thisbluespirit (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thisbluespirit) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2024-10-01 09:01 pm
thisbluespirit) wrote in rainbowfic2024-10-01 09:01 pm
Beet Red #8; Light Black #14 [Starfall]
Name: Unanswerable
Story: Starfall
Colors: Beet Red #8 (What can't be cured); Light Black #14 (Return)
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (also forno_true_pair prompt "September Twenty-Five: Viyony & Reohr - old emotions")
Word Count: 883
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: 1313, Kalna, nr. Portcallan; Viyony Eseray, Karpeldis Reohrsyn. Follows on immediately from the previous two piece.
Summary: Viyony has words with her father.
"Father! How could you?" Viyony caught Reohr as he walked in through the gateway. She crunched to a halt on the gravel; arms folded, blocking his path through the inn's courtyard.
Reohr blinked. "How could I, ah, what?"
"Poison Leion! And then you ran off to collect more things and left him behind! He could have died!"
Reohr held up a hand. "Viyony. Please. He's not worse, is he?"
"No," she said, shifting her ground; reluctant to concede so much. "He's quite a lot better this morning, but that isn't the point!"
Reohr patted her shoulder. "May I go inside and have a hot drink first? I cut the trip short to come back, and it's all been rather wearisome. After that, I will be happy to reassure you that I left Valerno in no danger, and with help on hand should he need it."
"What if something had gone wrong? What then?" Viyony added, picking up her pace to match his as he tried to hurry on by towards the inn. "What would his family have done? His mother is a High Justice, you know—and his stepfather is some sort of advisor to the High Council. I don't think they'd have been exactly pleased about it."
Reohr sighed and hung back from moving past her. He put an arm around her, squeezing her gently. He smelt of the sea. "Viyony. I would never have gone if he'd been in any real danger. Even as it was, I made sure he would be taken care of, not to mention sending you for the medicine, just to be on the safe side."
Viyony swallowed. "Well, it was an awful shock to get the message. And he wasn't all right when I got here last night. He didn't even know I was there."
"Then I am very sorry," said Reohr. He hesitated, then tugged her gently away from the inn's front entrance, along the gravel path around the building. "I told you that I'll be going to Lialia after I've finished here, didn't I? Of course, I will see Imoren."
"Of course." Viyony kept her tone as even as possible, but she looked ahead, not at Reohr.
"Is there anything you want me to tell him?"
She raised her chin. "I think we've already made arrangements for everything. Unless he wants to bring the wedding forward?"
"I don't believe so," said Reohr. "And Leion?"
"Is nothing to do with any of this." Viyony pulled away from him. "Don't you start sounding like Mother! Leion's been helping me with all sorts of things—like finding that warehouse—that's all, but she wants to make some impossible happy ending out of it."
"Nevertheless, your mother and I have been thinking since you left—and if anything has changed, well, we might have one or two ideas."
"It's too late for that," Viyony snapped. "Honestly, even if I were interested in Leion, what could we do to get out of this that wouldn't absolutely ruin Eseray and our reputation into the bargain?"
"Even so," said Reohr. He laid a hand on her arm, drawing her in. "We might be able to renegotiate with Imoren—if something had changed to alter the original agreement. A new attachment would be something, quite specifically."
"Nothing has changed!" Viyony stepped back. "Father! Even if it had—even if that were true, it wouldn't be any good. There would always, always be the dreams. Besides, it's ridiculous -what would someone like Leion ever find to do in Eseray?"
Reohr coughed. "If it's relevant—and don't bite my head off again, please—that's something you should ask him, not me."
"Well, it's not." Viyony shook herself. "You mustn't listen to mother about this sort of thing. It's pointless anyway—Leion isn't serious about me. I don't know if he's serious about anything."
Reohr drew back. Viyony turned her head away to avoid his gaze. "I'm sorry. Your mother wondered—and forgive me, because she insisted I ask you – if what happened before, with Guileot, might be the real root of the problem."
Viyony rolled her eyes. "She would!"
"Well," said her father neutrally. "I daresay you know best. But I am saying, we think this tangle could be unravelled yet, if we try now. Later—I fear that would be much harder."
"I know you mean well—both of you, but -" Her voice broke. "I don't care about Guileot—Leion, even. They don't matter, besides the dreams. If I can't save Eseray, I don't know what will happen. I might go mad—die, even. It's already too late."
Reohr gave a small nod. Viyony risked a look up at him, and his face was creased in concern, but he kissed her head and gave her a light pat on the back. "All right. Let me go inside and sort myself out, and then I'll see how Valerno's getting along. I won't say anything more, don't worry."
"Thank you."
"But if you change your mind," said Reohr, "you tell me before I leave. Yes?"
Viyony nodded. She watched him walk away. Her jaw clenched; her hands balled into fists. She had nothing more to say. The deal was already done and she was not going to be the one to renege on it.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Beet Red #8 (What can't be cured); Light Black #14 (Return)
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (also for
no_true_pair prompt "September Twenty-Five: Viyony & Reohr - old emotions")Word Count: 883
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: 1313, Kalna, nr. Portcallan; Viyony Eseray, Karpeldis Reohrsyn. Follows on immediately from the previous two piece.
Summary: Viyony has words with her father.
"Father! How could you?" Viyony caught Reohr as he walked in through the gateway. She crunched to a halt on the gravel; arms folded, blocking his path through the inn's courtyard.
Reohr blinked. "How could I, ah, what?"
"Poison Leion! And then you ran off to collect more things and left him behind! He could have died!"
Reohr held up a hand. "Viyony. Please. He's not worse, is he?"
"No," she said, shifting her ground; reluctant to concede so much. "He's quite a lot better this morning, but that isn't the point!"
Reohr patted her shoulder. "May I go inside and have a hot drink first? I cut the trip short to come back, and it's all been rather wearisome. After that, I will be happy to reassure you that I left Valerno in no danger, and with help on hand should he need it."
"What if something had gone wrong? What then?" Viyony added, picking up her pace to match his as he tried to hurry on by towards the inn. "What would his family have done? His mother is a High Justice, you know—and his stepfather is some sort of advisor to the High Council. I don't think they'd have been exactly pleased about it."
Reohr sighed and hung back from moving past her. He put an arm around her, squeezing her gently. He smelt of the sea. "Viyony. I would never have gone if he'd been in any real danger. Even as it was, I made sure he would be taken care of, not to mention sending you for the medicine, just to be on the safe side."
Viyony swallowed. "Well, it was an awful shock to get the message. And he wasn't all right when I got here last night. He didn't even know I was there."
"Then I am very sorry," said Reohr. He hesitated, then tugged her gently away from the inn's front entrance, along the gravel path around the building. "I told you that I'll be going to Lialia after I've finished here, didn't I? Of course, I will see Imoren."
"Of course." Viyony kept her tone as even as possible, but she looked ahead, not at Reohr.
"Is there anything you want me to tell him?"
She raised her chin. "I think we've already made arrangements for everything. Unless he wants to bring the wedding forward?"
"I don't believe so," said Reohr. "And Leion?"
"Is nothing to do with any of this." Viyony pulled away from him. "Don't you start sounding like Mother! Leion's been helping me with all sorts of things—like finding that warehouse—that's all, but she wants to make some impossible happy ending out of it."
"Nevertheless, your mother and I have been thinking since you left—and if anything has changed, well, we might have one or two ideas."
"It's too late for that," Viyony snapped. "Honestly, even if I were interested in Leion, what could we do to get out of this that wouldn't absolutely ruin Eseray and our reputation into the bargain?"
"Even so," said Reohr. He laid a hand on her arm, drawing her in. "We might be able to renegotiate with Imoren—if something had changed to alter the original agreement. A new attachment would be something, quite specifically."
"Nothing has changed!" Viyony stepped back. "Father! Even if it had—even if that were true, it wouldn't be any good. There would always, always be the dreams. Besides, it's ridiculous -what would someone like Leion ever find to do in Eseray?"
Reohr coughed. "If it's relevant—and don't bite my head off again, please—that's something you should ask him, not me."
"Well, it's not." Viyony shook herself. "You mustn't listen to mother about this sort of thing. It's pointless anyway—Leion isn't serious about me. I don't know if he's serious about anything."
Reohr drew back. Viyony turned her head away to avoid his gaze. "I'm sorry. Your mother wondered—and forgive me, because she insisted I ask you – if what happened before, with Guileot, might be the real root of the problem."
Viyony rolled her eyes. "She would!"
"Well," said her father neutrally. "I daresay you know best. But I am saying, we think this tangle could be unravelled yet, if we try now. Later—I fear that would be much harder."
"I know you mean well—both of you, but -" Her voice broke. "I don't care about Guileot—Leion, even. They don't matter, besides the dreams. If I can't save Eseray, I don't know what will happen. I might go mad—die, even. It's already too late."
Reohr gave a small nod. Viyony risked a look up at him, and his face was creased in concern, but he kissed her head and gave her a light pat on the back. "All right. Let me go inside and sort myself out, and then I'll see how Valerno's getting along. I won't say anything more, don't worry."
"Thank you."
"But if you change your mind," said Reohr, "you tell me before I leave. Yes?"
Viyony nodded. She watched him walk away. Her jaw clenched; her hands balled into fists. She had nothing more to say. The deal was already done and she was not going to be the one to renege on it.
no subject
Pst! Beta note: You mustn't listen to mother about this sort of this.
I don't think that second 'this' is correct as I cannot parse the sentence!
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject