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rainbowfic2023-08-10 10:34 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2023-08-10 10:34 pm
Halloween Orange #24, Vert #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Unexpected
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Halloween Orange #24. I can’t promise to obey you, I can’t swear I won’t betray you., Vert #12. Tomorrow
Supplies and Materials: photography, silhouette, life drawing, watercolors, pastels (Year of the OTP event; June prompt, "you aren't what I expected"), yarn, glue ("While the delicate Moon in your social sector agitates analytical Mercury and decisive Mars in your 2nd House of Values, look at this incident as an opportunity to clarify what really matters to you;" "Everything can change this week for you in matters of the heart. Everything.")
Word Count: 271
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lux
Warnings: References to war/violence/etc.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
An angel’s life, for the most part, is fairly predictable. Each angel has a purpose, has a role to play. Even Lux, the revolutionary, she who waged a war against--and for--her own kind, can see the steps of her path, whether built into her by the Holy One or built of her own choices, laid out in front of her.
For the most part.
But this--this is something she never would have, could have, predicted. This pretty, clever Human who has worked her way into Lux’s bed (and, somehow, her heart) should have been outside the realm of possibility.
And yet here she is. Watching her(?) Mariko sleep, knowing that, in mere days, it will all come to an end Because no Human could possibly understand why Lux must rain hell--so to speak--down on those who freed her all too soon; as kind and clever and understanding as her Human has been so far, even she will never forgive Lux for this. The break, when it comes, will be…devastating.
For both of them. Perhaps.
Still…
Lux closes her eyes, playing back the weeks she’s spent with her clever Mariko. The way the Human’s eyes light up when she talks about her work; the softness of her skin; the way she smiles; the way she laughs…
For all the pain she can predict, for all the strangeness that it even happened, for all the inherent uncertainty and fragility of--all of this, she could not wish they had never met; that these weeks they shared had never happened.
Which is, perhaps, the least expected thing of all.
Story: Unexpected
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Halloween Orange #24. I can’t promise to obey you, I can’t swear I won’t betray you., Vert #12. Tomorrow
Supplies and Materials: photography, silhouette, life drawing, watercolors, pastels (Year of the OTP event; June prompt, "you aren't what I expected"), yarn, glue ("While the delicate Moon in your social sector agitates analytical Mercury and decisive Mars in your 2nd House of Values, look at this incident as an opportunity to clarify what really matters to you;" "Everything can change this week for you in matters of the heart. Everything.")
Word Count: 271
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lux
Warnings: References to war/violence/etc.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
An angel’s life, for the most part, is fairly predictable. Each angel has a purpose, has a role to play. Even Lux, the revolutionary, she who waged a war against--and for--her own kind, can see the steps of her path, whether built into her by the Holy One or built of her own choices, laid out in front of her.
For the most part.
But this--this is something she never would have, could have, predicted. This pretty, clever Human who has worked her way into Lux’s bed (and, somehow, her heart) should have been outside the realm of possibility.
And yet here she is. Watching her(?) Mariko sleep, knowing that, in mere days, it will all come to an end Because no Human could possibly understand why Lux must rain hell--so to speak--down on those who freed her all too soon; as kind and clever and understanding as her Human has been so far, even she will never forgive Lux for this. The break, when it comes, will be…devastating.
For both of them. Perhaps.
Still…
Lux closes her eyes, playing back the weeks she’s spent with her clever Mariko. The way the Human’s eyes light up when she talks about her work; the softness of her skin; the way she smiles; the way she laughs…
For all the pain she can predict, for all the strangeness that it even happened, for all the inherent uncertainty and fragility of--all of this, she could not wish they had never met; that these weeks they shared had never happened.
Which is, perhaps, the least expected thing of all.
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Yep. Yep yep yep that's these two in a nutshell. <3
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Yeah, true enough! Whether or not Lux knows it/conceptualizes it that way (or whether she did before now) is another question.