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rainbowfic2013-06-21 08:46 pm
leia_solo) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-21 08:46 pm
Dove Grey 30 + Brush, Miniature: Underneath It All
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Underneath It All
Timeline: Late 1140s
Colors: Dove Grey 30: The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Supplies and Styles: Brush (comely: having a pleasing appearance : not homely or plain), Miniature
Word Count: 100
Summary: Gilles wonders if the pain of losing Cosette will ever pass. His mother reassures him.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Cosette died in 1146 after complications following childbirth.
“She was beautiful, wasn’t she?”
Gilles turned at his mother’s voice. Louise de Caulmont stood quietly behind him.
Gilles nodded and returned his attention back to the portrait of Cosette.
“I came to see the little one. How is he?”
“Fine I suppose,” Gilles said shrugging his shoulders.
“You mean you don’t know?”
Gilles didn’t answer.
Louise turned away. “I’ll go talk to his nurses.”
“Does it ever go away?”
Louise stopped.
“It does, but it’ll always be inside of you, bubbling under the surface.”
Gilles sighed and reached out to touch the painting. Louise turned away, leaving him behind.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Underneath It All
Timeline: Late 1140s
Colors: Dove Grey 30: The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Supplies and Styles: Brush (comely: having a pleasing appearance : not homely or plain), Miniature
Word Count: 100
Summary: Gilles wonders if the pain of losing Cosette will ever pass. His mother reassures him.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Cosette died in 1146 after complications following childbirth.
“She was beautiful, wasn’t she?”
Gilles turned at his mother’s voice. Louise de Caulmont stood quietly behind him.
Gilles nodded and returned his attention back to the portrait of Cosette.
“I came to see the little one. How is he?”
“Fine I suppose,” Gilles said shrugging his shoulders.
“You mean you don’t know?”
Gilles didn’t answer.
Louise turned away. “I’ll go talk to his nurses.”
“Does it ever go away?”
Louise stopped.
“It does, but it’ll always be inside of you, bubbling under the surface.”
Gilles sighed and reached out to touch the painting. Louise turned away, leaving him behind.
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