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Warm Light #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Signature
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Warm Light #13. You're thinking about how someone died that day, the you that was so carefully planned
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Two: Village Stage), photography, eraser (in SPACE AU), stickers ("The Maldives has had the highest national divorce rate in the world for many decades."), novelty beads (“You are not a failure, you know,” he said, “simply because you can’t endure something unendurable.” ― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength),
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera
Warnings: Referenced incest/adultery.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Been a while since I've written something in this storyline!
By the time the divorce papers were ready, Fera felt like she'd gone through all five stages of grief and then some.
Kellom had given her everything she asked for, which she supposed was probably the least he could do. He hadn't asked her to sign any kind of confidentiality agreement, but he didn't need to. Maybe he knew that.
Because admitting why and how he had destroyed their marriage, apart from feeding the public's appetite for scandal, would have hurt her (ex?)nephew more than anyone else, and that poor kid had more than enough to deal with as it was.
With the papers sitting in front of her, just waiting for her signature, she felt--disappointed, more than anything. That everything she'd hoped for, and everything she'd accepted she'd have to live with when she walked down that aisle to marry a prominent politician's perfect eldest son, had come to this. A few hundred pages of a legal document, already reviewed by her lawyer, more or less in line with their prenup but a little more generous to her than that required. All in order, just waiting for her signature.
She closed her eyes, and allowed herself a moment to wish that her love and her hopes and found a better place to land; that she wasn't now in the position of having to sign away several years of her life, in-laws she was fond of, and a husband who some part of her still loved, just a little bit.
Maybe someday she'd be able to let that go, too.
She took a breath, opened her eyes, picked up her pen, and signed.
Story: Signature
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Warm Light #13. You're thinking about how someone died that day, the you that was so carefully planned
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Two: Village Stage), photography, eraser (in SPACE AU), stickers ("The Maldives has had the highest national divorce rate in the world for many decades."), novelty beads (“You are not a failure, you know,” he said, “simply because you can’t endure something unendurable.” ― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Strength),
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera
Warnings: Referenced incest/adultery.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Been a while since I've written something in this storyline!
By the time the divorce papers were ready, Fera felt like she'd gone through all five stages of grief and then some.
Kellom had given her everything she asked for, which she supposed was probably the least he could do. He hadn't asked her to sign any kind of confidentiality agreement, but he didn't need to. Maybe he knew that.
Because admitting why and how he had destroyed their marriage, apart from feeding the public's appetite for scandal, would have hurt her (ex?)nephew more than anyone else, and that poor kid had more than enough to deal with as it was.
With the papers sitting in front of her, just waiting for her signature, she felt--disappointed, more than anything. That everything she'd hoped for, and everything she'd accepted she'd have to live with when she walked down that aisle to marry a prominent politician's perfect eldest son, had come to this. A few hundred pages of a legal document, already reviewed by her lawyer, more or less in line with their prenup but a little more generous to her than that required. All in order, just waiting for her signature.
She closed her eyes, and allowed herself a moment to wish that her love and her hopes and found a better place to land; that she wasn't now in the position of having to sign away several years of her life, in-laws she was fond of, and a husband who some part of her still loved, just a little bit.
Maybe someday she'd be able to let that go, too.
She took a breath, opened her eyes, picked up her pen, and signed.
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1. Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard/Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours/We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part/You know we’re superstars, we are who we are! - "We Are Who We Are", Ke$ha
2. "Bad Things", Jace Everett; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuC_oxPvtts
3. https://i.pinimg.com/564x/24/c8/57/24c8575cb3d9c2cf951e0d97de4245cd.jpg
4. https://64.media.tumblr.com/7403a09d752f63031101009339d0f229/cddb7f4e711826f9-1f/s540x810/8ffbd17fdb75c925b8fb2556dda0d9f03301c13c.gifv