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rainbowfic2013-08-08 11:35 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-08-08 11:35 pm
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: crane white,
- color: fire opal,
- story: feredar,
- style: bichromatic,
- style: graffiti,
- style: paint-by-numbers,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: brush,
- supply: canvas,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: charcoal,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: glue,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: oils,
- supply: seed beads
Crane White #8, Fire Opal #2
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Mellir's Aunt
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crane White #8. All cheap and debonair (Oh, Mellir.), Fire Opal #2. Insatiable
Supplies and Materials: paint-by-numbers (from Kat), bichromatic, graffiti (Midsummer Night's Dream), canvas (968 FY), brush (orgulous), oils, feathers, charcoal, chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (breaded sole fillet), beading wire, glitter ("The truth is, a moral compass can only point you in the right direction, it can't make you go there. Our culture preaches that you shouldn't be ashamed of anything you do anymore. And unfortunately this city is built on the principle that there's no such thing as guilt. "Do whatever you want, we won't tell." So without a conscience, there's nothing to stop you from killing someone. And evidently you don't even have to feel bad about it." – Gil Grissom, in CSI : Las Vegas), glue ("Your proud lion-like roar is heard all across the land as the winged messenger Mercury flies into your sign today. Your convincing style packs a punch these days and you would be wise to keep turning your volume down as quickly as reality turns it up. Even if you think you are whispering, you may still be quite loud.")
Word Count: 244
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir, Peroll
Warnings: Underage drinking, imminent playing with fire while drunk.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is the incident referenced in The Cover-up. The novelty beads prompt is a homonymical pun.
"Jus' think 'bout it," Peroll said, as the two of them drifted down the street from the palace to his family's house. "Talkin' to dead people. There's no one you wanna talk to?"
"I dunno," Mellir said. "I mean, my dead sisters're just babies, not that interested in granparents're uncles're--ooooh."
"Yeah?" Peroll blinked at him.
"Mom's biggest sister--not Rema, th'other one, I f'rget her name--she was a traitor or somethin', died in prison. No one talks 'bout her."
"Oooooh," Peroll said, then stopped. "We could totally do it."
"Yeah? You know how?"
He shook his head. "Nope. But I know it involves fire and stuff. We could prob'ly find a book tellin' us how at the right shop."
Mellir grinned. "We dunneed a shop."
"Yeah?"
"I know which window the Minister've Culture leaves unlocked."
Peroll grinned. "Let's do it. Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"S'a full moon, which is best, yeah?" He shrugged. "Plus you'll prob'ly forget this t'morrow, your memory when you're drunk's not that great."
Mellir shoved his friend, who was drunk enough to go staggering. "You okay?"
Peroll laughed. "No blood! C'mon, let's go break in and talk t'your aunt."
Mellir hesitated half a second--it was probably a bad idea, and Keta was always telling him to think--but how could he decide Important Things if he didn't know what the traitor in his family had actually done?
"Yeah. Let's go meet my aunt."
Story: Mellir's Aunt
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crane White #8. All cheap and debonair (Oh, Mellir.), Fire Opal #2. Insatiable
Supplies and Materials: paint-by-numbers (from Kat), bichromatic, graffiti (Midsummer Night's Dream), canvas (968 FY), brush (orgulous), oils, feathers, charcoal, chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (breaded sole fillet), beading wire, glitter ("The truth is, a moral compass can only point you in the right direction, it can't make you go there. Our culture preaches that you shouldn't be ashamed of anything you do anymore. And unfortunately this city is built on the principle that there's no such thing as guilt. "Do whatever you want, we won't tell." So without a conscience, there's nothing to stop you from killing someone. And evidently you don't even have to feel bad about it." – Gil Grissom, in CSI : Las Vegas), glue ("Your proud lion-like roar is heard all across the land as the winged messenger Mercury flies into your sign today. Your convincing style packs a punch these days and you would be wise to keep turning your volume down as quickly as reality turns it up. Even if you think you are whispering, you may still be quite loud.")
Word Count: 244
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir, Peroll
Warnings: Underage drinking, imminent playing with fire while drunk.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is the incident referenced in The Cover-up. The novelty beads prompt is a homonymical pun.
"Jus' think 'bout it," Peroll said, as the two of them drifted down the street from the palace to his family's house. "Talkin' to dead people. There's no one you wanna talk to?"
"I dunno," Mellir said. "I mean, my dead sisters're just babies, not that interested in granparents're uncles're--ooooh."
"Yeah?" Peroll blinked at him.
"Mom's biggest sister--not Rema, th'other one, I f'rget her name--she was a traitor or somethin', died in prison. No one talks 'bout her."
"Oooooh," Peroll said, then stopped. "We could totally do it."
"Yeah? You know how?"
He shook his head. "Nope. But I know it involves fire and stuff. We could prob'ly find a book tellin' us how at the right shop."
Mellir grinned. "We dunneed a shop."
"Yeah?"
"I know which window the Minister've Culture leaves unlocked."
Peroll grinned. "Let's do it. Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"S'a full moon, which is best, yeah?" He shrugged. "Plus you'll prob'ly forget this t'morrow, your memory when you're drunk's not that great."
Mellir shoved his friend, who was drunk enough to go staggering. "You okay?"
Peroll laughed. "No blood! C'mon, let's go break in and talk t'your aunt."
Mellir hesitated half a second--it was probably a bad idea, and Keta was always telling him to think--but how could he decide Important Things if he didn't know what the traitor in his family had actually done?
"Yeah. Let's go meet my aunt."
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Yyyyyyyyeah. At least no one was hurt when the fire got out of hand?
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