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rainbowfic2013-06-08 11:16 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-08 11:16 pm
Xanadu 7: Passing
Author: Kat
Title: Passing
Story: Jealous of Roses, Arc 0
Colors: Xanadu 7 (golden age)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Recycle challenge), reimaging (of this), collage, miniature collection, glue (Attempts to keep everything as it is now may be a study in frustration.), chalk (an adult comforting a child), acrylic (we're family), pastels (telling a story), novelty beads (I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. - Bob Dylan; The Byrds, My Back Pages).
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Henri and his daughter.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Pinch-hit for the remix contest lo these many years ago. SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SWL BB.
And is this, then, how Alexandra grows up?
Children grow by disappointment. If a child is always indulged it remains a child forever, and he would not have that for Alexandra, of course not. But must it be this way? Must a thing of beauty turn to dust in her hands?
He read it to her. Of course he did. She is his child, and children get bedtime stories—isn't that true? Apparently not, from what she tells him, but she is his child and she will get bedtime stories.
If she must grow up, he will see it through.
--
She apologizes to him, and he cannot understand why—for knowing the truth now? For growing up? She raises her voice, shrill and angry, then goes stiff when he puts his hands over her fists.
It makes him ache, that there is such anger in her. That lies, even the lies that are stories, can cut her so badly. It's a paradox, he knows—children are cut by lies because they are still innocent, and he mourns that loss too. But can't he want her heart-whole?
He tucks her against his body, tries to explain. Tries to patch it up.
--
She's laughing, so he joins her, at least a little from relief.
He wanted to give her something beautiful, a little piece of glitter and glory, and instead he gave her clenched fists, angry shouts. Such a little child and already she is growing. Already she is disappointed.
She is laughing, at least. He has done that much. And he has given her knowledge, a friend in Tian, a night at the theater no matter how wrong the play.
He can give her more. He'll do better.
Alexandra laughs in the curve of his arms, and that, too, is something.
Title: Passing
Story: Jealous of Roses, Arc 0
Colors: Xanadu 7 (golden age)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Recycle challenge), reimaging (of this), collage, miniature collection, glue (Attempts to keep everything as it is now may be a study in frustration.), chalk (an adult comforting a child), acrylic (we're family), pastels (telling a story), novelty beads (I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. - Bob Dylan; The Byrds, My Back Pages).
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Henri and his daughter.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Pinch-hit for the remix contest lo these many years ago. SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SWL BB.
And is this, then, how Alexandra grows up?
Children grow by disappointment. If a child is always indulged it remains a child forever, and he would not have that for Alexandra, of course not. But must it be this way? Must a thing of beauty turn to dust in her hands?
He read it to her. Of course he did. She is his child, and children get bedtime stories—isn't that true? Apparently not, from what she tells him, but she is his child and she will get bedtime stories.
If she must grow up, he will see it through.
--
She apologizes to him, and he cannot understand why—for knowing the truth now? For growing up? She raises her voice, shrill and angry, then goes stiff when he puts his hands over her fists.
It makes him ache, that there is such anger in her. That lies, even the lies that are stories, can cut her so badly. It's a paradox, he knows—children are cut by lies because they are still innocent, and he mourns that loss too. But can't he want her heart-whole?
He tucks her against his body, tries to explain. Tries to patch it up.
--
She's laughing, so he joins her, at least a little from relief.
He wanted to give her something beautiful, a little piece of glitter and glory, and instead he gave her clenched fists, angry shouts. Such a little child and already she is growing. Already she is disappointed.
She is laughing, at least. He has done that much. And he has given her knowledge, a friend in Tian, a night at the theater no matter how wrong the play.
He can give her more. He'll do better.
Alexandra laughs in the curve of his arms, and that, too, is something.