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rainbowfic2013-03-05 11:12 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-05 11:12 pm
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: dove grey,
- color: dove white,
- color: russet,
- story: feredar,
- style: bichromatic,
- style: miniature collection,
- style: paint-by-numbers,
- style: photography,
- style: reimagining,
- supply: acrylic,
- supply: fabric,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: frame,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: modeling clay,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: oils,
- supply: yarn
Dove White #12, Dove Grey #20, Russet #2
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Secret
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Dove White #12. Intimacy is what makes a marriage, not a ceremony, not a piece of paper from the state., Dove Grey #20. How am I supposed to live without you?, Russet #2. fine [Refined like a lady.]
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from Kelly), photography, miniature collection, reimaging (of Sticky Situation), frame (1006, 1007, and 1008 FY), acrylic, oils, feathers, fabric, modeling clay, novelty beads, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: Off-screen violence, kidnapping, non-explicit sex, some internalized ableism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. The Oils prompt refers to when Kesshare inevitably finds out about all this, not really anything internal.
1006 FY
She didn't save him to be a hero--not entirely, anyway. She saved him because...because she'd heard the stories. Growing up in a border town meant the propaganda from the capital city didn't hold as much sway, and he...
He was the kind of person she wished she could be.
So, when she saw those bandits find him, and drug him, and take him to their ruined fortress, she followed them.
Later, she figured that the moment when she opened the door and saw him there, still half-drugged but ready to fight, was the moment when she lost her heart.
1007 FY
He had never had sex before. Not for lack of opportunity or desire--when he could hide his incompleteness, he was handsome, and rank got him offers at home. He just...didn't like exposing himself.
With her, it was different. With her, it was safe. He didn't feel exposed and vulnerable. She was there to catch him, she was a safety net at the bottom of the mountain, her hands gentle on his skin, her mouth soft on his, not hot, not pressing.
Being with her was being wrapped in a blanket of beauty and sweet love, and absolutely magical.
1008 FY
They married in Sanru, in autumn. It was quiet, and it was private, but it was not impulsive. It probably looked that way--finding a priest in a tiny coastal town, but it wasn't.
They'd talked about it before, half joking, because his mother would never agree. But they were both adults, and she was standing there, smiling, crowned with golden leaves. Asking just felt...right. So they went down to the rocky beach and whispered their vows to the wind.
Maybe it was a little impulsive, and of course there would be consequences, but still. Neither of them regretted it.
Story: Secret
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Dove White #12. Intimacy is what makes a marriage, not a ceremony, not a piece of paper from the state., Dove Grey #20. How am I supposed to live without you?, Russet #2. fine [Refined like a lady.]
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from Kelly), photography, miniature collection, reimaging (of Sticky Situation), frame (1006, 1007, and 1008 FY), acrylic, oils, feathers, fabric, modeling clay, novelty beads, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: Off-screen violence, kidnapping, non-explicit sex, some internalized ableism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. The Oils prompt refers to when Kesshare inevitably finds out about all this, not really anything internal.
1006 FY
She didn't save him to be a hero--not entirely, anyway. She saved him because...because she'd heard the stories. Growing up in a border town meant the propaganda from the capital city didn't hold as much sway, and he...
He was the kind of person she wished she could be.
So, when she saw those bandits find him, and drug him, and take him to their ruined fortress, she followed them.
Later, she figured that the moment when she opened the door and saw him there, still half-drugged but ready to fight, was the moment when she lost her heart.
1007 FY
He had never had sex before. Not for lack of opportunity or desire--when he could hide his incompleteness, he was handsome, and rank got him offers at home. He just...didn't like exposing himself.
With her, it was different. With her, it was safe. He didn't feel exposed and vulnerable. She was there to catch him, she was a safety net at the bottom of the mountain, her hands gentle on his skin, her mouth soft on his, not hot, not pressing.
Being with her was being wrapped in a blanket of beauty and sweet love, and absolutely magical.
1008 FY
They married in Sanru, in autumn. It was quiet, and it was private, but it was not impulsive. It probably looked that way--finding a priest in a tiny coastal town, but it wasn't.
They'd talked about it before, half joking, because his mother would never agree. But they were both adults, and she was standing there, smiling, crowned with golden leaves. Asking just felt...right. So they went down to the rocky beach and whispered their vows to the wind.
Maybe it was a little impulsive, and of course there would be consequences, but still. Neither of them regretted it.
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Nope. It's actually the opposite, weirdly enough--if what Isshiri felt for Telri was casual enough to risk, he wouldn't be so determined to keep her secret from his
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