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Vert #10, Metallic Gold #5
Name: shadowsong26
Story: whispers in the dark
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Vert #10. And all we can do now is hope, Metallic Gold #5. education
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Three: Second Stage), chiaroscuro, life drawing, calendar page, novelty beads ("Life is for the living,/The forgiven and for leaving town alive." - Leaving Town Alive, Bethany Joy Lenz), beading wire
Word Count: 225
Rating: R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Slavery
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
there were whispers in the dark. in the cells, in stolen moments outside at work. other captives, plotting ways to run, or to fight.
sometimes, mel heard whispers about people who had made it out of the city; broken their collars; disappeared into something other than death.
for a long time, there weren't any whispers about what happened to them, the ones that made it out, but it didn't matter. it was enough that they had gotten away.
he listened to the whispers, and said nothing. he didn't plan on doing anything with what he heard, not then, but he listened. it was--nice, sometimes, after a harder day, to hear the fragile, defiant hope underneath the voices.
and then the whispers spoke of a ship, on the river--if you could get that far, if you could make it, you'd be safe and free.
and then isshiri came, a spark of light into his life, illuminating the path laid out over years by the whispers.
for the first time in a long time, mel began to see a way forward, to draw a map down that path, out to the river and whatever lay beyond.
and, maybe, if things went right--if he made it, if he got isshiri out--maybe he could find his way back.
maybe he could become another lifeline--something whispered in the dark.
Story: whispers in the dark
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Vert #10. And all we can do now is hope, Metallic Gold #5. education
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Three: Second Stage), chiaroscuro, life drawing, calendar page, novelty beads ("Life is for the living,/The forgiven and for leaving town alive." - Leaving Town Alive, Bethany Joy Lenz), beading wire
Word Count: 225
Rating: R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Slavery
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
there were whispers in the dark. in the cells, in stolen moments outside at work. other captives, plotting ways to run, or to fight.
sometimes, mel heard whispers about people who had made it out of the city; broken their collars; disappeared into something other than death.
for a long time, there weren't any whispers about what happened to them, the ones that made it out, but it didn't matter. it was enough that they had gotten away.
he listened to the whispers, and said nothing. he didn't plan on doing anything with what he heard, not then, but he listened. it was--nice, sometimes, after a harder day, to hear the fragile, defiant hope underneath the voices.
and then the whispers spoke of a ship, on the river--if you could get that far, if you could make it, you'd be safe and free.
and then isshiri came, a spark of light into his life, illuminating the path laid out over years by the whispers.
for the first time in a long time, mel began to see a way forward, to draw a map down that path, out to the river and whatever lay beyond.
and, maybe, if things went right--if he made it, if he got isshiri out--maybe he could find his way back.
maybe he could become another lifeline--something whispered in the dark.
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I don't know the broader context here, but I really like this little piece, it really gives a good feeling for the situation, of holding onto hope in the face of darkness and oppression. Thanks for sharing!
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1) massage
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Yeah the lowercase just...felt Necessary here.
(also i love you too lol)