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rainbowfic2013-06-08 09:35 am
tanager) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-08 09:35 am
Crane White 6, Bittersweet 4: Check.
Name: Tanya
Title: Check.
Colors: Crane White #6 (America can't say no), Bittersweet #4 (fond farewell)
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (discipline), Brush (burgeon), Acrylic (It's been a no good, very bad day.), Stain (“It is the feeling of inferiority, inadequacy and insecurity that determines the goal of an individual’s existence.”), Glitter (Submission), Glue ("unexpected game changer"), Miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: I appreciate all comments, including criticism. I plan to write more in this universe (which I haven't named yet).
“But that’s impossible—Your Majesty!”
“So men claim when they lack incentive,” the king refuted. He considered the chessboard, arranged mostly in starting position and in black checkmate. “I have faith in your ability, and I have given you incentive.”
“Please, Your Majesty―”
“I understand.” The king’s tone warmed, but not his eyes. “You want to live. We want Iridia. May we both have what we desire in one year… and Tandor will honor your service with a duchy. You may leave.”
Tandor’s chess master obeyed. Maybe plastered, he would believe that he could steal a country from a goddess.
Title: Check.
Colors: Crane White #6 (America can't say no), Bittersweet #4 (fond farewell)
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (discipline), Brush (burgeon), Acrylic (It's been a no good, very bad day.), Stain (“It is the feeling of inferiority, inadequacy and insecurity that determines the goal of an individual’s existence.”), Glitter (Submission), Glue ("unexpected game changer"), Miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: I appreciate all comments, including criticism. I plan to write more in this universe (which I haven't named yet).
“But that’s impossible—Your Majesty!”
“So men claim when they lack incentive,” the king refuted. He considered the chessboard, arranged mostly in starting position and in black checkmate. “I have faith in your ability, and I have given you incentive.”
“Please, Your Majesty―”
“I understand.” The king’s tone warmed, but not his eyes. “You want to live. We want Iridia. May we both have what we desire in one year… and Tandor will honor your service with a duchy. You may leave.”
Tandor’s chess master obeyed. Maybe plastered, he would believe that he could steal a country from a goddess.