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rainbowfic2013-03-23 03:18 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-23 03:18 am
Entry tags:
Old Lace #3, Tequila Rose #3, Zing #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Time and Time Again
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #3. There are certain places imbued and saturated with good or evil influences which can make their power felt., Tequila Rose #3. As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay, Zing #6. I see you've set aside this time to humiliate yourself in public
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, photography, reimaging (of Mellir's section of The Greater Good, brush (riposte), oils, feathers, charcoal, seed beads, yarn, glitter (What would you change about your family life if you could? Are there steps you could take to make it happen?), glue ("Everything may appear to be in order as you head into a busy weekend, but something significant is lurking in the shadows.")
Word Count: 339
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: Implied alcoholism, reference to genocide, reference to adultery, impending attempted fratricide and character death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This was not supposed to turn out this dark. Last Tequila Rose!
In all honesty, Mellir has a good life. He has friends he can do wildly entertaining (and sometimes inappropriate) things with. He is a prince, with great wealth and power at his command--though he seems the least of his siblings. He has no difficulty in charming women, and if the relationships usually don't last, they usually end amicably. He has an ever-growing brood of children--if his wife died before she could provide him with any legitimate ones, well, he still has his bastards, and they love him and he adores them.
It just seems...like he's trapped, a dog chasing his own tail, in endless repetition of an impossible task. Time and time again, he meets and makes friends--men and women, drinking companions and lovers, playing ever-more-daring games. And time and time again, the relationships crash and burn--or he has to extricate himself when something truly unconscionable has been done. Not by him, never by him; he probably has Keta and his children to thank for that.
Time and time again, people move in and out of his life for a few months to a year or two of happiness and exhilaration. Time and time again, he realizes he's done nothing in his life worthy of true love or respect (except, perhaps, his children; they're the best of his life). Time and time again, he resolves that next time will be different, next time he won't be dragged down into that same cycle of spectacular catastrophe, he'll finally make something of himself, be worthy of his children and Keta's unwavering affection. Time and time again, he reaches the bottom and swears to climb up.
Time and time again, he crashes, and burns, and winds up like a dog in the street, chasing its own tail.
But now...if he can do this, if he can be King, if he can bring his people out of the rioting chaos his brother--with all his respectability and eternally pure intentions--wrought...
Mellir smiles at his knife.
This time will be different.
Story: Time and Time Again
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #3. There are certain places imbued and saturated with good or evil influences which can make their power felt., Tequila Rose #3. As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay, Zing #6. I see you've set aside this time to humiliate yourself in public
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, photography, reimaging (of Mellir's section of The Greater Good, brush (riposte), oils, feathers, charcoal, seed beads, yarn, glitter (What would you change about your family life if you could? Are there steps you could take to make it happen?), glue ("Everything may appear to be in order as you head into a busy weekend, but something significant is lurking in the shadows.")
Word Count: 339
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: Implied alcoholism, reference to genocide, reference to adultery, impending attempted fratricide and character death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This was not supposed to turn out this dark. Last Tequila Rose!
In all honesty, Mellir has a good life. He has friends he can do wildly entertaining (and sometimes inappropriate) things with. He is a prince, with great wealth and power at his command--though he seems the least of his siblings. He has no difficulty in charming women, and if the relationships usually don't last, they usually end amicably. He has an ever-growing brood of children--if his wife died before she could provide him with any legitimate ones, well, he still has his bastards, and they love him and he adores them.
It just seems...like he's trapped, a dog chasing his own tail, in endless repetition of an impossible task. Time and time again, he meets and makes friends--men and women, drinking companions and lovers, playing ever-more-daring games. And time and time again, the relationships crash and burn--or he has to extricate himself when something truly unconscionable has been done. Not by him, never by him; he probably has Keta and his children to thank for that.
Time and time again, people move in and out of his life for a few months to a year or two of happiness and exhilaration. Time and time again, he realizes he's done nothing in his life worthy of true love or respect (except, perhaps, his children; they're the best of his life). Time and time again, he resolves that next time will be different, next time he won't be dragged down into that same cycle of spectacular catastrophe, he'll finally make something of himself, be worthy of his children and Keta's unwavering affection. Time and time again, he reaches the bottom and swears to climb up.
Time and time again, he crashes, and burns, and winds up like a dog in the street, chasing its own tail.
But now...if he can do this, if he can be King, if he can bring his people out of the rioting chaos his brother--with all his respectability and eternally pure intentions--wrought...
Mellir smiles at his knife.
This time will be different.
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Sadly, Mellir doesn't survive his attempt on Kellom, so.
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I know. He really surprised me with this. And all the stuff about his kids. :<<