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rainbowfic2013-03-31 01:30 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-31 01:30 am
Entry tags:
Dove White #6, Dove Grey #8, Old Lace #20
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Into Infinity
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Dove White #6. A successful marriage is an edifice that must be rebuilt every day., Dove Grey #8. For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity., Old Lace #20. Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, tapestry, photography, fingerpainting (weird out-of-time perception POV), frame (1075 FY), acrylic, modeling clay, seed beads, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kirana
Warnings: Character death, reference to previous character deaths.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It is a strange thing, being on a deathbed I have foreseen so many times. It makes me wonder how others, ordinary people--even my family--approached this final moment.
My father would have regretted leaving us all behind--he died in my mother's arms, though, something I believe he must have found fabulously humorous, after years of struggling with her lack of sentiment more than he allowed her to perceive.
My mother, I am sure, would have been furious--all those plans of hers, still not yet fully realized. But she, ever-pragmatic, would in the end have accepted that there are some things that even the indomitable Queen Kesshare simply cannot avert, and saved those valuable last resources for a plan to conquer even the gods. My mother, you see, always played to win.
My sister was so lonely, in her last years, that I think she may have welcomed it, though of course she wouldn't have seen it like that. But she wouldn't have fought, and she would have left few regrets that hadn't already been addressed.
My brother--oh, my dear brother, he must have seen it all as such a fabulous new adventure. I am sure that he and his wife and his friend--how oddly like our sister he was, in that he had two great loves, one romantic, one not--are off exploring what the rest of the cosmos has to offer.
And I...?
Well. I have always known that there are some futures that should not be averted. And as I close my eyes for the final time, I realize...that last moment, of surrender to infinity, is something that I share with normal people--if there is any such thing.
As my last breath leaves me, I see no glowing light, no tunnel, only peace, and a future that I no longer need to try to shape.
It is such a beautiful thing.
Story: Into Infinity
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Dove White #6. A successful marriage is an edifice that must be rebuilt every day., Dove Grey #8. For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity., Old Lace #20. Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, tapestry, photography, fingerpainting (weird out-of-time perception POV), frame (1075 FY), acrylic, modeling clay, seed beads, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kirana
Warnings: Character death, reference to previous character deaths.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It is a strange thing, being on a deathbed I have foreseen so many times. It makes me wonder how others, ordinary people--even my family--approached this final moment.
My father would have regretted leaving us all behind--he died in my mother's arms, though, something I believe he must have found fabulously humorous, after years of struggling with her lack of sentiment more than he allowed her to perceive.
My mother, I am sure, would have been furious--all those plans of hers, still not yet fully realized. But she, ever-pragmatic, would in the end have accepted that there are some things that even the indomitable Queen Kesshare simply cannot avert, and saved those valuable last resources for a plan to conquer even the gods. My mother, you see, always played to win.
My sister was so lonely, in her last years, that I think she may have welcomed it, though of course she wouldn't have seen it like that. But she wouldn't have fought, and she would have left few regrets that hadn't already been addressed.
My brother--oh, my dear brother, he must have seen it all as such a fabulous new adventure. I am sure that he and his wife and his friend--how oddly like our sister he was, in that he had two great loves, one romantic, one not--are off exploring what the rest of the cosmos has to offer.
And I...?
Well. I have always known that there are some futures that should not be averted. And as I close my eyes for the final time, I realize...that last moment, of surrender to infinity, is something that I share with normal people--if there is any such thing.
As my last breath leaves me, I see no glowing light, no tunnel, only peace, and a future that I no longer need to try to shape.
It is such a beautiful thing.