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rainbowfic2013-04-01 10:49 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-04-01 10:49 pm
Sherry #2, Ember #4, Flame #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Silent
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sherry #2. Silver in the lung, Ember #4. Ashes, Flame #9. fire extinguisher
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (April Fools challenge), miniature, photography, eraser (Too Late AU), modeling clay, chalk, novelty beads, yarn, beading wire, glitter (music)
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Murder of a child
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 976 FY.
She tiptoes across the floor, making little chiming sounds with her shoes that aren't usually audible. But it's so quiet, she's making music and she's not even dancing.
It echoes.
She makes her way across to the bookshelf--more full of toys than scrolls--to the little heap of cloth and singed hair at the base (such a little heap).
She hesitates, then turns it so she can see...so she can see...
He's not breathing, and his eyes are glassy as the floor, meeting hers with no sense in them.
Clinging to the charred shell of her baby brother, Nolani crumbles.
Story: Silent
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sherry #2. Silver in the lung, Ember #4. Ashes, Flame #9. fire extinguisher
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (April Fools challenge), miniature, photography, eraser (Too Late AU), modeling clay, chalk, novelty beads, yarn, beading wire, glitter (music)
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Murder of a child
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 976 FY.
She tiptoes across the floor, making little chiming sounds with her shoes that aren't usually audible. But it's so quiet, she's making music and she's not even dancing.
It echoes.
She makes her way across to the bookshelf--more full of toys than scrolls--to the little heap of cloth and singed hair at the base (such a little heap).
She hesitates, then turns it so she can see...so she can see...
He's not breathing, and his eyes are glassy as the floor, meeting hers with no sense in them.
Clinging to the charred shell of her baby brother, Nolani crumbles.