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rainbowfic2013-03-11 09:42 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-11 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: dove grey,
- color: dove white,
- color: old lace,
- story: feredar,
- style: bichromatic,
- style: miniature collection,
- style: tapestry,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: canvas,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: fabric,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: frame,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: glue,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: oils,
- supply: seed beads,
- supply: stickers
Old Lace #15, Dove White #3, Dove Grey #16
Name: shadowsong26
Story: I Can't Stay
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #15. Has it ever occurred to you how much we go by what is called, I believe, the context? ... So when we repeat a conversation, we don't, as a rule, repeat the actual words; we put in some other words that seem to us to mean exactly the same thing., Dove White #3. A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it., Dove Grey #16. Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, bichromatic, miniature collection, canvas (the first one), frame (the last one), oils, stickers (The world's most isolated tree was the Tree of Ténéré, in the Sahara desert, which was the only tree for 250 miles. Despite it being so isolated, a drunk Libyan truck driver knocked it down and killed it.), feathers, fabric, chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (The memories ease the pain inside,/now I know why.--"Memories", Within Temptation), beading wire, glitter, glue ("Allow your fantasies to carry your thoughts far and wide. Make your wish based upon what's in your heart rather than what other people expect of you.")
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera, Kellom, Andrell
Warnings: Background war, oblique reference to character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
i'm sorry.
It's the morning after their wedding, and Fera finds that she is still shy of him, a little bit. Not because he's ten years older than she is, or because he will one day be King, and certainly not because he's cruel or thoughtless, but...he's still such a magnificent stranger, a statue of a god sitting across from her, over the breakfast table laid with hot tea and softly-buttered bread.
"I can't stay," he says, and leans over to kiss her cheek softly--gentle, courteous, even kind.
She watches him leave through lowered lashes, and finishes her cooling breakfast alone.
please don't ask why
It's early on one of the last days of the war, and Fera can see the fine cracks in him. He comes to her more now than he did in happier times, and she feels sick at her gratitude for it.
She doesn't ask about the shadows in his eyes, and she doesn't offer to chase them away, except in the silent way that's the only one she knows: being his refuge. Because even if she's never good enough, at least she isn't breaking.
"I can't stay," he says, brushing her lips ever-so-softly, and she daydreams that he sounds regretful.
you could never understand
It's a bright, cool dawn, and, after six months of genteel imprisonment, Fera is going home.
Her brother-in-law offered to let her stay. He promised her she'd be safe. And...she's not like Tana, chasing ghosts, having to flee them to maintain her peace and safety, but there's something that keeps her from accepting.
And it isn't his fiancee, and it isn't people obviously wondering how much she really did or did not do.
It's the memory of eleven years of cool tea and softly buttered bread, of butterfly kisses and regretful smiles and gentle, awkward nights.
"I can't stay."
Story: I Can't Stay
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #15. Has it ever occurred to you how much we go by what is called, I believe, the context? ... So when we repeat a conversation, we don't, as a rule, repeat the actual words; we put in some other words that seem to us to mean exactly the same thing., Dove White #3. A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it., Dove Grey #16. Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, bichromatic, miniature collection, canvas (the first one), frame (the last one), oils, stickers (The world's most isolated tree was the Tree of Ténéré, in the Sahara desert, which was the only tree for 250 miles. Despite it being so isolated, a drunk Libyan truck driver knocked it down and killed it.), feathers, fabric, chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (The memories ease the pain inside,/now I know why.--"Memories", Within Temptation), beading wire, glitter, glue ("Allow your fantasies to carry your thoughts far and wide. Make your wish based upon what's in your heart rather than what other people expect of you.")
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera, Kellom, Andrell
Warnings: Background war, oblique reference to character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
i'm sorry.
It's the morning after their wedding, and Fera finds that she is still shy of him, a little bit. Not because he's ten years older than she is, or because he will one day be King, and certainly not because he's cruel or thoughtless, but...he's still such a magnificent stranger, a statue of a god sitting across from her, over the breakfast table laid with hot tea and softly-buttered bread.
"I can't stay," he says, and leans over to kiss her cheek softly--gentle, courteous, even kind.
She watches him leave through lowered lashes, and finishes her cooling breakfast alone.
please don't ask why
It's early on one of the last days of the war, and Fera can see the fine cracks in him. He comes to her more now than he did in happier times, and she feels sick at her gratitude for it.
She doesn't ask about the shadows in his eyes, and she doesn't offer to chase them away, except in the silent way that's the only one she knows: being his refuge. Because even if she's never good enough, at least she isn't breaking.
"I can't stay," he says, brushing her lips ever-so-softly, and she daydreams that he sounds regretful.
you could never understand
It's a bright, cool dawn, and, after six months of genteel imprisonment, Fera is going home.
Her brother-in-law offered to let her stay. He promised her she'd be safe. And...she's not like Tana, chasing ghosts, having to flee them to maintain her peace and safety, but there's something that keeps her from accepting.
And it isn't his fiancee, and it isn't people obviously wondering how much she really did or did not do.
It's the memory of eleven years of cool tea and softly buttered bread, of butterfly kisses and regretful smiles and gentle, awkward nights.
"I can't stay."
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Yeah, for all her marriage with Kellom was...pretty much as unhappy as possible when both parties are at least courteous/kind to each other, she did love him deeply.
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Yeah. :(
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