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Vert #25
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Thinking of Him
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Vert #25. "Hope" is a thing with feathers
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire 2024 Day Seven: Second Stage), photography, life drawing, postcard, brush (attenuate), novelty beads ("And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?/For me it happens all the time." Need You Now, Lady Antebellum)
Word Count: 187
Rating: PG
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Unrequited love, references to war/slavery.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
This wasn't the first time Mel had become attached to someone who didn't feel the same way--either because that someone favored women or because he just didn't favor Mel. And he knew, from experience, that time would help him get past the hurt.
But time hadn't helped yet. And as he sat in his tent in the siege camp, outside the city where he'd been held captive for so long, all he could think about was his desert prince, with his crooked smile and burning optimism, even as his internal flame guttered lower and lower.
Isshiri was safe home in Glass now, and--probably not thinking of Mel, or at least not thinking of him in the same way.
Perhaps, someday, they'd see one another again. Mel could hope for that, he thought. Even if he wasn't sure whether he wanted that to be soon, or for it to be years from now, after he'd had that time he needed.
For now, though, while he waited for time to ease his heartache, he kept mostly to himself, watched over the city and the army, and thought of him.
Story: Thinking of Him
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Vert #25. "Hope" is a thing with feathers
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire 2024 Day Seven: Second Stage), photography, life drawing, postcard, brush (attenuate), novelty beads ("And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?/For me it happens all the time." Need You Now, Lady Antebellum)
Word Count: 187
Rating: PG
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Unrequited love, references to war/slavery.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
This wasn't the first time Mel had become attached to someone who didn't feel the same way--either because that someone favored women or because he just didn't favor Mel. And he knew, from experience, that time would help him get past the hurt.
But time hadn't helped yet. And as he sat in his tent in the siege camp, outside the city where he'd been held captive for so long, all he could think about was his desert prince, with his crooked smile and burning optimism, even as his internal flame guttered lower and lower.
Isshiri was safe home in Glass now, and--probably not thinking of Mel, or at least not thinking of him in the same way.
Perhaps, someday, they'd see one another again. Mel could hope for that, he thought. Even if he wasn't sure whether he wanted that to be soon, or for it to be years from now, after he'd had that time he needed.
For now, though, while he waited for time to ease his heartache, he kept mostly to himself, watched over the city and the army, and thought of him.