shadowsong26 (
shadowsong26) wrote in
rainbowfic2012-09-19 11:27 pm
Mellow Yellow #3, Isabelline #7, Electric Purple #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Golden Eggs
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Mellow Yellow #3. Plastic Heart, Isabelline #7. It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway, Electric Purple #6. It could be the atmosphere sinking/I don't even know what you're thinking/I don't even know what you're drinking but it keeps this heaven alive (Duran Duran- Last Chance on the Stairway)
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), watercolors, modeling clay, chalk
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kesshare
Warnings: None.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. I don't even know with this one, guys.
Kesshare Heidari lit a cigarette with her fingertip and considered the report in front of her. The impulse to steal she understood--her inheritance of the firm had not been entirely honest, naturally--the esoteric symbols around the sites made sense, even, though she would have to consult with Kirana to confirm the meanings.
But why on earth the Sisters of Red Heaven had stolen thirteen Canadian Geese last night was entirely beyond her.
She blew out a puff of smoke, sighed, and set the file in the pile Isshiri was to handle. He did always enjoy the bizarre ones.
Story: Golden Eggs
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Mellow Yellow #3. Plastic Heart, Isabelline #7. It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway, Electric Purple #6. It could be the atmosphere sinking/I don't even know what you're thinking/I don't even know what you're drinking but it keeps this heaven alive (Duran Duran- Last Chance on the Stairway)
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), watercolors, modeling clay, chalk
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kesshare
Warnings: None.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. I don't even know with this one, guys.
Kesshare Heidari lit a cigarette with her fingertip and considered the report in front of her. The impulse to steal she understood--her inheritance of the firm had not been entirely honest, naturally--the esoteric symbols around the sites made sense, even, though she would have to consult with Kirana to confirm the meanings.
But why on earth the Sisters of Red Heaven had stolen thirteen Canadian Geese last night was entirely beyond her.
She blew out a puff of smoke, sighed, and set the file in the pile Isshiri was to handle. He did always enjoy the bizarre ones.
