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rainbowfic2013-12-16 07:56 pm
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Fake Blood Red #15, Transparent #1, Skyblue Pink with STriped Polka Dots #2
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Empathy
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fake Blood Red #15. My biological clock is ticking and I want babies now!, Transparent #1. Wind/Breeze, Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #2. “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than you.” (Still your dreams and my nightmare remain)
Supplies and Materials: photography, paint-by-numbers (from kana), frame, fabric, seed beads, novelty beads (If we were our bodies/If we were our futures/If we were our defenses i'd be joining you - Alanis Morissette, "Joining You"), glitter (hope)
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera
Warnings: Discussion of fertility difficulties
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Fera can’t quite put into words how she feels, each time Sola writes her that their sister-in-law has lost another. A small, selfish part of her is…relieved isn’t quite the word, but something close to it. It means something, to that part of her, that she isn’t the only one who failed to secure a stable future.
Another part is absurdly jealous. Fera herself never…well, there had been one time, when almost—but she had only been three days late, and no one had ever even known. At least Nolani has proven she is capable, if unsuccessful so far.
A larger part feels guilty, for the first two, for all of it. Surely, her sister-in-law must have it worse, to feel the changes in her body begin and then have it all ripped away. Better to never hope than to be crushed time and time again.
No matter how hard she tries, Fera can’t quite convince herself of that.
Mostly, she burns the letters, or if there’s other news, she replies to everything but the mention of that. Her heart bleeds for her sister, for herself, for all that either of them may have had but never held. She needs to know, of course she needs to know, but she can’t acknowledge it, can’t face it. If she is going to put her failed marriage behind her and move on with her life, she can’t get too close, can’t feel too much. Not for the new Queen. Not about this.
But sometimes, she lets the other part out, that tiny little fragment of her mind that isn’t swept up by relief, or jealousy, or guilt—that still hopes that one of them, at least, can have what they both tried so hard to achieve.
Story: Empathy
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fake Blood Red #15. My biological clock is ticking and I want babies now!, Transparent #1. Wind/Breeze, Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #2. “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than you.” (Still your dreams and my nightmare remain)
Supplies and Materials: photography, paint-by-numbers (from kana), frame, fabric, seed beads, novelty beads (If we were our bodies/If we were our futures/If we were our defenses i'd be joining you - Alanis Morissette, "Joining You"), glitter (hope)
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Fera
Warnings: Discussion of fertility difficulties
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Fera can’t quite put into words how she feels, each time Sola writes her that their sister-in-law has lost another. A small, selfish part of her is…relieved isn’t quite the word, but something close to it. It means something, to that part of her, that she isn’t the only one who failed to secure a stable future.
Another part is absurdly jealous. Fera herself never…well, there had been one time, when almost—but she had only been three days late, and no one had ever even known. At least Nolani has proven she is capable, if unsuccessful so far.
A larger part feels guilty, for the first two, for all of it. Surely, her sister-in-law must have it worse, to feel the changes in her body begin and then have it all ripped away. Better to never hope than to be crushed time and time again.
No matter how hard she tries, Fera can’t quite convince herself of that.
Mostly, she burns the letters, or if there’s other news, she replies to everything but the mention of that. Her heart bleeds for her sister, for herself, for all that either of them may have had but never held. She needs to know, of course she needs to know, but she can’t acknowledge it, can’t face it. If she is going to put her failed marriage behind her and move on with her life, she can’t get too close, can’t feel too much. Not for the new Queen. Not about this.
But sometimes, she lets the other part out, that tiny little fragment of her mind that isn’t swept up by relief, or jealousy, or guilt—that still hopes that one of them, at least, can have what they both tried so hard to achieve.
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