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rainbowfic2012-11-17 12:22 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-11-17 12:22 am
Bone #20, Arsenic #14, Gunmetal #15
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Going Back.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone #20. right to die, Arsenic #14. morphine, Gunmetal #15. Brass Knuckles
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, brush (ratiocination), acrylic, modeling clay, pastels (my current GRK card G3 "waxplay"), chalk, novelty beads (will you ever come back?), glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: Brief reference to enslavement
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Isshiri toyed with what was left of the candle. He'd recovered from his captivity, and he never wanted to face that again, but...
He melted the wax, making a star. The truth was, he did miss it. He would never admit it--it was probably something twisted up inside him--but...
He loved his family. It was beyond good to see them all again, to be warm and dry and safe, and...
And he missed Mel, missed being there, a part of something important.
He reheated and reshaped the wax again, trying to figure out how he could make his way back.
Story: Going Back.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone #20. right to die, Arsenic #14. morphine, Gunmetal #15. Brass Knuckles
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, brush (ratiocination), acrylic, modeling clay, pastels (my current GRK card G3 "waxplay"), chalk, novelty beads (will you ever come back?), glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: Brief reference to enslavement
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Isshiri toyed with what was left of the candle. He'd recovered from his captivity, and he never wanted to face that again, but...
He melted the wax, making a star. The truth was, he did miss it. He would never admit it--it was probably something twisted up inside him--but...
He loved his family. It was beyond good to see them all again, to be warm and dry and safe, and...
And he missed Mel, missed being there, a part of something important.
He reheated and reshaped the wax again, trying to figure out how he could make his way back.
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