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rainbowfic2017-08-19 12:54 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2017-08-19 12:54 am
Entry tags:
Metallic Gold #9, Golden Globe #13, Provence Lavender #1
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Sacrifices
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Metallic Gold #9. method, Golden Globe #13. I see dead people. Provence Lavender #1. Shepherd
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Village Stage; Indie Films), photography, canvas, brush (alleviate), acrylic, oils, stain, charcoal, seed beads, yarn,
Word Count: 246
Rating: R
Characters: Lova
Warnings: Murder, somewhat gory.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Lova is Nida's mother.
Lova had made many sacrifices for her cause. She had lied, she had murdered, she had turned her daughters into soldiers and spies. And it had all been worthwhile--the ends, in time, would justify the means. So she accepted the blood on her hands, the stains on her soul, with grief, but without regret.
Except for one.
It had been her first murder, which was probably part of why it bothered her so. She'd been sixteen and unhealthily idealistic, and had made a mistake that would have compromised several Movement operatives if not corrected.
And then she'd botched the job.
Because of her inexperience, she hadn't given that poor man the right dose, and he'd spent nearly an hour retching and weeping in agony, until she couldn't take it anymore. Her knife in his throat had ended his suffering, but made it impossible to camouflage the intent.
Two more hours to stage the scene, and she'd thought the stench of his blood and vomit would never leave her. At times, even now, she could still catch a breath of it oozing from her pores.
She got better at it, after that. At preventing the necessity, and being clean and kind when she couldn't.
But decades later, she still dreamed about him from time to time. And she doubted she would ever manage to come near the cemetery where he lay without remembering that wretched night, and feeling every drop of the blood on her hands.
Story: Sacrifices
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Metallic Gold #9. method, Golden Globe #13. I see dead people. Provence Lavender #1. Shepherd
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Village Stage; Indie Films), photography, canvas, brush (alleviate), acrylic, oils, stain, charcoal, seed beads, yarn,
Word Count: 246
Rating: R
Characters: Lova
Warnings: Murder, somewhat gory.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Lova is Nida's mother.
Lova had made many sacrifices for her cause. She had lied, she had murdered, she had turned her daughters into soldiers and spies. And it had all been worthwhile--the ends, in time, would justify the means. So she accepted the blood on her hands, the stains on her soul, with grief, but without regret.
Except for one.
It had been her first murder, which was probably part of why it bothered her so. She'd been sixteen and unhealthily idealistic, and had made a mistake that would have compromised several Movement operatives if not corrected.
And then she'd botched the job.
Because of her inexperience, she hadn't given that poor man the right dose, and he'd spent nearly an hour retching and weeping in agony, until she couldn't take it anymore. Her knife in his throat had ended his suffering, but made it impossible to camouflage the intent.
Two more hours to stage the scene, and she'd thought the stench of his blood and vomit would never leave her. At times, even now, she could still catch a breath of it oozing from her pores.
She got better at it, after that. At preventing the necessity, and being clean and kind when she couldn't.
But decades later, she still dreamed about him from time to time. And she doubted she would ever manage to come near the cemetery where he lay without remembering that wretched night, and feeling every drop of the blood on her hands.
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No, I don't think it makes you a bad person. She definitely--like, I am not in any way excusing what she did, but she was trying to protect several people, and she doesn't want people to suffer, so...Lova's complicated. I don't write her a lot, but maybe I should. Especially since she's kind of a reflection/counter/whatever the right word is to Nida and Rema, because she's sort of a middle ground between the two of them.