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rainbowfic2013-10-04 09:49 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-04 09:49 pm
Spilt Ink #15, Dirt Brown #24, Fake Blood Red #2
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Vows
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Spilt Ink #15. Should any child be reading this in a history book, you should know that we loved., Dirt Brown #24. Wisdom, Fake Blood Red #2. And get some props!
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, bichromatic, frame, oils, novelty beads (make a pledge), beading wire, glitter ("What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?" – Friedrich Nietzsche)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz wasn’t much for words.
She didn’t think them weak. Stories were made of words. Words could lure a man to her side.
But words came second. Stories were told after deeds were done. Words couldn’t lure a man not already impressed.
And vows were made after love. She didn’t need vows to love Dallu. She already did. Mere words couldn’t make her likelier to continue.
But tradition was tradition, so she would vow. And, well, the stories came after the deeds, true.
The deeds had been done, were being done, would be done.
The vows would be their story.
Story: Vows
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Spilt Ink #15. Should any child be reading this in a history book, you should know that we loved., Dirt Brown #24. Wisdom, Fake Blood Red #2. And get some props!
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, bichromatic, frame, oils, novelty beads (make a pledge), beading wire, glitter ("What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?" – Friedrich Nietzsche)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz wasn’t much for words.
She didn’t think them weak. Stories were made of words. Words could lure a man to her side.
But words came second. Stories were told after deeds were done. Words couldn’t lure a man not already impressed.
And vows were made after love. She didn’t need vows to love Dallu. She already did. Mere words couldn’t make her likelier to continue.
But tradition was tradition, so she would vow. And, well, the stories came after the deeds, true.
The deeds had been done, were being done, would be done.
The vows would be their story.
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