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rainbowfic2018-06-19 11:51 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2018-06-19 11:51 pm
Provence Lavender #18, Metallic Gold #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: A Gift
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Provence Lavender #18. Festival day off, Metallic Gold #8. component
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Legitimate Sorell AU), stain, charcoal
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG
Characters: Kellom, Sorell Younger
Warnings: Technically none for this, other than background war, etc. Also Kellom is still Kellom, even though it doesn't really come across in this bit.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
There are any number of demands on Kellom’s time these days, all of them vitally important to his people’s future. He is King now, after all–and has been for less than six weeks. Even if he hadn’t inherited a kingdom under siege, he would have had his hands full.
But some things are more important than governance, more important even than the war he knows he has to win. If only for a moment.
And today…today is his son’s fifth birthday.
He comes to Sorell’s rooms early, before breakfast. The child is still asleep, and, briefly, Kellom watches him breathing, quiet and even and calm. He lets the peace of the room sink into his bones; lets himself forget everything outside these walls.
Then Sorell stirs. He blinks up at him, groggy. “Daddy…?”
Kellom smiles, and sits down on the edge of his bed. “Good morning,” he says, bending down to kiss his forehead lightly. “Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh,” he says. He sits up, rubbing his eyes.
“Good. I have something for you,” Kellom says.
Sorell blinks. “A present?”
“Yes,” he says. He pulls it out from behind his back–a wooden horse, complete a knight on its back, both of them in blue-painted armor. And a bow tied around its neck; Kellom had remembered to add it at the last minute. Children like that sort of thing, and Sorell is no exception.
His eyes light up; he’s completely awake now as he takes the toy from Kellom’s hands. “Oh!”
"I thought you’d like it,” Kellom says. “Happy birthday, son.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” he says, hugging it close to his chest and beaming up at him.
“You’re welcome,” he says, ruffling his hair. “The knees bend and everything. Would you like to see?”
“Yeah!”
Kellom knows he won’t be able to stay for long–his duties will call him away all too soon. He has a nation to run, and a war to fight.
But time is passing all too quickly, and his only son will only turn five once. For a moment, everything else can wait.
Story: A Gift
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Provence Lavender #18. Festival day off, Metallic Gold #8. component
Supplies and Materials: eraser (Legitimate Sorell AU), stain, charcoal
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG
Characters: Kellom, Sorell Younger
Warnings: Technically none for this, other than background war, etc. Also Kellom is still Kellom, even though it doesn't really come across in this bit.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
There are any number of demands on Kellom’s time these days, all of them vitally important to his people’s future. He is King now, after all–and has been for less than six weeks. Even if he hadn’t inherited a kingdom under siege, he would have had his hands full.
But some things are more important than governance, more important even than the war he knows he has to win. If only for a moment.
And today…today is his son’s fifth birthday.
He comes to Sorell’s rooms early, before breakfast. The child is still asleep, and, briefly, Kellom watches him breathing, quiet and even and calm. He lets the peace of the room sink into his bones; lets himself forget everything outside these walls.
Then Sorell stirs. He blinks up at him, groggy. “Daddy…?”
Kellom smiles, and sits down on the edge of his bed. “Good morning,” he says, bending down to kiss his forehead lightly. “Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh,” he says. He sits up, rubbing his eyes.
“Good. I have something for you,” Kellom says.
Sorell blinks. “A present?”
“Yes,” he says. He pulls it out from behind his back–a wooden horse, complete a knight on its back, both of them in blue-painted armor. And a bow tied around its neck; Kellom had remembered to add it at the last minute. Children like that sort of thing, and Sorell is no exception.
His eyes light up; he’s completely awake now as he takes the toy from Kellom’s hands. “Oh!”
"I thought you’d like it,” Kellom says. “Happy birthday, son.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” he says, hugging it close to his chest and beaming up at him.
“You’re welcome,” he says, ruffling his hair. “The knees bend and everything. Would you like to see?”
“Yeah!”
Kellom knows he won’t be able to stay for long–his duties will call him away all too soon. He has a nation to run, and a war to fight.
But time is passing all too quickly, and his only son will only turn five once. For a moment, everything else can wait.
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I love the way you make villains so fucking relatable and nice people in other aspects of their lives. It's really frustrating.
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You're welcome? Lol...
I mean, in Kellom's case, it's partly that I like doing that for a variety of reasons, most of which I'm not sure I can articulate, but it's also partly because of Andrell? And making his decision to defect have the weight it needs, as well as making the timing make sense without potentially undermining his good/heroic qualities...
...anyway. Kellom is still an awful person but yeah, he's somehow a good dad???