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Entry tags:
Summertime Blues #11, Byzantium #8, Bittersweet #1
Name: shadowsong26
Story: On Fear
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Summertime Blues #11. Without respite, without cause., Byzantium #8. After death, nothing, and death itself is nothing., Bittersweet #1. growing apart
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (lint roller, kay_brooke's question: Isshiri, what was your most terrifying experience?), photography, bichromatic, frame, brush (permeate), watercolors, chalk, novelty beads (My secret is practice. - David Beckham), yarn, glitter, glue ("Lately you can't stop dreaming about an amazing vacation to an exotic destination...Luckily, you are fully capable of enjoying the present moment even with the unrealized wonders of the future still in front of you.")
Word Count: 315
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: References to assassination attempts and violence involving children
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The thing about fear, for me, is…well, I’ve been in some form of danger essentially all my life. I suppose it comes with the territory of being a member of a royal family riddled with assassinations and power-mongering, and with being a fire-mage, since about a third of us self-destruct, one way or another, by the time we’re in our mid-twenties. Add to that the fact that I have an insatiable need to explore new places…
I guess it’s really something I sort of accept. Mortal peril is the background noise of my life. The only real exception would be the first time—because it was the first time, because I was seven, and because it came from someone I loved and trusted.
But now…it’s just a fact of life for me. I’ll get in over my head, or Mother will push too far, or someone will try to make a Point to Nolani. I get out of it, and I live to see another adventure. Getting caught up in the fear of it all is just…it makes it that much more dangerous. So I don’t. I mean, there’s the adrenaline rush, of course, but I usually don’t let myself—or don’t have time—to think about how bad it all is until after it’s over. And by then it’s an entertaining story to use to drive my sister to distraction.
So, I don’t get scared. Or, at least, I don’t notice when I do. And the places I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, the people I’ve met…they make the danger worth it. So, while sometimes even I sort of flinch at how close things got, I wouldn’t trade any of it—any of my terrifying experiences—for the world.
Story: On Fear
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Summertime Blues #11. Without respite, without cause., Byzantium #8. After death, nothing, and death itself is nothing., Bittersweet #1. growing apart
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (lint roller, kay_brooke's question: Isshiri, what was your most terrifying experience?), photography, bichromatic, frame, brush (permeate), watercolors, chalk, novelty beads (My secret is practice. - David Beckham), yarn, glitter, glue ("Lately you can't stop dreaming about an amazing vacation to an exotic destination...Luckily, you are fully capable of enjoying the present moment even with the unrealized wonders of the future still in front of you.")
Word Count: 315
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: References to assassination attempts and violence involving children
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The thing about fear, for me, is…well, I’ve been in some form of danger essentially all my life. I suppose it comes with the territory of being a member of a royal family riddled with assassinations and power-mongering, and with being a fire-mage, since about a third of us self-destruct, one way or another, by the time we’re in our mid-twenties. Add to that the fact that I have an insatiable need to explore new places…
I guess it’s really something I sort of accept. Mortal peril is the background noise of my life. The only real exception would be the first time—because it was the first time, because I was seven, and because it came from someone I loved and trusted.
But now…it’s just a fact of life for me. I’ll get in over my head, or Mother will push too far, or someone will try to make a Point to Nolani. I get out of it, and I live to see another adventure. Getting caught up in the fear of it all is just…it makes it that much more dangerous. So I don’t. I mean, there’s the adrenaline rush, of course, but I usually don’t let myself—or don’t have time—to think about how bad it all is until after it’s over. And by then it’s an entertaining story to use to drive my sister to distraction.
So, I don’t get scared. Or, at least, I don’t notice when I do. And the places I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, the people I’ve met…they make the danger worth it. So, while sometimes even I sort of flinch at how close things got, I wouldn’t trade any of it—any of my terrifying experiences—for the world.
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Isshiri is really chill about the whole 'mortal peril' thing by the time he's in his late teens. Which, on the one hand, helps him stay clear in a crisis, but, on the other, leads to him having a sort of "ooooh, what does THIS button do?" approach to the world. Nolani and Telri despair of curing him of it. Even Taz would call him reckless. Taz.
But, yeah, Ulore and that attack does terrify him. In part because he didn't choose it, but also because of the long-term consequences. Also, as he points out, he was seven at the time, and hadn't developed this blase attitude towards danger yet.
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Thank you ^_^