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rainbowfic2013-03-28 11:43 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-28 11:43 pm
Entry tags:
Old Lace #13, Dove White #20, Dove Grey #19
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Golden Afternoons
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #13. In a place like this everybody's private affairs are more or less public property., Dove White #20. I've still got the same wife I started out with twenty-eight years ago., Dove Grey #19. People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened.
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, tapestry, fingerpainting (modified trimeric), miniature, photography, canvas (around 985 FY), brush (laudable), modeling clay, seed beads, glitter
Word Count: 94
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sola
Warnings: Spousal death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
She had been fond of her husband,
because he understood her,
because he gave her children,
because he made her laugh.
Because he understood her,
he let her go her own way, trusted her to be discreet in her affairs.
They even, in private, traded stories.
Because he gave her children,
five handsome sons and, ten years later,
a gift before dying: her precious baby daughter.
Because he made her laugh,
made their lives together one long, golden afternoon,
even if they didn't have the love her parents had,
She missed him every day.
Story: Golden Afternoons
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #13. In a place like this everybody's private affairs are more or less public property., Dove White #20. I've still got the same wife I started out with twenty-eight years ago., Dove Grey #19. People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened.
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, tapestry, fingerpainting (modified trimeric), miniature, photography, canvas (around 985 FY), brush (laudable), modeling clay, seed beads, glitter
Word Count: 94
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sola
Warnings: Spousal death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
She had been fond of her husband,
because he understood her,
because he gave her children,
because he made her laugh.
Because he understood her,
he let her go her own way, trusted her to be discreet in her affairs.
They even, in private, traded stories.
Because he gave her children,
five handsome sons and, ten years later,
a gift before dying: her precious baby daughter.
Because he made her laugh,
made their lives together one long, golden afternoon,
even if they didn't have the love her parents had,
She missed him every day.
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I don't know much about Sola's husband, but they were friends the way Nolani and Andrell are. ...although I don't think Nolani and Andrell trade stories about favorites, even if the four of them all get along.