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rainbowfic2019-09-14 11:43 pm
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Jungle Green #11, Library Yellow #1, Jet Pack Blues #3
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Petition
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jungle Green #11. Extinction, Library Yellow #1. jentacular, Jet Pack Blues #3. Loaded words and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Six: Main Stage), photography, tapestry (Jungle Green + Novelty Beads), eraser (In SPACE AU), modeling clay (what beast lurks), novelty beads, beading wire
Word Count: 241
Rating: PG
Characters: Fera
Warnings: End of a marriage.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Because it wouldn't be Lillith Fair if I didn't check in with Fera in this AU, lol. Also, I am not a lawyer, please excuse any errors on this whole process.
The papers, waiting on her signature, were still lying on table where she'd left them the night before.
Fera's lawyer had advised her to sleep on it, and she'd tried, though in all honesty she hadn't done much sleeping. But she'd thought it over, like he'd suggested. Not the cause, but the effect.
She had even, at least briefly, considered changing her mind. Nothing in the family she'd married was ever as discreet as they wanted it to be, and filing for divorce, by its nature, was a matter of public record. And that poor kid, and her in-laws, had been through enough in the past several days without her adding to it.
Her lawyer had asked, before leaving her last night, if she was really ready for this. For the media storm she was about to face. She hoped she was. Even if Kellom gave her what she wanted, and this turned into an uncontested settlement--which she thought was likely--that wouldn't end the scandal, or the questions.
But there were some things even she couldn't forgive. And little Sorell was home and reasonably safe, and while there were still loose ends to tie up, she'd waited as long as she could.
It was time. Time for her to move on, to build a life outside of her failed marriage. Media or no media, still-healing in-laws and--nephew--or no.
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and signed.
Story: The Petition
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jungle Green #11. Extinction, Library Yellow #1. jentacular, Jet Pack Blues #3. Loaded words and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Fair Day Six: Main Stage), photography, tapestry (Jungle Green + Novelty Beads), eraser (In SPACE AU), modeling clay (what beast lurks), novelty beads, beading wire
Word Count: 241
Rating: PG
Characters: Fera
Warnings: End of a marriage.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Because it wouldn't be Lillith Fair if I didn't check in with Fera in this AU, lol. Also, I am not a lawyer, please excuse any errors on this whole process.
The papers, waiting on her signature, were still lying on table where she'd left them the night before.
Fera's lawyer had advised her to sleep on it, and she'd tried, though in all honesty she hadn't done much sleeping. But she'd thought it over, like he'd suggested. Not the cause, but the effect.
She had even, at least briefly, considered changing her mind. Nothing in the family she'd married was ever as discreet as they wanted it to be, and filing for divorce, by its nature, was a matter of public record. And that poor kid, and her in-laws, had been through enough in the past several days without her adding to it.
Her lawyer had asked, before leaving her last night, if she was really ready for this. For the media storm she was about to face. She hoped she was. Even if Kellom gave her what she wanted, and this turned into an uncontested settlement--which she thought was likely--that wouldn't end the scandal, or the questions.
But there were some things even she couldn't forgive. And little Sorell was home and reasonably safe, and while there were still loose ends to tie up, she'd waited as long as she could.
It was time. Time for her to move on, to build a life outside of her failed marriage. Media or no media, still-healing in-laws and--nephew--or no.
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and signed.