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rainbowfic2016-08-17 02:58 pm
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Lilypad Green #2, Olympic Gold #5
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Lilypad Green #2 (make-up sex), Olympic Gold #5 (bronze)
Styles/Supplies: Miniature Collection, Graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage)
Word Count: 478
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Atro loves Jay.
Notes: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
It’s enough, for awhile. To slip into bed with Hopina every night, Jay’s golden tones still ringing in his ears. To serve intimacy with the right woman every night, then dream of the wrong one in the safety of his own mind. To hide Jay’s name behind Hopina’s, to look at his headstrong daughter and imagine her with Jay’s bronze eyes instead of Hopina’s gray ones.
It is enough, until it is not, but Atro is stuck just the same, the wrong woman in his arms and the right one forever out of his reach.
#
She knows. Of course she knows, and she hates her for it. Her husband, no. Hopina may even resent him less for his role in sending her own forbidden love away, knowing that his vain yearning is a greater revenge upon him than any she could devise herself. But she hates Jay. She could leave the Court for good, or fall into bed with Atro, and either way Hopina would think her own life better for it.
But Jay never leaves, walks around oblivious to her Councilor panting for her, and Hopina cannot stand the tension.
#
The Advisors know. They see the way he looks at the Kandelian woman Jay, they hear the hitch in his breath when she begins to speak, clipped tones giving him the guard report. They notice how strained his smile is around Lady Hopina. They do not greatly care, as Atro is far from the first to desire a woman outside his marriage, and far from the last. Even Sir Keyn, young and innocent and still blushing at bawdy jokes, knows there is nothing more common than this.
#
His children know. Anthony has never cared what other people do; they are merely a backdrop at best, obstacles at worst, to his own tormented thoughts. His father’s private dramas matter nothing to him. Kyla sees the small ways her father treats Jay differently from his other subjects: the lingering touches, the longing gazes across the Courtyard. Gyeth cannot see at all, but he hears the affection in his father’s voice when he speaks to or about Jay, and he does not hear that at all towards Hopina. And Gyeth, despite what others may say about him, is not stupid.
#
She doesn’t know. Jay holds great affection for Atro, for his part in clearing her name. She is loyal to him, so much that she stays in Ceenta Vowei, though her homeland still pulls at her mournfully. She has pledged to fulfill certain duties and she does so, because she is honorable.
She doesn’t notice the glances, thinks nothing strange of the small touches. He gives her flowers and she wonders what he thinks she will do with them. She fights by his side, all the way to the end, and she never realizes what he dare not tell her.
kay_brookeStory: The Myrrosta
Colors: Lilypad Green #2 (make-up sex), Olympic Gold #5 (bronze)
Styles/Supplies: Miniature Collection, Graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage)
Word Count: 478
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Atro loves Jay.
Notes: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
It’s enough, for awhile. To slip into bed with Hopina every night, Jay’s golden tones still ringing in his ears. To serve intimacy with the right woman every night, then dream of the wrong one in the safety of his own mind. To hide Jay’s name behind Hopina’s, to look at his headstrong daughter and imagine her with Jay’s bronze eyes instead of Hopina’s gray ones.
It is enough, until it is not, but Atro is stuck just the same, the wrong woman in his arms and the right one forever out of his reach.
#
She knows. Of course she knows, and she hates her for it. Her husband, no. Hopina may even resent him less for his role in sending her own forbidden love away, knowing that his vain yearning is a greater revenge upon him than any she could devise herself. But she hates Jay. She could leave the Court for good, or fall into bed with Atro, and either way Hopina would think her own life better for it.
But Jay never leaves, walks around oblivious to her Councilor panting for her, and Hopina cannot stand the tension.
#
The Advisors know. They see the way he looks at the Kandelian woman Jay, they hear the hitch in his breath when she begins to speak, clipped tones giving him the guard report. They notice how strained his smile is around Lady Hopina. They do not greatly care, as Atro is far from the first to desire a woman outside his marriage, and far from the last. Even Sir Keyn, young and innocent and still blushing at bawdy jokes, knows there is nothing more common than this.
#
His children know. Anthony has never cared what other people do; they are merely a backdrop at best, obstacles at worst, to his own tormented thoughts. His father’s private dramas matter nothing to him. Kyla sees the small ways her father treats Jay differently from his other subjects: the lingering touches, the longing gazes across the Courtyard. Gyeth cannot see at all, but he hears the affection in his father’s voice when he speaks to or about Jay, and he does not hear that at all towards Hopina. And Gyeth, despite what others may say about him, is not stupid.
#
She doesn’t know. Jay holds great affection for Atro, for his part in clearing her name. She is loyal to him, so much that she stays in Ceenta Vowei, though her homeland still pulls at her mournfully. She has pledged to fulfill certain duties and she does so, because she is honorable.
She doesn’t notice the glances, thinks nothing strange of the small touches. He gives her flowers and she wonders what he thinks she will do with them. She fights by his side, all the way to the end, and she never realizes what he dare not tell her.
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