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rainbowfic2013-05-24 01:12 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-05-24 01:12 am
Sherry #10, Flame #10, Fever Red #1
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Flashpoint
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sherry #10. That Blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame, Flame #10. lighter, Fever Red #1. acute
Supplies and Materials: photography, eraser (Mellir AU), brush (goldbrick), feathers, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card B5 "betrayal"), seed beads, novelty beads, glitter (Try to make sense of something that’s confusing you right now.)
Word Count: 449
Rating: R
Characters: Mellir, Keta
Warnings: Drinking to the point of a blackout, fire, description of serious burns.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The strange thing is, I don't even remember what I was doing down there. The Archives are exclusively Keta's domain. I'm too old now to be taken in by childish dares or attempts to contact the spirits. At least, I like to think I'm not.
But I don't remember, and that troubles me.
I remember waking up this morning, and smelling smoke. Woodsmoke, mixed with something sharper, like burning meat.
I sat up; I looked down at my hands; they were blurry, distorted, blistered. I coughed--I remember coughing, I remember the searing sensation in my chest. I remember how the room was...was so dark.
And then I heard a whimper, and I think she...I think she dragged me away from the source, then tried to save as many books as she could.
I think the liquor made them burn faster.
I think some of it spilled on her.
I almost didn't recognize her, except the pendant she still wore, the one formed of her wedding ring and a lock of her son's hair. The chain was melted into her neck on one side, where the fire had gone...had burned all the way up her arm, over half her face, cracking and searing it near to coals and embers.
She whimpered, and she was still smoldering.
I think I vomited then.
Then it got blurry--I got her out of there, got a guard to organize fighting the fire. I got her to the infirmary, and I had to...
I had to tell the others. Father, my siblings, my children.
Father and the others didn't matter so much--none of them, save perhaps Andrell, have ever cared enough to think I could do better, but my children...
The younger ones only understand their aunt was badly hurt, but the older ones--I think the older ones know that it was my fault.
I want to go sit by her--by the only one who ever thought I...
She warned me. She warned me time and again, that I was reckless, that I drink too much, that...
Try as I might, I can't remember how the fire started.
Why was she hurt so much worse than I?
I shut myself away in my room--I can't stand to listen to Tana mocking me, or see the cold, angry unsurprise from my other sisters or my father, or the hurt in my children's eyes.
Keta thought...Keta thought I could be more than I am, if only I would show a little more restraint.
Keta thinks that. She has to. I need to believe that she does.
And all the pleasure in debauchery I have had is no longer worth constantly proving her wrong.
Spoilery note: Keta does not die, Because I Said So and it would undo all of this anyway.
Story: Flashpoint
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sherry #10. That Blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame, Flame #10. lighter, Fever Red #1. acute
Supplies and Materials: photography, eraser (Mellir AU), brush (goldbrick), feathers, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card B5 "betrayal"), seed beads, novelty beads, glitter (Try to make sense of something that’s confusing you right now.)
Word Count: 449
Rating: R
Characters: Mellir, Keta
Warnings: Drinking to the point of a blackout, fire, description of serious burns.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The strange thing is, I don't even remember what I was doing down there. The Archives are exclusively Keta's domain. I'm too old now to be taken in by childish dares or attempts to contact the spirits. At least, I like to think I'm not.
But I don't remember, and that troubles me.
I remember waking up this morning, and smelling smoke. Woodsmoke, mixed with something sharper, like burning meat.
I sat up; I looked down at my hands; they were blurry, distorted, blistered. I coughed--I remember coughing, I remember the searing sensation in my chest. I remember how the room was...was so dark.
And then I heard a whimper, and I think she...I think she dragged me away from the source, then tried to save as many books as she could.
I think the liquor made them burn faster.
I think some of it spilled on her.
I almost didn't recognize her, except the pendant she still wore, the one formed of her wedding ring and a lock of her son's hair. The chain was melted into her neck on one side, where the fire had gone...had burned all the way up her arm, over half her face, cracking and searing it near to coals and embers.
She whimpered, and she was still smoldering.
I think I vomited then.
Then it got blurry--I got her out of there, got a guard to organize fighting the fire. I got her to the infirmary, and I had to...
I had to tell the others. Father, my siblings, my children.
Father and the others didn't matter so much--none of them, save perhaps Andrell, have ever cared enough to think I could do better, but my children...
The younger ones only understand their aunt was badly hurt, but the older ones--I think the older ones know that it was my fault.
I want to go sit by her--by the only one who ever thought I...
She warned me. She warned me time and again, that I was reckless, that I drink too much, that...
Try as I might, I can't remember how the fire started.
Why was she hurt so much worse than I?
I shut myself away in my room--I can't stand to listen to Tana mocking me, or see the cold, angry unsurprise from my other sisters or my father, or the hurt in my children's eyes.
Keta thought...Keta thought I could be more than I am, if only I would show a little more restraint.
Keta thinks that. She has to. I need to believe that she does.
And all the pleasure in debauchery I have had is no longer worth constantly proving her wrong.
Spoilery note: Keta does not die, Because I Said So and it would undo all of this anyway.