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rainbowfic2019-09-09 09:41 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2019-09-09 09:41 pm
Red Summer Sun #1, Library Yellow #3, Jet Pack Blues #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Home
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Red Summer Sun #1. First we caffeinate, then incinerate, Library Yellow #3. brontide, Jet Pack Blues #4. Let's play this game called "when you catch fire",
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day One: Second Stage, frame, modeling clay (not today), novelty beads (security)
Word Count: 433
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri, Kesshare
Warnings: Brief references to character death/war/violence/everything that went down with Ulore
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get a color tag for Jet Pack Blues, please?
Isshiri’s relationship with his mother has always been...call it complicated. She’s never been much of a comfort to him--after Ulore, after his captivity, after the War; when he was wounded and heart-sick, she always kept her distance, until he had healed at least a little, and was once again fit for her company.
But, then again, maybe that was her way of caring for him. Mother is nothing if not self-aware, and comfort isn’t in her nature. She has little patience for the suffering of others. Staying away was probably less a rejection, than it was a way to ensure she didn’t make things worse. And she has always protected him. For possessive, selfish reasons, true, but she still has.
She has always provided him shelter, and a haven when he needs one. A home, whenever he chose to come back to it.
Still, when he returns to the desert for the first time in half a decade; after losing Telri, after seeing Roneli settled safely in the North for training (and having to leave her behind), he knows his mother is furious with him. She doesn’t bother to hide the fire in her eyes as he approaches her; as he bows over her hand (he doesn’t kneel; she’s never made him do that, a rare concession to the pain he sometimes feels).
She surveys him for a moment in silence, then sighs. “We will speak more later,” she says, softly. “You have come home. Let that be enough. For now.”
Not because she’s any less angry with him, because she isn't, but because she is--giving him this. Seeing that he is heart-sick and giving him space so she doesn’t hurt him.
It’s not comfort, exactly, but it hits him somewhere deep inside, somewhere nostalgic and familiar and…something he can’t quite put into words. He knows it won’t last, and delaying the uproar isn’t going to make it any easier (probably the opposite, in fact), but…but in her way, Mother has always done her best for him.
“Mother,” he murmurs, bowing over her hand again, and she waves him away, turning her attention to business other than her wayward son.
Their relationship is complicated; and it always will be. They're certainly never going to be close, the way he is with his father and with his own child.
But Isshiri knows, the way some part of him always has, that no matter how far he wanders, no matter how much he loses and suffers, no matter how much he has tried her patience, his mother will always want him to come home.
Story: Home
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Red Summer Sun #1. First we caffeinate, then incinerate, Library Yellow #3. brontide, Jet Pack Blues #4. Let's play this game called "when you catch fire",
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day One: Second Stage, frame, modeling clay (not today), novelty beads (security)
Word Count: 433
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri, Kesshare
Warnings: Brief references to character death/war/violence/everything that went down with Ulore
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get a color tag for Jet Pack Blues, please?
Isshiri’s relationship with his mother has always been...call it complicated. She’s never been much of a comfort to him--after Ulore, after his captivity, after the War; when he was wounded and heart-sick, she always kept her distance, until he had healed at least a little, and was once again fit for her company.
But, then again, maybe that was her way of caring for him. Mother is nothing if not self-aware, and comfort isn’t in her nature. She has little patience for the suffering of others. Staying away was probably less a rejection, than it was a way to ensure she didn’t make things worse. And she has always protected him. For possessive, selfish reasons, true, but she still has.
She has always provided him shelter, and a haven when he needs one. A home, whenever he chose to come back to it.
Still, when he returns to the desert for the first time in half a decade; after losing Telri, after seeing Roneli settled safely in the North for training (and having to leave her behind), he knows his mother is furious with him. She doesn’t bother to hide the fire in her eyes as he approaches her; as he bows over her hand (he doesn’t kneel; she’s never made him do that, a rare concession to the pain he sometimes feels).
She surveys him for a moment in silence, then sighs. “We will speak more later,” she says, softly. “You have come home. Let that be enough. For now.”
Not because she’s any less angry with him, because she isn't, but because she is--giving him this. Seeing that he is heart-sick and giving him space so she doesn’t hurt him.
It’s not comfort, exactly, but it hits him somewhere deep inside, somewhere nostalgic and familiar and…something he can’t quite put into words. He knows it won’t last, and delaying the uproar isn’t going to make it any easier (probably the opposite, in fact), but…but in her way, Mother has always done her best for him.
“Mother,” he murmurs, bowing over her hand again, and she waves him away, turning her attention to business other than her wayward son.
Their relationship is complicated; and it always will be. They're certainly never going to be close, the way he is with his father and with his own child.
But Isshiri knows, the way some part of him always has, that no matter how far he wanders, no matter how much he loses and suffers, no matter how much he has tried her patience, his mother will always want him to come home.
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Yeah, Kesshare and Isshiri's relationship is. Uh. Not one to be aspired to? But it does make for a fun story to play with!
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She is, in some ways, yeah. She is extremely self-aware, which helps.
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