warm summer night, watching the satellites spin above her, thousands of miles from anywhere. It must be awfully peaceful up there. She cranes her neck to watch as one bright light waltzes gracefully over the horizon. She'll follow it someday. Tonight, though.
It's not so bad.
Title: Vacant
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Olympic gold 12 (torch), color party 13 (Ciel)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (sprinting), miniature, canvas (Danny's about sixteen), photography, stain (There is no good lighting that is healthy and for our well being without proper darkness. - Roger van der Heide), novelty beads (We swam among the northern lights,/And hid beyond the edge of night/Waiting for the dawn to come,/And sang a song to save us all.--"Northern Lights," 30 Seconds to Mars)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny in the vacant lot in summer.
Warnings: drug use.
Notes: none.
Riker's late.
Danny's out in the long grass of the vacant lot down the street, head tipped back, staring at the stars. Her lit joint makes another star, cherry-red ember glowing softly in her hand. She'd have shared it, if Riker was on time.
But he's not, and she's alone out here in the warm summer night, watching the satellites spin above her, thousands of miles from anywhere. It must be awfully peaceful up there. She cranes her neck to watch as one bright light waltzes gracefully over the horizon. She'll follow it someday. Tonight, though.
It's not so bad.