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rainbowfic2013-03-25 11:17 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-25 11:17 pm
Entry tags:
Old Lace #8, Dove White #10, Dove Grey #27
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Nostalgia
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #8. I have never seen a man more completely wrapped up in a child., Dove White #10. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to., Dove Grey #27. I think clapping is how hands mourn.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, bichromatic, miniature, photography, frame, brush (nascent), oils, modeling clay, seed beads, glitter,
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Deshell
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Deshell held tight to his wife's hand, at their elder son's wedding. It was hard to believe that Ledam was old enough, when it seemed just weeks ago he was born, walking, talking, fighting with Ensill, teaching Selmid how to bicker as brothers should.
But here he was, twenty-eight, with a wife of his own, and perhaps children someday. And Deshell knew, watching Ledam smile into his wife's eyes, without even having to consider it, that he and Fesha had raised a good man, and Ledam's future, though it seemed to have come on too fast, was nothing but brightness.
Story: Nostalgia
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #8. I have never seen a man more completely wrapped up in a child., Dove White #10. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to., Dove Grey #27. I think clapping is how hands mourn.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, bichromatic, miniature, photography, frame, brush (nascent), oils, modeling clay, seed beads, glitter,
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Deshell
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Deshell held tight to his wife's hand, at their elder son's wedding. It was hard to believe that Ledam was old enough, when it seemed just weeks ago he was born, walking, talking, fighting with Ensill, teaching Selmid how to bicker as brothers should.
But here he was, twenty-eight, with a wife of his own, and perhaps children someday. And Deshell knew, watching Ledam smile into his wife's eyes, without even having to consider it, that he and Fesha had raised a good man, and Ledam's future, though it seemed to have come on too fast, was nothing but brightness.
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