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rainbowfic2013-12-06 06:25 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-12-06 06:25 pm
Glitter #18, Sunruse #14, Fake Blood Red #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: care
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Glitter #18. On the street where you live. - My Fair Lady, Transparent #14. Sunrise, Fake Blood Red #9. I'm mad! I'm out of my tiny little mind! I'm screwy-louie, I'm... see, this is acting.
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (In SPACE AU), acrylic, feathers, charcoal, glitter ("Love is a beautiful fear." – Quote from Elite, by Kiera Cass)
Word Count:
Rating: R
Characters: Tana
Warnings: References to incest, adultery, and a runaway child, brief sexist language
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Glitter!
He has to care. Sorell is his son. I’ll walk up, I’ll knock on the door, he’ll answer, I’ll tell him, he’ll care, and we’ll go looking together.
He will care. He will. Even if he never has before. And then everything will be right—the two of us and our boy, a happy family; his bitch wife will overhear and get out of our way.
If I wasn’t so mad at Sorell, I’d almost be grateful. By running away, he’s fixed our family.
All I have to do is go knock on Kellom’s door. Then everything will be perfect.
Story: care
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Glitter #18. On the street where you live. - My Fair Lady, Transparent #14. Sunrise, Fake Blood Red #9. I'm mad! I'm out of my tiny little mind! I'm screwy-louie, I'm... see, this is acting.
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (In SPACE AU), acrylic, feathers, charcoal, glitter ("Love is a beautiful fear." – Quote from Elite, by Kiera Cass)
Word Count:
Rating: R
Characters: Tana
Warnings: References to incest, adultery, and a runaway child, brief sexist language
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Glitter!
He has to care. Sorell is his son. I’ll walk up, I’ll knock on the door, he’ll answer, I’ll tell him, he’ll care, and we’ll go looking together.
He will care. He will. Even if he never has before. And then everything will be right—the two of us and our boy, a happy family; his bitch wife will overhear and get out of our way.
If I wasn’t so mad at Sorell, I’d almost be grateful. By running away, he’s fixed our family.
All I have to do is go knock on Kellom’s door. Then everything will be perfect.