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rainbowfic2017-08-15 12:51 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2017-08-15 12:51 pm
Entry tags:
Midnight #4/First Light #4, Aurora #1
Name: Greenling
Story: Sketch #1
Colors: Midnight #4 (Abolish) / First Light #4 (Ichor), Aurora #1 (Sennight)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Lilith Fair Day One, Village Stage)
Word Count: 127
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Sooo writing has been weird and I'm doing a thing where I take three stories still at the very beginning stage and use one of the Graffiti prompts a day to flesh it out. This one's Story One for now.
She had such small hands. Small and pale, light brown somewhere between fawn's pelt and paper left in the sun, with painted white half-moon nails. French tips, she thought at the thing looking out from her eyes.
The fear had subsided a bit since the morning. It had done very little she wouldn't do, had been extremely cordial to her parents and apologetic to her. The idea of spending a week like this was still- she didn't want to think about it. Or what the two of them would be when it was done.
Can you feel it in your blood yet? Curiosity, concern, an edge of excitement. She wasn't sure, with all the nerves.
You will know.
She tried to turn her attention back to class.
Story: Sketch #1
Colors: Midnight #4 (Abolish) / First Light #4 (Ichor), Aurora #1 (Sennight)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Lilith Fair Day One, Village Stage)
Word Count: 127
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Sooo writing has been weird and I'm doing a thing where I take three stories still at the very beginning stage and use one of the Graffiti prompts a day to flesh it out. This one's Story One for now.
She had such small hands. Small and pale, light brown somewhere between fawn's pelt and paper left in the sun, with painted white half-moon nails. French tips, she thought at the thing looking out from her eyes.
The fear had subsided a bit since the morning. It had done very little she wouldn't do, had been extremely cordial to her parents and apologetic to her. The idea of spending a week like this was still- she didn't want to think about it. Or what the two of them would be when it was done.
Can you feel it in your blood yet? Curiosity, concern, an edge of excitement. She wasn't sure, with all the nerves.
You will know.
She tried to turn her attention back to class.