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rainbowfic2012-06-06 12:58 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-06-06 12:58 am
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: dogwood rose,
- color: eisenhower green,
- color: royal purple,
- story: feredar,
- style: tapestry,
- supply: acrylic,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: charcoal,
- supply: eraser,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: modeling clay,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: oils
Eisenhower Green #13, Royal Purple #7, Dogwood Rose #4
Story: The True King
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Eisenhower Green #13. did he just turn into a bat puppet?, Royal Purple #7. God and my right shall me defend., Dogwood Rose #4. pink: "please believe me"
Supplies and Materials: tapestry (Royal Purple and Eraser), eraser (incest AU), acrylic, oils, feathers, modeling clay, charcoal, chalk, glitter, novelty beads ("Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in." -- Mark Twain)
Word Count: 365
Rating: R
Characters: Princess Tana, Prince Sorell
Warnings: War, references to incest, references to major character death, brief reference to suicide.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The baby had been sleeping for most of the flight from the city. Tana supposed she should be grateful for that--he was barely six months old, and it was not at all guaranteed. Particularly with all the fire and screaming and death around them.
She hadn't believed Kellom--her Kellom--had been killed. Killed by a stupid water-freak, who had taken himself along with her beloved brother and deprived her of the privilege of tearing him to pieces.
Not until they'd brought the body back and she'd seen him.
"Who's there?" A weary, guarded soldier had stopped her.
Damn it.
She wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to throw it in his face. But baby Sorell--Kellom had insisted she name him after Daddy, and she didn't care one way or another--wasn't legally Kellom's son, and even though stupid Andrell was a traitor and probably taking the crown from her Kellom's cold dead head right this moment when someone should be tearing him to pieces...
Legally, Sorell was only her son. Which meant all her big sisters and their children had to come before him.
It just wasn't fair.
So she lied, and hated herself for it.
"My name's Lera. Please let me by, I have to get to my family..."
"Who's that?" He pointed at her son. Pointed, so rudely, at the true King of Feredar.
She swallowed the bile she longed to spit at him. "My daughter's favorite doll," she lied. "It was the only thing I could grab when the house caught fire..."
"Where's your daughter now?"
"Sh-she went ahead, with my sister, I w-wanted to wait for my husband--" Convincingly, she hoped, she let her lower lip tremble.
Luckily, the soldier either lacked the patience or the knowledge or was just embarrassed by a crying woman cradling a doll like it was her baby--thank all the gods Sorell's being quiet!--and stepped aside. "Careful, some of the streets aren't safe."
She refused to thank him, just nodded, sniffling, and took off.
As she passed through a shattered part of the wall that had once protected her city and all the family she'd ever cared about, she whispered a promise to her son.
Someday, we'll be back.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Eisenhower Green #13. did he just turn into a bat puppet?, Royal Purple #7. God and my right shall me defend., Dogwood Rose #4. pink: "please believe me"
Supplies and Materials: tapestry (Royal Purple and Eraser), eraser (incest AU), acrylic, oils, feathers, modeling clay, charcoal, chalk, glitter, novelty beads ("Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in." -- Mark Twain)
Word Count: 365
Rating: R
Characters: Princess Tana, Prince Sorell
Warnings: War, references to incest, references to major character death, brief reference to suicide.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The baby had been sleeping for most of the flight from the city. Tana supposed she should be grateful for that--he was barely six months old, and it was not at all guaranteed. Particularly with all the fire and screaming and death around them.
She hadn't believed Kellom--her Kellom--had been killed. Killed by a stupid water-freak, who had taken himself along with her beloved brother and deprived her of the privilege of tearing him to pieces.
Not until they'd brought the body back and she'd seen him.
"Who's there?" A weary, guarded soldier had stopped her.
Damn it.
She wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to throw it in his face. But baby Sorell--Kellom had insisted she name him after Daddy, and she didn't care one way or another--wasn't legally Kellom's son, and even though stupid Andrell was a traitor and probably taking the crown from her Kellom's cold dead head right this moment when someone should be tearing him to pieces...
Legally, Sorell was only her son. Which meant all her big sisters and their children had to come before him.
It just wasn't fair.
So she lied, and hated herself for it.
"My name's Lera. Please let me by, I have to get to my family..."
"Who's that?" He pointed at her son. Pointed, so rudely, at the true King of Feredar.
She swallowed the bile she longed to spit at him. "My daughter's favorite doll," she lied. "It was the only thing I could grab when the house caught fire..."
"Where's your daughter now?"
"Sh-she went ahead, with my sister, I w-wanted to wait for my husband--" Convincingly, she hoped, she let her lower lip tremble.
Luckily, the soldier either lacked the patience or the knowledge or was just embarrassed by a crying woman cradling a doll like it was her baby--thank all the gods Sorell's being quiet!--and stepped aside. "Careful, some of the streets aren't safe."
She refused to thank him, just nodded, sniffling, and took off.
As she passed through a shattered part of the wall that had once protected her city and all the family she'd ever cared about, she whispered a promise to her son.
Someday, we'll be back.
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Yeah, she'll be back. With her son.
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She definitely will be, later in this AU.
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Yes, indeed. All of the trouble.
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