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Colour of the day | 28.04.25
Universe: Beschiverse
Story: Of Rusted Hearts And Greased Palms
Colour: colour of the day, 28.04.25 - gloaming
Supplies and styles: miniature, chiaroscuro, photography, life drawing, canvas
Word count: 100
Rating: T
Warnings: mentioned suicide ideation
Story: Of Rusted Hearts And Greased Palms
Colour: colour of the day, 28.04.25 - gloaming
Supplies and styles: miniature, chiaroscuro, photography, life drawing, canvas
Word count: 100
Rating: T
Warnings: mentioned suicide ideation
Gloaming, Faith found the word when she was trying to find something that rhymed with “foaming”. It was one of the hundreds of line she discarded, words furiously scratched.
Words were all she had for three years, after she tried to drink a cup of bleach and her mother wanted her fixed, not dead.
Gloaming, a weirdly nice word for dusk. She found dusk to be a pretty word. Like when the darkness fell and brought the moon and the starts, pretty word for its pretty definition.
The notebook was falling apart, half of these songs were too introspective, personal.