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rainbowfic2012-10-30 10:14 pm
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Harvest Gold #12, Isabelline #6, Electric Purple #2
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Watching Over You
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Harvest Gold #12. napping, Isabelline #6. And I have left myself to hang in a Halloween sky, Electric Purple #2. As far as I can see/Only pin-up posters/Looking down at me/Watching paper cups of coffee/Growing cold before my eyes (a-ha- The Blue Sky)
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Murder AU), oils, stain (“In the adversity of even our best friends, we always find something not wholly displeasing.” - La Rochefoucauld)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Deva, Kellom, Mellir
Warnings: Reference to familial/parental death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 954 FY.
Deva crept into the nursery--Kellom and Mellir still slept there. She sat on the floor, watching them breathe. Since Papa's death, none of them--the boys or her sisters--had really been safe. She didn't think Sola knew what Mamma had done, and Keta and the boys were too young, but...
But she knew, and she was positive she was the only one who wanted her brothers safe and happy, not fighting over mages or politics or who killed who and why.
She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Whatever else happened, they'd always have her.
Story: Watching Over You
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Harvest Gold #12. napping, Isabelline #6. And I have left myself to hang in a Halloween sky, Electric Purple #2. As far as I can see/Only pin-up posters/Looking down at me/Watching paper cups of coffee/Growing cold before my eyes (a-ha- The Blue Sky)
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Murder AU), oils, stain (“In the adversity of even our best friends, we always find something not wholly displeasing.” - La Rochefoucauld)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Deva, Kellom, Mellir
Warnings: Reference to familial/parental death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 954 FY.
Deva crept into the nursery--Kellom and Mellir still slept there. She sat on the floor, watching them breathe. Since Papa's death, none of them--the boys or her sisters--had really been safe. She didn't think Sola knew what Mamma had done, and Keta and the boys were too young, but...
But she knew, and she was positive she was the only one who wanted her brothers safe and happy, not fighting over mages or politics or who killed who and why.
She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Whatever else happened, they'd always have her.
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Not right away, and certainly not ahead of time. But she pieced it together over the week or so after her father's death, largely from the way Rema acted, and the timing, and how he'd died.