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rainbowfic2012-02-24 09:03 pm
impactings) wrote in rainbowfic2012-02-24 09:03 pm
Entry tags:
rust #10, white opal #19, alice blue #3
Name: Thai
Title: ghosts on the back are calm in the black
Story: Blood Princess
Timeline: I am rearranging the timeline alskfejs it's so unwieldy right now. Asma is 6; the Rocmother is Some Crazy Old.
Colors: Rust #10 - porcelain doll; White Opal #19 - when I was young I wanted to be...; Alice Blue #3 - I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then
Supplies and Materials: None
Word Count: 482
Rating: G
Warnings: POSSIBLY TOO MUCH ADORABLE
Notes: Am I the worst at rainbowfic? Yes. Yes, I am. Oops.
"Mama?"
Izdihar twitched. Her fingers relaxed, the tight claws she'd made of them uncurling from the handle of the brush. Unaware of the fading fury still making a vein pulse in her mother's neck, Asma wriggled in her lap, trying to turn and look at her. "Mama, are you paying attention? I have a question - "
"What is it, Blue Girl?" The Rocmother pressed her lips to the back of Asma's head, then leaned back, resuming her task. The princess chirped happily - a sound so birdlike it made Izdihar smile - her toes curling.
"Well, what I wanna know - "
"Want to - "
"Want to know, Mother, is why I don't have any brothers or sisters or anything - "
Izdihar froze, the brush halfway down the dark mass of Asma's curls. The child didn't notice, blithely continuing, "Janan and Haytham have a lot of brothers and sisters, at least, they did, Janan says a lot of hers are gone and she only knows where one of her sisters is, and Haytham thinks he knows where a couple of his brothers are and he still talks with his sister, and I was talking with a guard - "
Izdihar's tongue found itself. "A guard?"
Her voice was sharper than she meant it to be. Asma hunched her shoulders, a guilty expression flitting across her face. "Nur, Haytham's friend, she says most Rocs have a lot of brothers and sisters..."
The guilt faded to a tight, thoughtful frown. "And then her friend punched her in the shoulder, which I thought was really rude! You're not supposed to punch people, are you?"
Her heart was beating fast in her chest, panic bubbling coolly in the pit of her stomach. Izdihar swallowed, forcing herself to continue pulling the brush through Asma's hair. "Not unless you're told to, Asma. You... were special."
"How?"
"You were born at a special time. Eggs don't always hatch, Little Blue, and it turned out that your clutch came at the wrong time. For everyone else. You were the only one to hatch."
Asma was still frowning; her eyes were dark, almost black, and she pulled her head away from the next brushstroke. Izdihar set the brush down.
"... You aren't disappointed in me, are you, Mama?"
"For what, dear heart?" Asma was still a child; her hair was like black silk in the Rocmother's fingers, and her arms were warm curled around her mother's waist. "For being born?"
"Well, no, I mean... for not having brothers or sisters - "
Forget that half hour of work. Izdihar blew hard into the mess of Asma's hair, sending it into a wild, tangled halo. Her daughter giggled, then let out a shriek of laughter when the Rocmother wriggled her fingers against her ticklish side.
"I wouldn't want anyone else," Izdihar told her, and kissed her on the temple. "Not one other person, Little Blue Girl."
Title: ghosts on the back are calm in the black
Story: Blood Princess
Timeline: I am rearranging the timeline alskfejs it's so unwieldy right now. Asma is 6; the Rocmother is Some Crazy Old.
Colors: Rust #10 - porcelain doll; White Opal #19 - when I was young I wanted to be...; Alice Blue #3 - I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then
Supplies and Materials: None
Word Count: 482
Rating: G
Warnings: POSSIBLY TOO MUCH ADORABLE
Notes: Am I the worst at rainbowfic? Yes. Yes, I am. Oops.
"Mama?"
Izdihar twitched. Her fingers relaxed, the tight claws she'd made of them uncurling from the handle of the brush. Unaware of the fading fury still making a vein pulse in her mother's neck, Asma wriggled in her lap, trying to turn and look at her. "Mama, are you paying attention? I have a question - "
"What is it, Blue Girl?" The Rocmother pressed her lips to the back of Asma's head, then leaned back, resuming her task. The princess chirped happily - a sound so birdlike it made Izdihar smile - her toes curling.
"Well, what I wanna know - "
"Want to - "
"Want to know, Mother, is why I don't have any brothers or sisters or anything - "
Izdihar froze, the brush halfway down the dark mass of Asma's curls. The child didn't notice, blithely continuing, "Janan and Haytham have a lot of brothers and sisters, at least, they did, Janan says a lot of hers are gone and she only knows where one of her sisters is, and Haytham thinks he knows where a couple of his brothers are and he still talks with his sister, and I was talking with a guard - "
Izdihar's tongue found itself. "A guard?"
Her voice was sharper than she meant it to be. Asma hunched her shoulders, a guilty expression flitting across her face. "Nur, Haytham's friend, she says most Rocs have a lot of brothers and sisters..."
The guilt faded to a tight, thoughtful frown. "And then her friend punched her in the shoulder, which I thought was really rude! You're not supposed to punch people, are you?"
Her heart was beating fast in her chest, panic bubbling coolly in the pit of her stomach. Izdihar swallowed, forcing herself to continue pulling the brush through Asma's hair. "Not unless you're told to, Asma. You... were special."
"How?"
"You were born at a special time. Eggs don't always hatch, Little Blue, and it turned out that your clutch came at the wrong time. For everyone else. You were the only one to hatch."
Asma was still frowning; her eyes were dark, almost black, and she pulled her head away from the next brushstroke. Izdihar set the brush down.
"... You aren't disappointed in me, are you, Mama?"
"For what, dear heart?" Asma was still a child; her hair was like black silk in the Rocmother's fingers, and her arms were warm curled around her mother's waist. "For being born?"
"Well, no, I mean... for not having brothers or sisters - "
Forget that half hour of work. Izdihar blew hard into the mess of Asma's hair, sending it into a wild, tangled halo. Her daughter giggled, then let out a shriek of laughter when the Rocmother wriggled her fingers against her ticklish side.
"I wouldn't want anyone else," Izdihar told her, and kissed her on the temple. "Not one other person, Little Blue Girl."
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Wonderful job, bb.
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Thank you, dear ♥ I am trying to get back into writing more often bluhfselfj.
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Everything I write has some measure of Sadface in it. It annoys me. >:TThank you so much for reading!no subject
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Thank you!
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