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rainbowfic2024-01-23 10:00 am
ilthit) wrote in rainbowfic2024-01-23 10:00 am
Iridium #5: A California Sunset, Interrupted (Peccadillo Parlour)
Name: A California Sunset, Interrupted
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Iridium #5 (location, location, location), Psychedelic Purple #23 (once there was a way to get back home)
Supplies and Styles: yarn (Deep Nebulas: From Seagull to California, by Alistair Symon); miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: general
Warnings: Depression, disconnection, alcohol.
Summary: Reuben has been traveling, as far as he can get from Croydon.
Note: I may just write sad rich poet drabbles for Reuben forever.
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The sunset is pink and orange over the expanse of the sea. Reuben fixes his eyes on that horizon, earplugs shutting out the noise behind him in the restaurant. Red wine sits sour on his tongue, his body sated enough for melancholy.
His phone buzzes; against his better judgment, he digs it out.
You need to come home
Reuben frowns, thumbs a reply:
Why?
Silence stretches. Unwilling to wait any longer, Reuben swipes down and turns on Do Not Disturb.
The sun keeps sinking. It's easier, Reuben thinks, to be a place than a person.
He almost writes that down.
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Iridium #5 (location, location, location), Psychedelic Purple #23 (once there was a way to get back home)
Supplies and Styles: yarn (Deep Nebulas: From Seagull to California, by Alistair Symon); miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: general
Warnings: Depression, disconnection, alcohol.
Summary: Reuben has been traveling, as far as he can get from Croydon.
Note: I may just write sad rich poet drabbles for Reuben forever.
*
The sunset is pink and orange over the expanse of the sea. Reuben fixes his eyes on that horizon, earplugs shutting out the noise behind him in the restaurant. Red wine sits sour on his tongue, his body sated enough for melancholy.
His phone buzzes; against his better judgment, he digs it out.
You need to come home
Reuben frowns, thumbs a reply:
Why?
Silence stretches. Unwilling to wait any longer, Reuben swipes down and turns on Do Not Disturb.
The sun keeps sinking. It's easier, Reuben thinks, to be a place than a person.
He almost writes that down.
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