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rainbowfic2019-09-12 09:21 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2019-09-12 09:21 pm
Red Summer Sun #9, Library Yellow #6, Jet Pack Blues #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Keeping Silent
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Red Summer Sun #9. Still I recoil like mace, in all the little moments I pushed you away that I can't erase, Library Yellow #6. abditory, Jet Pack Blues #6. Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Four: Main Stage), photography, miniature collection, canvas (943 FY; 953 FY; 962 FY), brush (deleterious), stain (“The dream is gone and the baby is real”), modeling clay (what beast lurks)
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nida
Warnings: References to suicide attempt/botched regicide [i.e., planned to poison the King, changed mind at last minute and switched the glasses]
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The first time Nida nearly confessed was just after Deva was born. She spent hours watching her tiny, precious daughter; torn between loving her and loving him and relived that her final orders would be delayed at least another year and resigned to the need to keep lying for at least another year, and…
Was it right, to raise a child like that? In a family that, while bound by love, only existed because of a deep and terrible secret? Because of a lie?
In the end, her loyalty to the Cause won out, and she kept her silence. For now.
The second near-confession comes when she disobeys that final order; when she switches the glasses and drinks the poison herself. When she sees the shock and horror on his face, as she falls, and she wants so badly to make this easier for him, any way she can.
Perhaps, if he knows what she’s done--perhaps, if the spell is broken and he hates her for her lies, he won’t suffer so much in losing her.
In the end, the poison works too quickly and the words never come; when she, miraculously, wakes two days later, she finds herself relieved.
The third will come with another birth. She will look across the cradle, and wonder--after eight living children, and now the first of what will likely be many grandchildren, will it really matter why her mother sent her here, so many years ago?
In the end, she will once again keep her silence; after all the choices she will have made, after all the things she will have done…it will ease her conscience, perhaps, but at what cost to him, and their children, and this tiny, precious granddaughter?
After all this time, what can the truth do but hurt?
Story: Keeping Silent
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Red Summer Sun #9. Still I recoil like mace, in all the little moments I pushed you away that I can't erase, Library Yellow #6. abditory, Jet Pack Blues #6. Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Four: Main Stage), photography, miniature collection, canvas (943 FY; 953 FY; 962 FY), brush (deleterious), stain (“The dream is gone and the baby is real”), modeling clay (what beast lurks)
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nida
Warnings: References to suicide attempt/botched regicide [i.e., planned to poison the King, changed mind at last minute and switched the glasses]
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The first time Nida nearly confessed was just after Deva was born. She spent hours watching her tiny, precious daughter; torn between loving her and loving him and relived that her final orders would be delayed at least another year and resigned to the need to keep lying for at least another year, and…
Was it right, to raise a child like that? In a family that, while bound by love, only existed because of a deep and terrible secret? Because of a lie?
In the end, her loyalty to the Cause won out, and she kept her silence. For now.
The second near-confession comes when she disobeys that final order; when she switches the glasses and drinks the poison herself. When she sees the shock and horror on his face, as she falls, and she wants so badly to make this easier for him, any way she can.
Perhaps, if he knows what she’s done--perhaps, if the spell is broken and he hates her for her lies, he won’t suffer so much in losing her.
In the end, the poison works too quickly and the words never come; when she, miraculously, wakes two days later, she finds herself relieved.
The third will come with another birth. She will look across the cradle, and wonder--after eight living children, and now the first of what will likely be many grandchildren, will it really matter why her mother sent her here, so many years ago?
In the end, she will once again keep her silence; after all the choices she will have made, after all the things she will have done…it will ease her conscience, perhaps, but at what cost to him, and their children, and this tiny, precious granddaughter?
After all this time, what can the truth do but hurt?
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Also BABIES I have so many feelings about babies these days.
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Yeah, Nida definitely has many moments of happiness in her marriage! But there is all this undercurrent, and eventually it rears its head.
Yesssss, babies! There are MANY babies in this family.
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I'm...not actually sure? It probably depends on when, and in what context. But either it would get Sorell to take a step back and re-evaluate his life choices, or she'd end up discreetly locked away--he wouldn't want to publicly arrest her, both for stability reasons and the impact it might have on their children, and because he does genuinely love her and doesn't want to put her through that. There would be rumors, of course, but Nida would be locked away where she couldn't hear them.
((I think Rema would probably get arrested either way, though.))
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