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rainbowfic2024-08-22 11:55 pm
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Vert #5
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Paced and Plotted and Fumed
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Vert #5. When I return,
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire 2024 Day Five: Second Stage), photography, chiaroscuro, brush (dearth), acrylics, charcoal, yarn, novelty beads (hiding/disguised), frame
Word Count: 216
Rating: R
Characters: Tana
Warnings: Referenced war/violence; Tana being Tana.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The first time Keta left Tana alone in the fortress, Tana was relieved. Keta and her sad silences were exhausting; where was her rage at how everything had gone so goddamn wrong? Without her there, Tana could at least start plotting how to fix things without her stupid sister's stupid grief weighing her down.
Or, at least, that was how it felt for the first day. And the second. And a little bit of the third.
Before the silence and the solitude started weighing on her, and the fortress started to feel more like a tomb.
Hell. It probably was one, in the end. Her tomb, and maybe Keta's too, although Keta's face was less known and Keta hadn't participated directly in Kellom's work which ment Keta could come and go and find out what was actually happening in their ruined kingdom.
And maybe Tana could learn to do the same. The memory of her face would fade.
But Tana had never been any good at faking it and she refused to try anyway. Not with this much at stake.
So she paced and she plotted and she fumed in her fortress tomb, until Keta and her stupid sad eyes came back to their grave to wait with her.
Story: Paced and Plotted and Fumed
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Vert #5. When I return,
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire 2024 Day Five: Second Stage), photography, chiaroscuro, brush (dearth), acrylics, charcoal, yarn, novelty beads (hiding/disguised), frame
Word Count: 216
Rating: R
Characters: Tana
Warnings: Referenced war/violence; Tana being Tana.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The first time Keta left Tana alone in the fortress, Tana was relieved. Keta and her sad silences were exhausting; where was her rage at how everything had gone so goddamn wrong? Without her there, Tana could at least start plotting how to fix things without her stupid sister's stupid grief weighing her down.
Or, at least, that was how it felt for the first day. And the second. And a little bit of the third.
Before the silence and the solitude started weighing on her, and the fortress started to feel more like a tomb.
Hell. It probably was one, in the end. Her tomb, and maybe Keta's too, although Keta's face was less known and Keta hadn't participated directly in Kellom's work which ment Keta could come and go and find out what was actually happening in their ruined kingdom.
And maybe Tana could learn to do the same. The memory of her face would fade.
But Tana had never been any good at faking it and she refused to try anyway. Not with this much at stake.
So she paced and she plotted and she fumed in her fortress tomb, until Keta and her stupid sad eyes came back to their grave to wait with her.
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Yuuuup. She and Keta do figure something out, since there are some years between this and her death but. Yeah.
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1) “He who knows all the answers has not been asked all the questions.” ― Confucius