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rainbowfic2021-08-17 11:08 pm
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Cool Black 4: The Cost
Author: Kat
Title: The Cost
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 4 (up front there oughta be a man in black)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: The Girl With the Weight of the World in Her Hands, Indigo Girls), seed beads (Anna is Lars's sister), novelty beads (I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any -- Whitman), miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Anna knows what this has cost.
Warning: mention of unspecified bad things
Notes: Anna works for the CIA, if that helps.
It's the Fourth of July. There's something darkly ironic about that, but Anna is just drunk enough that she can't put her finger on it. It's the Fourth of July and her enormous family is running and laughing around her, and she is sitting here on the porch with a bottle of vodka and the bone-deep knowledge of what all this has cost.
She could tell them stories, she thinks, swigs straight from the bottle. The screams and pain and blood, the sheer suffering in the name of safety. She won't, but she could.
She thinks they might already know.
Title: The Cost
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 4 (up front there oughta be a man in black)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: The Girl With the Weight of the World in Her Hands, Indigo Girls), seed beads (Anna is Lars's sister), novelty beads (I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any -- Whitman), miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Anna knows what this has cost.
Warning: mention of unspecified bad things
Notes: Anna works for the CIA, if that helps.
It's the Fourth of July. There's something darkly ironic about that, but Anna is just drunk enough that she can't put her finger on it. It's the Fourth of July and her enormous family is running and laughing around her, and she is sitting here on the porch with a bottle of vodka and the bone-deep knowledge of what all this has cost.
She could tell them stories, she thinks, swigs straight from the bottle. The screams and pain and blood, the sheer suffering in the name of safety. She won't, but she could.
She thinks they might already know.
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