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rainbowfic2014-01-12 12:01 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2014-01-12 12:01 pm
Pearls of wisdom 12 - Seed beads - charcoal
Name: Kana
Title: Pain
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters: The King, Nelly, Rafael, Timmy
Colors: Pearls of wisdom 12. Some things need doing better than they've ever been done before. Some just need doing. Others don't need doing at all. Know which is which
Supplies and Styles: Seed beads, charcoal
Word count: 765
Rating: PG13
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompt used: The scream was beautiful
Follows up on http://rainbowfic.dreamwidth.org/854285.html
The King smiles, cruelly, when the guard all but drags her in. Her hair falling before her face when she looks down. No one ever dares looking him in the eye. He doesn’t mind. Not at all. He relishes in the fact that everyone is afraid of him. Everyone. Even though this girl showed spirit the evening before. It had surprised the King. It had… almost impressed him.
A merciless chuckle escapes him when he looks around. Two men, more dead than alive. At his merci. And a girl. A sister. A lover. Not yet aware of the situation her loved ones are in.
There is a slight light of madness in his eyes when he sees her look up. When he sees how her eyes widen. And her mouth. The scream that does not leave her lips. Even though he knows she wants to. There are tears shimmering in her eyes. He can’t see it, the distance between them just too big, but they are there. He knows. As he knows how much she wants to pull free and run to them and hug them and kiss them and free them from their shackles. He knows…
Almost laughing he stands up. Leaving his throne and walking down the steps so he stands before her. Between her and the men. Blocking her view. Despite the tears, the fire is still burning in her eyes. Once more, it almost impresses him.
One nod of his head, his hand pointing towards her brother. Nelly’s eyes widen when she sees the guard that is holding Timmy raise his sword.
“NOOOO!”
Her scream pierces the silence and she struggles against the arms holding her back.
The King holds up his hand, it makes the sword stop mid-air and a relieved sigh escapes her. She sees the desperate looks in the eyes of her brother and her lover. Sees the malicious and satisfied look on the King’s face. Everything about the man breaths ‘death’.
He shoots her one last icy glare. Before turning towards the two men.
“I wonder who of you two she loves the most…”
Their eyes widen and Rafael even tries to struggle against his bounds. The sword against his throat soon makes him stop the effort though.
“You bastard.”
He spits at the King’s feet. And Nelly winches when she sees it’s more blood than spit. Flinches at the boldness of his words.
“Hahaha.”
His laugh is cold and uncaring and it sends shivers down Nelly’s spine.
He walks closer to them. A hand reaching out, fingers gliding over Rafael’s face.
“The three of you will pay for leading that uprise.”
A snap of his fingers. The guards who are holding them, push them to the ground. Making the three of them sit down on their knees. Keeping pressure in their neck, so they can’t look up.
They can hear steps coming closer. Two pair of shoes stopping right in front of them. And a couple of seconds later, they see Alex falling down on hands and knees.
Rafael screams when he sees his little brother. Just as beaten up as he and Timmy are.
Pain filled eyes look aside and he can see the tears running down Alex’ face.
“Let him go!”
Once more he tries fighting his guard. But the torture has weakened him and he is soon pushed against the floor again.
“Still so protective…”
The King’s sneering voice. Coming from somewhere above him. Behind him.
“Despite his betrayal?”
Rafael raises his head again. Looking at his younger brother. He had known it was Alex who shouted to the guards. Had recognized his voice. Immediately. Had known it would get them all captured and killed. And yet… Yet…
“You’re not even angry with him?”
Despite the question, there is no surprise to be heard in the King’s voice. As if he knew. As if he knows.
There is pain and sadness and guilt on Alex' face. Soon to be replaced by surprise at hearing the King's words. And relieve when he sees the confirmation on Rafael's face.
Another snap of The King's fingers and the guards drag them to their feet again, guiding them out of the room, separating them again, bringing each of them to their own cell, as far from each other as possible...
They all know, without it needing to be said, that tomorrow will be the day where they'll pay for their Rebellion. And what is worse than knowing that, is not being together, not being able to comfort each other, not being able to keep each other strong...
Title: Pain
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters: The King, Nelly, Rafael, Timmy
Colors: Pearls of wisdom 12. Some things need doing better than they've ever been done before. Some just need doing. Others don't need doing at all. Know which is which
Supplies and Styles: Seed beads, charcoal
Word count: 765
Rating: PG13
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompt used: The scream was beautiful
Follows up on http://rainbowfic.dreamwidth.org/854285.html
The King smiles, cruelly, when the guard all but drags her in. Her hair falling before her face when she looks down. No one ever dares looking him in the eye. He doesn’t mind. Not at all. He relishes in the fact that everyone is afraid of him. Everyone. Even though this girl showed spirit the evening before. It had surprised the King. It had… almost impressed him.
A merciless chuckle escapes him when he looks around. Two men, more dead than alive. At his merci. And a girl. A sister. A lover. Not yet aware of the situation her loved ones are in.
There is a slight light of madness in his eyes when he sees her look up. When he sees how her eyes widen. And her mouth. The scream that does not leave her lips. Even though he knows she wants to. There are tears shimmering in her eyes. He can’t see it, the distance between them just too big, but they are there. He knows. As he knows how much she wants to pull free and run to them and hug them and kiss them and free them from their shackles. He knows…
Almost laughing he stands up. Leaving his throne and walking down the steps so he stands before her. Between her and the men. Blocking her view. Despite the tears, the fire is still burning in her eyes. Once more, it almost impresses him.
One nod of his head, his hand pointing towards her brother. Nelly’s eyes widen when she sees the guard that is holding Timmy raise his sword.
“NOOOO!”
Her scream pierces the silence and she struggles against the arms holding her back.
The King holds up his hand, it makes the sword stop mid-air and a relieved sigh escapes her. She sees the desperate looks in the eyes of her brother and her lover. Sees the malicious and satisfied look on the King’s face. Everything about the man breaths ‘death’.
He shoots her one last icy glare. Before turning towards the two men.
“I wonder who of you two she loves the most…”
Their eyes widen and Rafael even tries to struggle against his bounds. The sword against his throat soon makes him stop the effort though.
“You bastard.”
He spits at the King’s feet. And Nelly winches when she sees it’s more blood than spit. Flinches at the boldness of his words.
“Hahaha.”
His laugh is cold and uncaring and it sends shivers down Nelly’s spine.
He walks closer to them. A hand reaching out, fingers gliding over Rafael’s face.
“The three of you will pay for leading that uprise.”
A snap of his fingers. The guards who are holding them, push them to the ground. Making the three of them sit down on their knees. Keeping pressure in their neck, so they can’t look up.
They can hear steps coming closer. Two pair of shoes stopping right in front of them. And a couple of seconds later, they see Alex falling down on hands and knees.
Rafael screams when he sees his little brother. Just as beaten up as he and Timmy are.
Pain filled eyes look aside and he can see the tears running down Alex’ face.
“Let him go!”
Once more he tries fighting his guard. But the torture has weakened him and he is soon pushed against the floor again.
“Still so protective…”
The King’s sneering voice. Coming from somewhere above him. Behind him.
“Despite his betrayal?”
Rafael raises his head again. Looking at his younger brother. He had known it was Alex who shouted to the guards. Had recognized his voice. Immediately. Had known it would get them all captured and killed. And yet… Yet…
“You’re not even angry with him?”
Despite the question, there is no surprise to be heard in the King’s voice. As if he knew. As if he knows.
There is pain and sadness and guilt on Alex' face. Soon to be replaced by surprise at hearing the King's words. And relieve when he sees the confirmation on Rafael's face.
Another snap of The King's fingers and the guards drag them to their feet again, guiding them out of the room, separating them again, bringing each of them to their own cell, as far from each other as possible...
They all know, without it needing to be said, that tomorrow will be the day where they'll pay for their Rebellion. And what is worse than knowing that, is not being together, not being able to comfort each other, not being able to keep each other strong...
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And it is indeed going to be his undoing. :-/
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Thrilling part of the story, I was close to biting my nails full of anticipation what would happen next.
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Close to biting your nails? :-O *blush* Thanks for the compliment! ^^