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rainbowfic2016-08-18 06:59 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-18 06:59 pm
Plant Party #45, Crimson #16, Olympic Gold #11
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Ashes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #45. Dragon's-Blood Tree, Crimson #16. Simple matter of voltage., Olympic Gold #11. village
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Halftime: Lillith Faire Village Stage), eraser (Vengeful Nolani AU), brush (panoptic), fabric, charcoal (in this AU), novelty beads (grave), yarn, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 256
Rating: R
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Referenced past character death, war, violence, genocide/mass murder.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. I've written this AU before here.
The city lies in ashes around her. Lonura, grey-faced to match her grey eyes, is silent beside her.
Nolani kneels in the dust, exhausted and scorched and smudged. She’s bleeding somewhere, maybe; some of the people here fought her. Tried to fight her. They didn’t last long.
Or maybe it’s just sweat. She doesn’t feel any pain. Not anymore. Just something slick and wet, trailing through the gentle blanket of ashes draped over her.
She should feel…something. She knows she should. Some level of horror or triumph, or even just righteous satisfaction tinged with charitable grief. But all she feels is something hollow inside, as she looks with empty eyes over the once-great city she has burned.
The once-great city that dared to take her brother away.
The smell and taste of burning, rotting meat coat the back of her tongue, and she tries to care. She tries, she tries so hard, because she knows she should. She’s aware, distantly, that may have burned some innocents, too (if there were any here to burn) so she should care--but she feels nothing. Maybe she’s just too tired.
She shakes her head, feathers of ash dancing off her hair like puffs of smoke, and slowly, wearily reaches her hand out to touch the singed hem of her lover’s skirt.
“It’s done,” she says, her voice hoarse and scorched, barely audible even in the silent, smoky streets she emptied in her rage. “It’s done.”
Her eyes slide shut and the sound of raining ashes soothes her to sleep.
Story: Ashes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #45. Dragon's-Blood Tree, Crimson #16. Simple matter of voltage., Olympic Gold #11. village
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Halftime: Lillith Faire Village Stage), eraser (Vengeful Nolani AU), brush (panoptic), fabric, charcoal (in this AU), novelty beads (grave), yarn, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 256
Rating: R
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Referenced past character death, war, violence, genocide/mass murder.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. I've written this AU before here.
The city lies in ashes around her. Lonura, grey-faced to match her grey eyes, is silent beside her.
Nolani kneels in the dust, exhausted and scorched and smudged. She’s bleeding somewhere, maybe; some of the people here fought her. Tried to fight her. They didn’t last long.
Or maybe it’s just sweat. She doesn’t feel any pain. Not anymore. Just something slick and wet, trailing through the gentle blanket of ashes draped over her.
She should feel…something. She knows she should. Some level of horror or triumph, or even just righteous satisfaction tinged with charitable grief. But all she feels is something hollow inside, as she looks with empty eyes over the once-great city she has burned.
The once-great city that dared to take her brother away.
The smell and taste of burning, rotting meat coat the back of her tongue, and she tries to care. She tries, she tries so hard, because she knows she should. She’s aware, distantly, that may have burned some innocents, too (if there were any here to burn) so she should care--but she feels nothing. Maybe she’s just too tired.
She shakes her head, feathers of ash dancing off her hair like puffs of smoke, and slowly, wearily reaches her hand out to touch the singed hem of her lover’s skirt.
“It’s done,” she says, her voice hoarse and scorched, barely audible even in the silent, smoky streets she emptied in her rage. “It’s done.”
Her eyes slide shut and the sound of raining ashes soothes her to sleep.