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rainbowfic2019-03-07 09:34 pm
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Atomic Tangerine 10 - Seafoam 7 + PbN - Eraser - Photgraphy
Name: Kana
Title: On the road
Story: Shadows in the Distance
Characters: Caithlynn, Frey, Sarah
Colors: Atomic Tangerine 10. Deserted + Seafoam 7. Handprint with paint by numbers (nostalgia for times gone by)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Apocalyptic AU), photography
Word count: 439
Rating: PG
Summary: A memory on the road to nowhere
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
She walks, head bend down and shoulders slumped. A bag in her hand, dragged across the road. In her other hand, she holds the small hand of Frey. The kid stumbles every now and then. As does she. As does Alan. As does Tessa. The kid is tired. As is she. As is Alan. As is Tessa.
She wants to pick him up and carry him the last miles to the next village. But she doesn’t have the strength.
So they wait, until he has caught his breath. Until she has. Until Alan has. Until Tessa has. And then they move on. Silent. Heads bend down and shoulders slumped. Feet dragging broken bodies over the road.
For a second her eyes lit up when they finally reach the town. But they cloud over again as soon as she sets a foot inside the city walls. Broken doors and windows. Abandoned homes. There is no one here. Just like the previous towns they passed through. Everyone gone. Fleeing from the Shadow and the Dark Magicians and the end of the world. Fleeing from the broken Wielders of the Elements who were supposed to save the world.
Frey stumbles for the hundredth time. And she doesn’t have the strength to hold him up. So instead, she falls on her knees next to him. Her hand still holding his in hers. Not letting go. It’s what keeps her a little bit sane, in this world of death and destruction.
Vaguely she notices how Alan and Tessa enter a house and how they as well crash on the floor. But at least there is shelter for the night.
She feels how Frey pushes himself up from the ground with his free hand. The road so dusty that it leaves a perfect handprint behind. Her eyes widen and suddenly she’s at home. Laughing and hearing her mother laugh. When she looks at her hand, she sees it covered in blue paint and when she looks in front of her, she sees her handprint on a white piece of paper. Looking aside, she sees how her mother moves her own painted hand – orange – towards the paper and leaves a perfect handprint, next to her own.
A soft tug at her hand makes her look aside again. And suddenly her home is once more replaced by a deserted town with dusty roads. And Frey is standing next to her and he looks at the house where Alan and Tessa are still sitting down.
Groaning she stands as well. Takes a last look at the print of Frey’s hand on the road, before she follows him inside.
Title: On the road
Story: Shadows in the Distance
Characters: Caithlynn, Frey, Sarah
Colors: Atomic Tangerine 10. Deserted + Seafoam 7. Handprint with paint by numbers (nostalgia for times gone by)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Apocalyptic AU), photography
Word count: 439
Rating: PG
Summary: A memory on the road to nowhere
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
She walks, head bend down and shoulders slumped. A bag in her hand, dragged across the road. In her other hand, she holds the small hand of Frey. The kid stumbles every now and then. As does she. As does Alan. As does Tessa. The kid is tired. As is she. As is Alan. As is Tessa.
She wants to pick him up and carry him the last miles to the next village. But she doesn’t have the strength.
So they wait, until he has caught his breath. Until she has. Until Alan has. Until Tessa has. And then they move on. Silent. Heads bend down and shoulders slumped. Feet dragging broken bodies over the road.
For a second her eyes lit up when they finally reach the town. But they cloud over again as soon as she sets a foot inside the city walls. Broken doors and windows. Abandoned homes. There is no one here. Just like the previous towns they passed through. Everyone gone. Fleeing from the Shadow and the Dark Magicians and the end of the world. Fleeing from the broken Wielders of the Elements who were supposed to save the world.
Frey stumbles for the hundredth time. And she doesn’t have the strength to hold him up. So instead, she falls on her knees next to him. Her hand still holding his in hers. Not letting go. It’s what keeps her a little bit sane, in this world of death and destruction.
Vaguely she notices how Alan and Tessa enter a house and how they as well crash on the floor. But at least there is shelter for the night.
She feels how Frey pushes himself up from the ground with his free hand. The road so dusty that it leaves a perfect handprint behind. Her eyes widen and suddenly she’s at home. Laughing and hearing her mother laugh. When she looks at her hand, she sees it covered in blue paint and when she looks in front of her, she sees her handprint on a white piece of paper. Looking aside, she sees how her mother moves her own painted hand – orange – towards the paper and leaves a perfect handprint, next to her own.
A soft tug at her hand makes her look aside again. And suddenly her home is once more replaced by a deserted town with dusty roads. And Frey is standing next to her and he looks at the house where Alan and Tessa are still sitting down.
Groaning she stands as well. Takes a last look at the print of Frey’s hand on the road, before she follows him inside.
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I'm glad, at least for the time being, they're alive. It sounds like they've been through hell. Are currently still in it, honestly. I'm rooting for them all!
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It's not much but there is something good.
To me it feels like the hope that still remains (somewhere I hope?) in these dire circumstances.
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