shadowsong26 (
shadowsong26) wrote in
rainbowfic2012-08-08 08:39 pm
Sapphire #14, Lawn Green #1, Heart Gold #16
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Yes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sapphire #14. moonstone, Lawn Green #1. summer nights, Heart Gold #16. Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh
Supplies and Materials: miniature, canvas (971 FY), brush (aught), pastels (my current gen + romance card B1 "being right"), chalk, seed beads, novetly beads ("Red sky at night, sailors delight; red sky in morning, sailors warning")
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Deshell and Fesha
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Fesha could hear the cicadas singing all around them. The sunset was blending in with the moonrise for the shortest night of the year. She leaned comfortably against Deshell, his chin on the top of her head, their hands twined together.
"Fesha?"
"Mm?" She tilted her head back at him, meeting his eyes upside-down with drowsy contentment.
"Would you like to get married?"
She blinked, caught a little off-guard--he’d never even hinted he was going to ask--then smiled. The quiet night, the red-gold shaded moon, the simplicity of the proposal--all of it was perfect. Especially him.
"Yes."
Story: Yes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sapphire #14. moonstone, Lawn Green #1. summer nights, Heart Gold #16. Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh
Supplies and Materials: miniature, canvas (971 FY), brush (aught), pastels (my current gen + romance card B1 "being right"), chalk, seed beads, novetly beads ("Red sky at night, sailors delight; red sky in morning, sailors warning")
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Deshell and Fesha
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Fesha could hear the cicadas singing all around them. The sunset was blending in with the moonrise for the shortest night of the year. She leaned comfortably against Deshell, his chin on the top of her head, their hands twined together.
"Fesha?"
"Mm?" She tilted her head back at him, meeting his eyes upside-down with drowsy contentment.
"Would you like to get married?"
She blinked, caught a little off-guard--he’d never even hinted he was going to ask--then smiled. The quiet night, the red-gold shaded moon, the simplicity of the proposal--all of it was perfect. Especially him.
"Yes."

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