Faded Blue 4: something of yourself

[bookblather]

Author: Kat
Title: something of yourself
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Faded blue 4 (And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?).
Supplies and Materials: Pointillism, novelty beads (Simple subtraction), oils (slings and arrows), stain (“There’s one thing worse than having a family. Not having one.” - Hanne Holm), eraser feathers (Your character loses something important), modeling clay (sky), yarn (falling star), stained glass.
Word Count: 212
Rating: PG.
Summary: The blonde announcer pats her hair and assumes a properly somber look.
Warnings: character death.
Notes: Follows Blur. Up until I wrote this, I didn't know if Miranda survived or not.


The announcer pats her hair, picks up her microphone and assumes a properly somber look, as the cameraman rolls tape.


They were all with her at the end, standing or sitting around her bed: when the montiers flatlined, no one moved.


"Miranda Hennessy died this morning in a Los Angeles hospital after being attacked yesterday by an unknown assailant."


The crash cart chases them out, but they all know what's happened-- they all knew it was coming.


"Police are requesting that anyone present at the attack come forward for interviews."


Peter, who hasn't slept or left the television since he heard, slumps onto his desk and moans, soft and low.


"The Hennessy family has not yet issued a statement, but we expect one later today."


Jack cries without sound, shaking on Felix's shoulder; Charlotte is dry-eyed and empty, numb.


"The firm has asked that the family's privacy be respected during this difficult time, and that concerns can be addressed to your local police station."


Isobel's hands are white-knuckled in Christopher's, white as her face, and for the first time he thinks he understands what his father felt when Tommy died.


"We will bring you further information as this story develops."


The sky is blue and brassy and hot, and Miranda is dead.

Comments

[subluxate]

Holy shit, no. I had myself convinced she lived.

Good job.

[bookblather]

Because I love you, I will tell you this: read the supplies and materials section carefully.

Also, thank you. <3

[subluxate]

OH GOOD. Okay, I don't know how I missed that when I double-checked, too!

[bookblather]

Probably because I wanted everyone to not see it and suffer?

I mean. I am a nice author. I would never do that to my beloved readers, of course not.

(bwaha)

[subluxate]

I was mostly prepared for her to be dead because of who we offed in PF. And because we never knew for sure what you'd do...

[bookblather]

*steeples fingers* Eeeeeeeexcellent.

[isana]

Oh, goddamn, I was hoping she'd have pulled through too.

It really felt like a punch to the gut; good job!

[bookblather]

I am so pleased with the responses to this story in such a sociopathic way I can't even tell you.

(ps check the supplies carefully)

[isana]

OMG, yeah. I read your response to Kelly. Still Sad Kermit over all this, though.

[bookblather]

Sad Kermit pleases me.

Are all writers sociopathic a little, or is it just me?

[kay_brooke]

I sort of assumed she died, but I had a small bit of hope that she would pull through. They do catch the guy who did it, right?

[bookblather]

They do, yes. It's not a random thing, which helps-- Miranda was very specifically targeted. And they do definitely catch him.

(also, look closely at the supplies and materials.)

[shipwreck_light]

I read this and "Blur" the night they went up.

I have been trying to come up with comments besides *incoherent sniffly squeaking noise* since.

I really.

Truly.

Have.

I remain stumped. Dead stumped. But, I still had to tell you.

If absolutely nothing else.

I think it's amazing you made a pointillism HURT.

THIS FIC HURTS ME.

And I am so OK with that. Because the timing is /that beautiful/ it's masterful, really.

[bookblather]

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I mean. Uh. I'm sorry. For hurting you. Yes. Sorry. Ahem.

Thank you!