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rainbowfic2012-08-06 11:44 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-06 11:44 am
Royal Purple #3, Eisenhower Green #18, Lawn Green #15
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Artwick Defector
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Royal Purple #3. God gives to whom He wishes., Eisenhower Green #18. profanity cheapens the soul and weakens the mind, Lawn Green #15. flip-flops
Supplies and Materials: photography, tapestry (Royal Purple and eraser), eraser (Incest AU), novelty beads, fabric, yarn, glitter ("The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." – Mahatma Gandhi), glue ("your actions speak the truth in a way that cannot be misinterpreted.")
Word Count: 146
Rating: R
Characters: Mel, Riluke
Warnings: References to character death and enslavement
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It was easy to blame him.
From what bits and pieces Captain Taz had been able to get from him, and the information in the Queen's letters, he'd planned and managed the botched, premature escape attempt. If he'd handled it differently, planned better, moved on a different day, her cousin might still be alive.
But if he hadn't...
Isshiri would still be trapped in that hell.
But alive.
But trapped.
Riluke watched him, doing her best to shut down the stream of profanity and unpleasant, misplaced vengeance running through her mind. It wouldn't bring Isshiri back. And it wasn't really his fault.
Besides, he'd at least given Isshiri someone to talk to while he was there. A friend.
No one else in the Islands would have him. And it wasn't his fault. So she opened her home to him.
It was hard to blame him now.
Story: The Artwick Defector
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Royal Purple #3. God gives to whom He wishes., Eisenhower Green #18. profanity cheapens the soul and weakens the mind, Lawn Green #15. flip-flops
Supplies and Materials: photography, tapestry (Royal Purple and eraser), eraser (Incest AU), novelty beads, fabric, yarn, glitter ("The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." – Mahatma Gandhi), glue ("your actions speak the truth in a way that cannot be misinterpreted.")
Word Count: 146
Rating: R
Characters: Mel, Riluke
Warnings: References to character death and enslavement
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It was easy to blame him.
From what bits and pieces Captain Taz had been able to get from him, and the information in the Queen's letters, he'd planned and managed the botched, premature escape attempt. If he'd handled it differently, planned better, moved on a different day, her cousin might still be alive.
But if he hadn't...
Isshiri would still be trapped in that hell.
But alive.
But trapped.
Riluke watched him, doing her best to shut down the stream of profanity and unpleasant, misplaced vengeance running through her mind. It wouldn't bring Isshiri back. And it wasn't really his fault.
Besides, he'd at least given Isshiri someone to talk to while he was there. A friend.
No one else in the Islands would have him. And it wasn't his fault. So she opened her home to him.
It was hard to blame him now.
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Riluke is pretty great.
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