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Lapis Lazuli #16, White Russian #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: One Last Night
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Lapis Lazuli #16. beguile, White Russian #12. Ско́ро ска́зка ска́зывается, да не ско́ро де́ло де́лается. (Easier said than done.)
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 2: Village Stage), photography, eraser (Incest AU), brush (abrogate), charcoal, novelty beads (“As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.” ― Georgette Heyer)
Word Count: 312
Rating: R
Characters: Kellom
Warnings: Well, uh, incest. Implied sex.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Tana was asleep, her dark curls spread across the pillows in slightly tangled but still shining mass. She looked--beautiful. Peaceful, serene, in a way she never was during the day.
Kellom felt a faint, fond smile twitch at the side of his mouth, as he--very gently, not wanting to wake her just yet--brushed one of those curls aside.
What am I doing here? he asked himself, for what must have been the hundredth time tonight, let alone all the other nights he had found himself in bed with his favorite sister. He couldn't be here. He should--remarry, probably, as distasteful as the thought of sleeping with anyone else was. Produce a legitimate heir, as was his duty.
And yet...
There was no one like Tana. No one with her fire, that near-fanatical devotion to what she believed in.
To him.
His perfect opposite, in so many ways--he was cold, he always had been; bound up in a rigid sense of duty that he violated every night he spent with her.
This is the last time, he promised himself. I'll tell her in the morning. She'll rage, she might throw things, she'll be furious with me...but in the end, I think she'll understand. Because she loves me, and she knows me, and would never ask me to be other than what I am. Even for her.
Never mind that he'd made that same promise last night; last week; last year. This time...this time, he would keep it. He had to. For both their sakes, and for the sake of his nation.
But it could wait until tomorrow. Tonight...tonight, he would let her sleep in peace.
He reached out and stroked her hair again, smiling a little again, but with more than a hint of sadness; then settled himself beside her, for this one last night with the woman he loved beyond all reason.
Story: One Last Night
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Lapis Lazuli #16. beguile, White Russian #12. Ско́ро ска́зка ска́зывается, да не ско́ро де́ло де́лается. (Easier said than done.)
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 2: Village Stage), photography, eraser (Incest AU), brush (abrogate), charcoal, novelty beads (“As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.” ― Georgette Heyer)
Word Count: 312
Rating: R
Characters: Kellom
Warnings: Well, uh, incest. Implied sex.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Tana was asleep, her dark curls spread across the pillows in slightly tangled but still shining mass. She looked--beautiful. Peaceful, serene, in a way she never was during the day.
Kellom felt a faint, fond smile twitch at the side of his mouth, as he--very gently, not wanting to wake her just yet--brushed one of those curls aside.
What am I doing here? he asked himself, for what must have been the hundredth time tonight, let alone all the other nights he had found himself in bed with his favorite sister. He couldn't be here. He should--remarry, probably, as distasteful as the thought of sleeping with anyone else was. Produce a legitimate heir, as was his duty.
And yet...
There was no one like Tana. No one with her fire, that near-fanatical devotion to what she believed in.
To him.
His perfect opposite, in so many ways--he was cold, he always had been; bound up in a rigid sense of duty that he violated every night he spent with her.
This is the last time, he promised himself. I'll tell her in the morning. She'll rage, she might throw things, she'll be furious with me...but in the end, I think she'll understand. Because she loves me, and she knows me, and would never ask me to be other than what I am. Even for her.
Never mind that he'd made that same promise last night; last week; last year. This time...this time, he would keep it. He had to. For both their sakes, and for the sake of his nation.
But it could wait until tomorrow. Tonight...tonight, he would let her sleep in peace.
He reached out and stroked her hair again, smiling a little again, but with more than a hint of sadness; then settled himself beside her, for this one last night with the woman he loved beyond all reason.
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Honestly think he might have too much faith in Tana here.
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Yeaaaaaaaaaah. If Kellom hadn't started sleeping with her, he wouldn't be wrong here--but now that he's opened that door, closing it is. Not going to be something Tana will accept or understand.