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rainbowfic2018-05-15 01:52 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2018-05-15 01:52 am
Moonlight #17, Golden Globe #15
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Devotion
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Moonlight #17. Hoary, Golden Globe #15. Well, nobody's perfect.
Supplies and Materials: photography, canvas (965 FY), acrylic, oils, glue ("You’re eagerly anticipating the next phase of your life as wild Uranus joins the planetary pile-up. Just be absolutely sure to place your feet squarely back on the ground before starting a new chapter. Thankfully, you possess all the tools necessary to create a little magic without losing your common sense.")
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kesshare
Warnings: Not really, no. Sociopathic POV.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Kesshare had wondered, when she first became pregnant with Nolani, if it would change her.
She had known for her entire life that she was not like other women, that she did not feel affection as they did. She never had, and she had always assumed that she never would. It made her something less than an ideal mother--children needed such things--but, then again, that was what her husband was for.
Still, she’d heard so many anecdotes about the power of maternal devotion. As she felt her first-born child grow inside her, she waited, curious, to see if it would work its magic on her mind and heart, too.
And when Nolani was born, when Kesshare held her daughter outside herself for the first time, she did feel something.
It wasn’t love, she didn’t think. Not as it had been described to her. Not as other women felt it.
But it was something. It was a deep and consuming bond. And she knew, in her heart of hearts, as she held this squirming, screaming infant, that if anyone dared harm her child, she would destroy them.
No, motherhood had not changed Kesshare. Not in any material sense.
But maternal devotion? As it turned out, she was capable of such a thing.
In her own way.
Story: Devotion
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Moonlight #17. Hoary, Golden Globe #15. Well, nobody's perfect.
Supplies and Materials: photography, canvas (965 FY), acrylic, oils, glue ("You’re eagerly anticipating the next phase of your life as wild Uranus joins the planetary pile-up. Just be absolutely sure to place your feet squarely back on the ground before starting a new chapter. Thankfully, you possess all the tools necessary to create a little magic without losing your common sense.")
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kesshare
Warnings: Not really, no. Sociopathic POV.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Kesshare had wondered, when she first became pregnant with Nolani, if it would change her.
She had known for her entire life that she was not like other women, that she did not feel affection as they did. She never had, and she had always assumed that she never would. It made her something less than an ideal mother--children needed such things--but, then again, that was what her husband was for.
Still, she’d heard so many anecdotes about the power of maternal devotion. As she felt her first-born child grow inside her, she waited, curious, to see if it would work its magic on her mind and heart, too.
And when Nolani was born, when Kesshare held her daughter outside herself for the first time, she did feel something.
It wasn’t love, she didn’t think. Not as it had been described to her. Not as other women felt it.
But it was something. It was a deep and consuming bond. And she knew, in her heart of hearts, as she held this squirming, screaming infant, that if anyone dared harm her child, she would destroy them.
No, motherhood had not changed Kesshare. Not in any material sense.
But maternal devotion? As it turned out, she was capable of such a thing.
In her own way.
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Yeah, pretty much. She is not what we would call a good mother, but she's extremely self-aware and she can (and does, at least once) kill the crap out of anyone who dares to hurt one of her kids.