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rainbowfic2012-11-04 12:26 am
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Isabelline #18, Electric Purple #11, Bone #18
Name: shadowsong26
Story: What Comes After
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Isabelline #18. Then suddenly it all becomes clear; I've been sorry all these years, Electric Purple #11. And here in you/My engines die/I'm in a mood for you/Or running away/Stars come down in you/And love - you can't give it away (The Psychedelic Furs- The Ghost in You), Bone #18. next of kin
Supplies and Materials: photography, eraser (Confessions AU), acrylic, feathers, fabric, chalk, glitter (choices), glue ("Circumstances might require you to take care of the needs of others now. Normally, this isn't a problem for you and you would eagerly do whatever is required. But today your mind may be stuck on the practical logistics of your own situation. Honor your priorities, even if it's challenging to balance the current social obligations with what you think you really must do for yourself.")
Word Count: 381
Rating: R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: References to murder with mutilation, execution and character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
They'd found the box, with the hands, right where Mel said it would be. From there it had happened very fast--the Islands rarely moved against one of their own, but once they did...justice was always swift.
There had been some question of whether they should hand him over to Asendar, where they thought most of the hands had come from, but the Clan Heads all decided that no one outside the Islands should take part in this.
There hadn't been a trial. There had been no need. Kit had wanted to see him, before the execution. Mel had refused. He had nothing to say to his brother. He didn't even know how they'd done it--something simple, or doing what he'd done to his victims, or giving him the opportunity to choose how he'd die. And he didn't want to know.
But now it fell to him to deal with the body. Not that there were any real superstitions about ghosts, but no one liked leaving bodies unattended. It made everyone uncomfortable. And no one wanted anything to do with Kit any more. They just wanted the whole mess over and done with. Not that Mel blamed them. If he'd had any choice in the matter, he wouldn't want to have to do this, either. He hadn't looked, hadn't said goodbye, hadn't seen or spoken to Kit since he told his Clan Head what he'd seen.
Except, in some secret part of him, he knew it would never be over until he saw Kit's remains laid to rest. Whatever rest his brother could find.
Mel took a dinghy out as far as he could, until his home island was a speck in the distance, and pushed Kit's body over the side, holding it steady with his craft. He waited until the last ripples from the weighted corpse had dissipated, until he couldn't feel the disturbance anymore through the layers of ordinary movement of life under the surface. He slowly pushed the boat back, mostly feeling relieved. It was over. It was finally over. No other metal-mages would die because of him and his brother.
He just couldn't escape the feeling that, now that his last close relative was drifting towards the bottom of the ocean, now he had no one.
Story: What Comes After
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Isabelline #18. Then suddenly it all becomes clear; I've been sorry all these years, Electric Purple #11. And here in you/My engines die/I'm in a mood for you/Or running away/Stars come down in you/And love - you can't give it away (The Psychedelic Furs- The Ghost in You), Bone #18. next of kin
Supplies and Materials: photography, eraser (Confessions AU), acrylic, feathers, fabric, chalk, glitter (choices), glue ("Circumstances might require you to take care of the needs of others now. Normally, this isn't a problem for you and you would eagerly do whatever is required. But today your mind may be stuck on the practical logistics of your own situation. Honor your priorities, even if it's challenging to balance the current social obligations with what you think you really must do for yourself.")
Word Count: 381
Rating: R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: References to murder with mutilation, execution and character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
They'd found the box, with the hands, right where Mel said it would be. From there it had happened very fast--the Islands rarely moved against one of their own, but once they did...justice was always swift.
There had been some question of whether they should hand him over to Asendar, where they thought most of the hands had come from, but the Clan Heads all decided that no one outside the Islands should take part in this.
There hadn't been a trial. There had been no need. Kit had wanted to see him, before the execution. Mel had refused. He had nothing to say to his brother. He didn't even know how they'd done it--something simple, or doing what he'd done to his victims, or giving him the opportunity to choose how he'd die. And he didn't want to know.
But now it fell to him to deal with the body. Not that there were any real superstitions about ghosts, but no one liked leaving bodies unattended. It made everyone uncomfortable. And no one wanted anything to do with Kit any more. They just wanted the whole mess over and done with. Not that Mel blamed them. If he'd had any choice in the matter, he wouldn't want to have to do this, either. He hadn't looked, hadn't said goodbye, hadn't seen or spoken to Kit since he told his Clan Head what he'd seen.
Except, in some secret part of him, he knew it would never be over until he saw Kit's remains laid to rest. Whatever rest his brother could find.
Mel took a dinghy out as far as he could, until his home island was a speck in the distance, and pushed Kit's body over the side, holding it steady with his craft. He waited until the last ripples from the weighted corpse had dissipated, until he couldn't feel the disturbance anymore through the layers of ordinary movement of life under the surface. He slowly pushed the boat back, mostly feeling relieved. It was over. It was finally over. No other metal-mages would die because of him and his brother.
He just couldn't escape the feeling that, now that his last close relative was drifting towards the bottom of the ocean, now he had no one.
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He does have some more distant family members--second and third cousins and the like--but Kit was the only one he knew well. His mom tended to keep him close to home.