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rainbowfic2013-03-19 08:53 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-19 08:53 pm
Acanthus 13 - Alice Blue 16 - Accrylic - Oils - Novelty beads
Name: Kana
Title: Decision
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Acanthus 13 Scissors – Alice Blue 16 you're mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Interpretation) – Oils (Forget yourself) – Novelty Beads ("It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end." - Albert Camus)
Word count: 399
Rating: PG13
Summary: Freya cutting off her hair because of the chemo
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Nick enters her apartment the moment she takes the scissors of the table. His eyes widen for a second. Even though he knows she'd never do something to hurt herself. But still, he can't help the thought from crossing his mind.
There is a sad smile on her face when she takes a lock of long black hair in her hand. Bringing the scissors up. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath when she lets the scissors touch her hair. Hesitating only for a moment, before she - determined - cuts off the lock.
A shaky breath. Before she takes another lock. Eyes still closed. There is a tear escaping when the scissors cut through it without trouble.
Her hand is trembling when the hair falls to the ground.
Biting his lip, Nick walks over to her. Carefully placing his hand over hers, taking over the scissors. Surprised she looks up, not having heard him enter.
"Allow me?"
His voice is soft and gentle and caring and it trembles nearly as hard as her hands.
She nods once, turning her face away again. Shivering slightly when she feels Nick’s fingers run through her hair before taking hold of yet another lock and cautiously cutting it off.
After a few more cuts she hears his soft intake of breath. The air suddenly cold in her neck now it is no longer protected.
“What do you want?”
His voice is chocked. With emotion. And pain. And fear.
Freya shakes her head. “I don’t know. My intention was to cut it all off. But…”
She leans back in his embrace when he wraps his arms around her shoulders. Grateful that he doesn’t push. Grateful that he doesn’t tell her what to do. Even more grateful that he doesn’t think her crazy for doing this.
But it was something she had to do. For herself. For nothing and no one else but herself. And he understood. He understands. And he accepts.
“What do you want?”
She smiles when he whispers in her ear, his breath tickling.
“Cut it all off.”
Freya turns her head to look at him. Needs to see his face. Needs to see the look on his face. And for a second she can’t read him. But then he nods. And smiles. And kisses her forehead.
And never before has she felt so loved and accepted and protected.
Title: Decision
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Acanthus 13 Scissors – Alice Blue 16 you're mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Interpretation) – Oils (Forget yourself) – Novelty Beads ("It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end." - Albert Camus)
Word count: 399
Rating: PG13
Summary: Freya cutting off her hair because of the chemo
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Nick enters her apartment the moment she takes the scissors of the table. His eyes widen for a second. Even though he knows she'd never do something to hurt herself. But still, he can't help the thought from crossing his mind.
There is a sad smile on her face when she takes a lock of long black hair in her hand. Bringing the scissors up. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath when she lets the scissors touch her hair. Hesitating only for a moment, before she - determined - cuts off the lock.
A shaky breath. Before she takes another lock. Eyes still closed. There is a tear escaping when the scissors cut through it without trouble.
Her hand is trembling when the hair falls to the ground.
Biting his lip, Nick walks over to her. Carefully placing his hand over hers, taking over the scissors. Surprised she looks up, not having heard him enter.
"Allow me?"
His voice is soft and gentle and caring and it trembles nearly as hard as her hands.
She nods once, turning her face away again. Shivering slightly when she feels Nick’s fingers run through her hair before taking hold of yet another lock and cautiously cutting it off.
After a few more cuts she hears his soft intake of breath. The air suddenly cold in her neck now it is no longer protected.
“What do you want?”
His voice is chocked. With emotion. And pain. And fear.
Freya shakes her head. “I don’t know. My intention was to cut it all off. But…”
She leans back in his embrace when he wraps his arms around her shoulders. Grateful that he doesn’t push. Grateful that he doesn’t tell her what to do. Even more grateful that he doesn’t think her crazy for doing this.
But it was something she had to do. For herself. For nothing and no one else but herself. And he understood. He understands. And he accepts.
“What do you want?”
She smiles when he whispers in her ear, his breath tickling.
“Cut it all off.”
Freya turns her head to look at him. Needs to see his face. Needs to see the look on his face. And for a second she can’t read him. But then he nods. And smiles. And kisses her forehead.
And never before has she felt so loved and accepted and protected.
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I'm really focussing on these 2 and I am ignoring every one else who is of importance to Freya *hides in a corner* :-/