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rainbowfic2016-08-20 07:13 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-20 07:13 pm
Plant Party #32, Olympic Gold #1
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Problem
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Plant Party #32. Hoya serpens, Olympic Gold #1. medal
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Halftime: Lillith Faire Main Stage), photography, oils, yarn, beading wire, glue ("There's a palpable uneasiness in the air; your heart is open and ready to reveal its truth but you just don't know how to put your feelings into words. It might be frustrating at first because you want others to see the real you rather than how you outwardly appear. Instead of spiraling into uncertainty, continue to explore your emotions as they deepen and change.")
Word Count: 192
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Landelye
Warnings: Succession dispute, discussion of sex for politics.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. I will post the next actual chapter of this at some point, I swear...
So. You have a problem.
You know who he is, what he is, why he's here--and he's spent so much time with Tahnrin, which means he probably isn't even your ally, your friend, let alone--
You know who you are, what you are, why you're here. You know that there is no future, not one that's real, not for you and him.
But he has a smile, that makes you feel all warm inside when you look up to see it.
But he has a braid, and a line of tiny, tiny buttons, just begging to be undone.
But he has a mind, singing sweetly at you from behind his eyes and careful words.
You can make this work. You can win this, win him. Just one battle in your war with your uncle.
The problem is, of course, winning that war--that winning the throne--isn't the endgame anymore. Not where he's concerned.
You want him--you want him, not just his influence. You want his soft smile, and undone hair on your pillow, and his brilliant mind.
But communicating all that to him?
Oh, yes. You have a problem.
Story: Problem
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Plant Party #32. Hoya serpens, Olympic Gold #1. medal
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Halftime: Lillith Faire Main Stage), photography, oils, yarn, beading wire, glue ("There's a palpable uneasiness in the air; your heart is open and ready to reveal its truth but you just don't know how to put your feelings into words. It might be frustrating at first because you want others to see the real you rather than how you outwardly appear. Instead of spiraling into uncertainty, continue to explore your emotions as they deepen and change.")
Word Count: 192
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Landelye
Warnings: Succession dispute, discussion of sex for politics.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. I will post the next actual chapter of this at some point, I swear...
So. You have a problem.
You know who he is, what he is, why he's here--and he's spent so much time with Tahnrin, which means he probably isn't even your ally, your friend, let alone--
You know who you are, what you are, why you're here. You know that there is no future, not one that's real, not for you and him.
But he has a smile, that makes you feel all warm inside when you look up to see it.
But he has a braid, and a line of tiny, tiny buttons, just begging to be undone.
But he has a mind, singing sweetly at you from behind his eyes and careful words.
You can make this work. You can win this, win him. Just one battle in your war with your uncle.
The problem is, of course, winning that war--that winning the throne--isn't the endgame anymore. Not where he's concerned.
You want him--you want him, not just his influence. You want his soft smile, and undone hair on your pillow, and his brilliant mind.
But communicating all that to him?
Oh, yes. You have a problem.