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rainbowfic2012-04-18 11:31 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-04-18 11:31 pm
Lotus #12, Emerald #3, Daffodil #9
Story: Homecoming
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Lotus #12. Refuge, Emerald #3. If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals., Daffodil #9. baby animals
Supplies and Materials: seed beads, canvas (984 FY), feathers, novelty beads (“Well, I always had the last words. And they were always ‘Yes, dear’.”), glue ("You're eager to start a new project today...Everything is about to change; just be ready to go along for the ride if you are invited.")
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG
Characters: Chief Inspector Deshell, Fesha
Warnings: References to the events of Good Cop, Bad Cop
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place about a month after Good Cop, Bad Cop.
Fesha waited until she'd gotten the boys fed and settled in the main room with a board game before dragging her husband into the hallway to get an explanation.
"You could have mentioned him."
At least Deshell had the grace to look somewhat sheepish. "When I wrote to tell you I'd be delayed, I hadn't met him yet."
"You had three weeks to write a second letter," Fesha pointed out dryly. She loved her husband dearly--he was kind and brave and an amazing father, but there were times when he just didn't think.
"...Ah. Yes. I...should have done that."
"Yes. Yes, you should have." She glanced out at the boys. Ledam and Ensill were arguing over who got to use the dog-shaped piece, as usual. The newcomer--Selmid, Deshell had said his name was--was watching them, curled up a slight distance away, having already chosen his piece with no arguments from the others.
Deshell watched them as well, awkwardly reaching for her hand.
She sidestepped for now. She hadn't quite forgiven him yet. "If you'd written me, I could have had things set up for him. And you still haven't told me why you brought him home."
Deshell let out a long slow breath. "You remember the case I worked five years ago?"
She blinked. There could only be one he meant--he still devoted an entire room of their house to it. "Of course I do."
"He was in Asendar."
Her eyes widened. "You're sure? How do--how can you be sure?"
"There were bodies, like the ones here. They were metal-mages." He paused.
She broke into the silence. "What does that have to do with your little friend?"
"He saw one."
She jerked a little, and stared at the child. "My gods..."
"He couldn't describe him, but he'd know him if he heard him again. And...well, we don't know what kind of sources he might have, if he even knows he was seen. If he does..."
"He'll come after that poor child."
Deshell nodded. "I couldn't think of a better place for him than here. Ledam and Ensill are around his age, and...if I can keep anyone safe, it's my family."
"No, of course, I understand." She let him take her hand now. "Have you thought of what to tell the boys, or the neighbors? Probably telling them the truth is too big a risk."
"I thought I'd make up some distant cousins in Asendar. Something happened to them, and I was their only locatable living kin, so their son went to me."
Fesha considered this, then nodded. "I'll make up a bed for him." She stood on her toes to kiss her husband's cheek. "You should go play with them. Take the dog, so Ledam and Ensill stop fighting."
"Yes, dear," he said, smiling, then dropped her hand to go join the boys.
Yes, there were times--incredibly infuriating times--where Deshell didn't think. But when it really mattered, he always knew exactly what was needed.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Lotus #12. Refuge, Emerald #3. If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals., Daffodil #9. baby animals
Supplies and Materials: seed beads, canvas (984 FY), feathers, novelty beads (“Well, I always had the last words. And they were always ‘Yes, dear’.”), glue ("You're eager to start a new project today...Everything is about to change; just be ready to go along for the ride if you are invited.")
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG
Characters: Chief Inspector Deshell, Fesha
Warnings: References to the events of Good Cop, Bad Cop
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place about a month after Good Cop, Bad Cop.
Fesha waited until she'd gotten the boys fed and settled in the main room with a board game before dragging her husband into the hallway to get an explanation.
"You could have mentioned him."
At least Deshell had the grace to look somewhat sheepish. "When I wrote to tell you I'd be delayed, I hadn't met him yet."
"You had three weeks to write a second letter," Fesha pointed out dryly. She loved her husband dearly--he was kind and brave and an amazing father, but there were times when he just didn't think.
"...Ah. Yes. I...should have done that."
"Yes. Yes, you should have." She glanced out at the boys. Ledam and Ensill were arguing over who got to use the dog-shaped piece, as usual. The newcomer--Selmid, Deshell had said his name was--was watching them, curled up a slight distance away, having already chosen his piece with no arguments from the others.
Deshell watched them as well, awkwardly reaching for her hand.
She sidestepped for now. She hadn't quite forgiven him yet. "If you'd written me, I could have had things set up for him. And you still haven't told me why you brought him home."
Deshell let out a long slow breath. "You remember the case I worked five years ago?"
She blinked. There could only be one he meant--he still devoted an entire room of their house to it. "Of course I do."
"He was in Asendar."
Her eyes widened. "You're sure? How do--how can you be sure?"
"There were bodies, like the ones here. They were metal-mages." He paused.
She broke into the silence. "What does that have to do with your little friend?"
"He saw one."
She jerked a little, and stared at the child. "My gods..."
"He couldn't describe him, but he'd know him if he heard him again. And...well, we don't know what kind of sources he might have, if he even knows he was seen. If he does..."
"He'll come after that poor child."
Deshell nodded. "I couldn't think of a better place for him than here. Ledam and Ensill are around his age, and...if I can keep anyone safe, it's my family."
"No, of course, I understand." She let him take her hand now. "Have you thought of what to tell the boys, or the neighbors? Probably telling them the truth is too big a risk."
"I thought I'd make up some distant cousins in Asendar. Something happened to them, and I was their only locatable living kin, so their son went to me."
Fesha considered this, then nodded. "I'll make up a bed for him." She stood on her toes to kiss her husband's cheek. "You should go play with them. Take the dog, so Ledam and Ensill stop fighting."
"Yes, dear," he said, smiling, then dropped her hand to go join the boys.
Yes, there were times--incredibly infuriating times--where Deshell didn't think. But when it really mattered, he always knew exactly what was needed.