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rainbowfic2012-10-30 08:51 pm
malapropism) wrote in rainbowfic2012-10-30 08:51 pm
Harvest Gold 6, Mouse Grey 25, Alice Blue 23
Title: The Only Exception
Canon: Battle For the Sun
Colors: Harvest Gold 6 (asters), Mouse Grey 25 (you can learn a lot of things from the flowers), Alice Blue 23 (it would be so nice if something made sense for a change)
Style: miniature
Character/s: Cyprian Corvo, an aster
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: There's just something about asters that isn't right.
Note: Looked over byisana , who has my thanks. Please excuse me as I rush to finish the Harvest Gold challenge.
Cyprian loved all flowers, even the assholes. Asters were something different. Cyprian loathed silence, and if asters had ever uttered a word not even other flowers could say. They communicated in shocks of emotion and impression and spectral color.
Cyprian had asked, once, why this was so, and received a succession of images: a woman, her spine in a perfect, unnatural arc, an aster drinking up her tears. A dark, hazy sepia burning into a black than was more than black. Howling gusts, and the shape of those who were listening beyond them.
Cyprian loved all flowers. He feared for only one.
Canon: Battle For the Sun
Colors: Harvest Gold 6 (asters), Mouse Grey 25 (you can learn a lot of things from the flowers), Alice Blue 23 (it would be so nice if something made sense for a change)
Style: miniature
Character/s: Cyprian Corvo, an aster
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: There's just something about asters that isn't right.
Note: Looked over by
isana , who has my thanks. Please excuse me as I rush to finish the Harvest Gold challenge.Cyprian loved all flowers, even the assholes. Asters were something different. Cyprian loathed silence, and if asters had ever uttered a word not even other flowers could say. They communicated in shocks of emotion and impression and spectral color.
Cyprian had asked, once, why this was so, and received a succession of images: a woman, her spine in a perfect, unnatural arc, an aster drinking up her tears. A dark, hazy sepia burning into a black than was more than black. Howling gusts, and the shape of those who were listening beyond them.
Cyprian loved all flowers. He feared for only one.
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I did like it. Creepy is a compliment in my world ;)