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rainbowfic2012-08-03 08:11 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-03 08:11 pm
Heart Gold #28, Lawn Green #8, Sapphire #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Arrival in The North
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Heart Gold #28. Love builds bridges where there are none. - R.H. Delaney, Lawn Green #8. sunny skies, Sapphire #13. sunstone
Supplies and Materials: photography, frame (991 FY), pastels (my current gen + romance card N4 "test/exam"), novelty beads, chalk
Word Count: 142
Rating: G
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It's summer again when they reach Dallu's home. Taz hasn't seen a sunset in days. The light is overwhelming and disconcerting and everything is clear and white and cold.
There's a flash across the bow of the small boat they have now—such a little thing, just enough for the two of them and their supplies.
Taz half-watches Dallu's response--a return flash of light and a whispered conversation--resting her hand on the cool wood. The depth and coldness and ever-presence of the water surrounding her are almost as disorienting as the never-ending sun.
Dallu's hand rests on her shoulder--comfortingly warm--and she looks up at him. Prove that I belong here. She kisses him, soft and tender, and in a moment the air feels lighter around them.
They pass through the gates in the ice into another world.
Story: Arrival in The North
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Heart Gold #28. Love builds bridges where there are none. - R.H. Delaney, Lawn Green #8. sunny skies, Sapphire #13. sunstone
Supplies and Materials: photography, frame (991 FY), pastels (my current gen + romance card N4 "test/exam"), novelty beads, chalk
Word Count: 142
Rating: G
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It's summer again when they reach Dallu's home. Taz hasn't seen a sunset in days. The light is overwhelming and disconcerting and everything is clear and white and cold.
There's a flash across the bow of the small boat they have now—such a little thing, just enough for the two of them and their supplies.
Taz half-watches Dallu's response--a return flash of light and a whispered conversation--resting her hand on the cool wood. The depth and coldness and ever-presence of the water surrounding her are almost as disorienting as the never-ending sun.
Dallu's hand rests on her shoulder--comfortingly warm--and she looks up at him. Prove that I belong here. She kisses him, soft and tender, and in a moment the air feels lighter around them.
They pass through the gates in the ice into another world.