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rainbowfic2012-05-05 12:04 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-05-05 12:04 am
TARDIS Blue #18, Emerald #14, Bone Black #7
Story: Ups and Downs
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: TARDIS Blue #18. Love has never been noted for its rationality., Emerald #14. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it., Bone Black #7. Chill
Supplies and Materials: oils, charcoal, modeling clay, glitter, novelty beads ("Expectation is the root of all heartache." - William Shakespeare)
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Queen Fera, King Kellom
Warnings: Offscreen character death and attempted murder
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Kat requested Fera, so here she is. But with Kellom's icon since I don't have a PB for her.
Heart pounding, Fera pushed open the door of her husband's suite. She only rarely came here--on the rare occasions when Kellom decided they should spend the night together, he always came to her rooms, and they never had achieved the quiet domestic moments that his parents had shared. But she'd heard the commotion and had to see--had to know...
"My lord?" she called, softly.
Kellom looked up, and impatiently waved aside the doctor who was cleaning his arm. "I'm all right."
Encouraged, she took that as permission to approach. "What happened?"
He gave a grim little smile. "Mellir got tired of waiting."
Fera flinched a little--despite ten years of marriage and her husband's (infrequent) visits to her rooms there had been no heir, not even a pregnancy.
"It's not your fault, Fera," Kellom said, clearly catching where her thoughts were going. "This was likely a spur-of-the-moment decision. If he'd planned this in advance, we would have known. Mellir never was able to keep his mouth shut."
She flushed, then caught something in his phrasing. "Was?"
Kellom smiled thinly. "Don't worry about it, Fera."
...You killed him. Your own brother...
To be fair, Mellir had attacked Kellom and the strike back had probably been reflexive, before he even realized who the attacker was, and he was certainly capable of hitting the exact right point for a quick kill, and under the circumstances it wasn't exactly murder, but...
She smiled back. "I just...heard things. I was worried."
"I'm perfectly safe, Fera," Kellom assured her again, but his smile got a hint warmer--or maybe that was her imagination. "Go back to sleep." He started to turn back to the medic, then paused, considering. "I'll come visit you tomorrow night. All right?"
Fera was sure her face turned about seven shades of red. "Yes, my lord," she whispered. "Until tomorrow."
"Until tomorrow," he replied, then turned his focus to more important things.
Fera quietly took herself out of her husband's rooms, feeling that rare, happy little flutter in her stomach. There had been times, over the decade she'd spent as Kellom's consort, when she'd thought seriously about filling her empty life with a special friend, the way her sister-in-law Sola had done regularly since her own husband had died. But even in her most lonely months, Kellom was never cruel--not to her, at least--and then there were moments like these, where he noticed her, and he was...kind. She smiled a little, ghosting back to her own rooms.
Maybe this time, it would last a little longer.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: TARDIS Blue #18. Love has never been noted for its rationality., Emerald #14. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it., Bone Black #7. Chill
Supplies and Materials: oils, charcoal, modeling clay, glitter, novelty beads ("Expectation is the root of all heartache." - William Shakespeare)
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Queen Fera, King Kellom
Warnings: Offscreen character death and attempted murder
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Kat requested Fera, so here she is. But with Kellom's icon since I don't have a PB for her.
Heart pounding, Fera pushed open the door of her husband's suite. She only rarely came here--on the rare occasions when Kellom decided they should spend the night together, he always came to her rooms, and they never had achieved the quiet domestic moments that his parents had shared. But she'd heard the commotion and had to see--had to know...
"My lord?" she called, softly.
Kellom looked up, and impatiently waved aside the doctor who was cleaning his arm. "I'm all right."
Encouraged, she took that as permission to approach. "What happened?"
He gave a grim little smile. "Mellir got tired of waiting."
Fera flinched a little--despite ten years of marriage and her husband's (infrequent) visits to her rooms there had been no heir, not even a pregnancy.
"It's not your fault, Fera," Kellom said, clearly catching where her thoughts were going. "This was likely a spur-of-the-moment decision. If he'd planned this in advance, we would have known. Mellir never was able to keep his mouth shut."
She flushed, then caught something in his phrasing. "Was?"
Kellom smiled thinly. "Don't worry about it, Fera."
...You killed him. Your own brother...
To be fair, Mellir had attacked Kellom and the strike back had probably been reflexive, before he even realized who the attacker was, and he was certainly capable of hitting the exact right point for a quick kill, and under the circumstances it wasn't exactly murder, but...
She smiled back. "I just...heard things. I was worried."
"I'm perfectly safe, Fera," Kellom assured her again, but his smile got a hint warmer--or maybe that was her imagination. "Go back to sleep." He started to turn back to the medic, then paused, considering. "I'll come visit you tomorrow night. All right?"
Fera was sure her face turned about seven shades of red. "Yes, my lord," she whispered. "Until tomorrow."
"Until tomorrow," he replied, then turned his focus to more important things.
Fera quietly took herself out of her husband's rooms, feeling that rare, happy little flutter in her stomach. There had been times, over the decade she'd spent as Kellom's consort, when she'd thought seriously about filling her empty life with a special friend, the way her sister-in-law Sola had done regularly since her own husband had died. But even in her most lonely months, Kellom was never cruel--not to her, at least--and then there were moments like these, where he noticed her, and he was...kind. She smiled a little, ghosting back to her own rooms.
Maybe this time, it would last a little longer.
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I really like these characters. I'm going to go back and read past pieces when I have time. :)
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Fera's actually right about how Kellom killed Mellir--he woke up in the dark with someone coming at him with a knife, and responded before he knew who the attacker was. Not that he would have stopped if he did know, but...still.
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