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rainbowfic2019-09-13 10:33 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2019-09-13 10:33 pm
Kingfisher Blue #7, Red Summer Sun #12, Jungle Green #14
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Losing
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Kingfisher Blue #7. 青出於藍，而勝於藍: blue comes from indigo, but is bluer than the plant itself (the student has surpassed the teacher), Red Summer Sun #12. Do you live the days you go through?, Jungle Green #14. Creeping
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Five: Second Stage), tapestry (Jungle Green + Novelty Beads), brush (abscond), oils, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card O3 "zombies"), novelty beads, beading wire
Word Count: 222
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keta, Tana
Warnings: References to and aftermath of character death/war/etc.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Kingfisher Blue!
Sometimes, Keta felt like all she really knew how to do was lose things. From the time she was eight, she had lost five siblings, including her favorite brother; both parents; her husband, her son...
And yet, for all of that, for all she'd lost, for all she'd grieved--maybe that was why she was coping better than Tana. Tana, who had spent their entire flight from their home into the mountains alternating between hysterics and staring, stone-faced, at the road behind them.
Tana had lost--most of the same people, but it hadn't seemed to hit her this hard before.
But the city falling, and Kellom dying...
Keta reached over and touched her little sister's hand. Tana jumped and glared at her.
"We're almost there," she said, softly. "Then we can rest."
And maybe heal. If you can.
Tana scoffed, and returned to staring down the road.
Keta sighed, and turned her own attention forward again. We still have each other, she thought. I'm still here, and I'll look after you.
She was something of an expert in these things, after all. Even if she and Tana had never been particularly close, at least they had each other. And maybe Keta's experience would help. Maybe she could teach her youngest sister how to cope.
Maybe that would be enough.
Story: Losing
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Kingfisher Blue #7. 青出於藍，而勝於藍: blue comes from indigo, but is bluer than the plant itself (the student has surpassed the teacher), Red Summer Sun #12. Do you live the days you go through?, Jungle Green #14. Creeping
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Five: Second Stage), tapestry (Jungle Green + Novelty Beads), brush (abscond), oils, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card O3 "zombies"), novelty beads, beading wire
Word Count: 222
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keta, Tana
Warnings: References to and aftermath of character death/war/etc.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Kingfisher Blue!
Sometimes, Keta felt like all she really knew how to do was lose things. From the time she was eight, she had lost five siblings, including her favorite brother; both parents; her husband, her son...
And yet, for all of that, for all she'd lost, for all she'd grieved--maybe that was why she was coping better than Tana. Tana, who had spent their entire flight from their home into the mountains alternating between hysterics and staring, stone-faced, at the road behind them.
Tana had lost--most of the same people, but it hadn't seemed to hit her this hard before.
But the city falling, and Kellom dying...
Keta reached over and touched her little sister's hand. Tana jumped and glared at her.
"We're almost there," she said, softly. "Then we can rest."
And maybe heal. If you can.
Tana scoffed, and returned to staring down the road.
Keta sighed, and turned her own attention forward again. We still have each other, she thought. I'm still here, and I'll look after you.
She was something of an expert in these things, after all. Even if she and Tana had never been particularly close, at least they had each other. And maybe Keta's experience would help. Maybe she could teach her youngest sister how to cope.
Maybe that would be enough.