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rainbowfic2021-08-27 10:37 pm
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Lapis Lazuli #13, Color of the Day
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Miss
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Lapis Lazuli #13. lackluster, Color of the Day (orogeny)
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 4b: Village Stage), photography, canvas, watercolors (ancestor), oils, seed beads, novelty beads ("I thought it'd happen fast/But I'm feeling it now and I feel anxious." - Knife Going In, Tegan & Sara), yarn, glue ("Overachieving isn't always all it's cracked up to be -- particularly today. You may feel pressured, by yourself or others, to do more than you realistically can in the time that you have available. Be honest with yourself and those around you about what you're truly able to do right now, and set your expectations accordingly.")
Word Count: 244
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Emily Horndil
Warnings: Cutting ties with family, isolation, references to some poor life choices.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Emily is Mariko's great-grandmother.
She doesn’t regret leaving. She doesn’t miss the Family.
Except when she does.
Except when she trudges back to her tiny apartment at the end of another day of a job she doesn’t hate, but doesn’t love either, and comes home to an empty house with no one to talk to.
The Family was awful, practically a goddamn cult, but the nice thing about it was there was always someone to talk to.
Her parents would probably take her call, even now. She knows that.
But she’s made her choice, and she’s going to live with it, for better or for worse. And this--this--this part, the lonely part, isn’t going to last forever. She’ll make friends in her new life before long, she knows that. And those little twinges of whatever will fade completely. She’ll have people to bitch at after a shitty day at work, maybe a boyfriend (a real boyfriend, not some random one-night-stand in a bar; three times was enough, she should really stop doing that), a life that’s really and truly her own. It just…takes time. She knows that. She knew it when she decided to leave. The fact that it’s taking a little longer than she thought isn’t…it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
She doesn’t regret leaving. In the long run, it’s the best thing she could’ve done. And she knows it.
She doesn’t regret it.
She doesn’t miss her old life.
(Except for when she does.)
Story: Miss
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Lapis Lazuli #13. lackluster, Color of the Day (orogeny)
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 4b: Village Stage), photography, canvas, watercolors (ancestor), oils, seed beads, novelty beads ("I thought it'd happen fast/But I'm feeling it now and I feel anxious." - Knife Going In, Tegan & Sara), yarn, glue ("Overachieving isn't always all it's cracked up to be -- particularly today. You may feel pressured, by yourself or others, to do more than you realistically can in the time that you have available. Be honest with yourself and those around you about what you're truly able to do right now, and set your expectations accordingly.")
Word Count: 244
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Emily Horndil
Warnings: Cutting ties with family, isolation, references to some poor life choices.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Emily is Mariko's great-grandmother.
She doesn’t regret leaving. She doesn’t miss the Family.
Except when she does.
Except when she trudges back to her tiny apartment at the end of another day of a job she doesn’t hate, but doesn’t love either, and comes home to an empty house with no one to talk to.
The Family was awful, practically a goddamn cult, but the nice thing about it was there was always someone to talk to.
Her parents would probably take her call, even now. She knows that.
But she’s made her choice, and she’s going to live with it, for better or for worse. And this--this--this part, the lonely part, isn’t going to last forever. She’ll make friends in her new life before long, she knows that. And those little twinges of whatever will fade completely. She’ll have people to bitch at after a shitty day at work, maybe a boyfriend (a real boyfriend, not some random one-night-stand in a bar; three times was enough, she should really stop doing that), a life that’s really and truly her own. It just…takes time. She knows that. She knew it when she decided to leave. The fact that it’s taking a little longer than she thought isn’t…it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
She doesn’t regret leaving. In the long run, it’s the best thing she could’ve done. And she knows it.
She doesn’t regret it.
She doesn’t miss her old life.
(Except for when she does.)