Bone Black #9, TARDIS Blue #9

[shadowsong26]

Story: Dawn
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone Black #9. Mourning, TARDIS Blue #9. Maybe that's what the Devil is in the end: an idea.
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, canvas (982 FY), novelty beads (Yearbook), oils, chalk, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mel Artwick
Warnings: References to The Murderer and his crimes and misplaced guilt, references to dehumanization of mages
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.


Mel curled up in the room he'd rented, watching the sky lighten. He hadn't been able to sleep much last night--the whispers he'd heard since arriving here three days before had been bad enough, but today...

Today was the Captain’s birthday. And Mel couldn’t stop thinking about him.

As the rooftops around him shaded from red, to gold, to their everyday colors, he realized with a sick feeling that he wanted him here, looking out for him the way he always had, keeping him safe.

Mel shivered and closed his eyes, waiting for that wish to die.

It didn't.

Comments

[bookblather]

Ouch, poor Mel. Too bad this world has no therapists.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

Yeah. ::hugs him:: Or at least none he has access to.

[clare_dragonfly]

Aww, poor Mel. He needs a hug. And yeah, a therapist.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

Yes, very much so.