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rainbowfic2013-03-17 01:46 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-17 01:46 am
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: old lace,
- color: tequila rose,
- story: feredar,
- style: miniature,
- style: photography,
- style: tapestry,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: brush,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: eraser,
- supply: fabric,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: glue,
- supply: modeling clay,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: seed beads,
- supply: watercolors
Old Lace #6, Tequila Rose #10
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Details, Details
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #6. I had been right about the afternoon sunlight, the shadows were far more telling., Tequila Rose #10. Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, photography, miniature, eraser (Desshiri AU), brush (katzenjammer), watercolors, fabric, modeling clay, chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore. - Ray Bradbury), beading wire, glitter (Make a list of unanswered questions.), glue ("Consider what is most important to you and then make your move accordingly.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Vor Lefret
Warnings: References to enslavement and genocide
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place immediately after Drifting
His name was Mel. Vor smiled A good name. And nice eyes, a nice voice, steady hands, even with the rest of him so frail, having undergone unthinkable horrors over the past...however long.
But by his accent, he'd reached adulthood at home. Which meant he was hiding something, possibly broken oaths. Vor vaguely remembered hearing of one ten years back, from Artwick, maybe Hantree.
But, in the end, Vor didn't care, besides curiosity. Oathbreaker or no, he'd pulled an Islander, one of his people, if not Clan, out of the dying hell of Feredar. That was worth any secret.
Story: Details, Details
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #6. I had been right about the afternoon sunlight, the shadows were far more telling., Tequila Rose #10. Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, photography, miniature, eraser (Desshiri AU), brush (katzenjammer), watercolors, fabric, modeling clay, chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore. - Ray Bradbury), beading wire, glitter (Make a list of unanswered questions.), glue ("Consider what is most important to you and then make your move accordingly.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Vor Lefret
Warnings: References to enslavement and genocide
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place immediately after Drifting
His name was Mel. Vor smiled A good name. And nice eyes, a nice voice, steady hands, even with the rest of him so frail, having undergone unthinkable horrors over the past...however long.
But by his accent, he'd reached adulthood at home. Which meant he was hiding something, possibly broken oaths. Vor vaguely remembered hearing of one ten years back, from Artwick, maybe Hantree.
But, in the end, Vor didn't care, besides curiosity. Oathbreaker or no, he'd pulled an Islander, one of his people, if not Clan, out of the dying hell of Feredar. That was worth any secret.
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He will, even when he confirms Mel is an oathbreaker, on grounds of 'dude's seriously been punished enough, wtf more do y'all want.
also, now he's healthier, he's kinda hot, okay?'