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rainbowfic2018-07-26 12:31 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2018-07-26 12:31 am
Red Summer Sun #6, Library Yellow #20
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Nothing To Do but Think
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Red Summer Sun #6. It's times like these that I dread when there's everything to say and nothing left to be said, Library Yellow #20. scintilla
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Day Four: Village Stage), photography, miniature, eraser (In SPACE AU), watercolors, stickers ("Word of the day: SNUDGE – to stride around looking terribly busy when in fact you’re doing nothing."), fabric, seed beads, glue ("You’re ready to rattle your cage and rock your world now. It’s your season and you’ll roar if you want to! If you had one conformist bone left in your body, it would be shattered. The status quo will no longer cut it. You’re focused on your personal ascension at all costs now, but extreme brazenness backfires. Burning your bridges or bickering with the boss will not bode well. Shine your greatest light and keep your intentions pure for optimal results.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera
Warnings: References to incest, a missing child, and the end of a marriage.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Because would it really be Lillith Faire if I didn't visit this plotline in this AU?
The thing about being back in her father-in-law's house, for moral support while they look for that poor kid, is that there are long, long stretches of time where there's nothing for Fera to actually do.
Nothing, that is, except think.
About how they got here. About what Kellom had done.
Did he think I would never find out?
Fera was trying not to be angry. Not while she was here. Not until her nephew--stepson, God--was home safe.
Does he really think that little of me?
It was hard, staying calm, when she had nothing to do but think.
Story: Nothing To Do but Think
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Red Summer Sun #6. It's times like these that I dread when there's everything to say and nothing left to be said, Library Yellow #20. scintilla
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Day Four: Village Stage), photography, miniature, eraser (In SPACE AU), watercolors, stickers ("Word of the day: SNUDGE – to stride around looking terribly busy when in fact you’re doing nothing."), fabric, seed beads, glue ("You’re ready to rattle your cage and rock your world now. It’s your season and you’ll roar if you want to! If you had one conformist bone left in your body, it would be shattered. The status quo will no longer cut it. You’re focused on your personal ascension at all costs now, but extreme brazenness backfires. Burning your bridges or bickering with the boss will not bode well. Shine your greatest light and keep your intentions pure for optimal results.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera
Warnings: References to incest, a missing child, and the end of a marriage.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Because would it really be Lillith Faire if I didn't visit this plotline in this AU?
The thing about being back in her father-in-law's house, for moral support while they look for that poor kid, is that there are long, long stretches of time where there's nothing for Fera to actually do.
Nothing, that is, except think.
About how they got here. About what Kellom had done.
Did he think I would never find out?
Fera was trying not to be angry. Not while she was here. Not until her nephew--stepson, God--was home safe.
Does he really think that little of me?
It was hard, staying calm, when she had nothing to do but think.