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rainbowfic2014-07-13 10:04 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2014-07-13 10:04 pm
Entry tags:
English Green #13, English Red #11, Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #14
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Three Days
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: English Green #13. All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. (Troilus and Cressida, III.ii), English Red #11. O, I am fortune's fool! (Romeo and Juliet, III.i), Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #14. “From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.” (I want that pillow, it’s fluffier)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from dark_kana), eraser (Assassination AU), stain, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card N1 "under pressure"), novelty beads, glitter (trouble)
Word Count: 508
Rating: R
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: References to fratricide, genocide, war, and alcoholism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots, yay!
Three days.
He'd been king for all of three days, and he already deeply, deeply regretted putting himself in this position.
"We need to offer a cease-fire," he said, for the fifth time.
"You would back out of the war? They attacked us, Majesty," the Minister of War said.
Mellir rubbed at his temples, and then clenched his fists to keep his hands from visibly shaking. "And we've lost two kings in as many years, there are riots every other week, my brother's murderer has not been caught--we need to clean up our own house before we focus on retaliating against Glass and the others. I'm not saying surrender, I'm saying cease-fire." It was so painfully obvious to him--one would think that the gentlemen on the council, who had over a century of governmental experience between them, would see it.
Gods, he needed a drink.
"If we ask for a cease-fire, Majesty, we'll expose those problems to the world," the Minister replied, slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "They will fall on us and destroy us."
Mellir wanted to strangle him.
"Fine," he said, more because he was sick of arguing than because he thought the Minister was right. "But the Purge is on hold until things stabilize."
More uproar. Of course. Kellom had surrounded himself with narrow-minded idiots who couldn't see past Glory and Purity and--
"Shut up!"
Miraculousy, that actually worked.
Well, then again, his father and his brother would never have snapped at the entire council like this. He'd probably shocked them silent. Of course, his father and his brother wouldn't have needed to snap at the entire council like this, but that was irrelevant.
"The War continues. The Purge is on hold. We're done here."
Before they could argue any more, he stood up and stalked out of the room.
One more meeting survived, and how long until the put together that he had been the one to kill his predecessor? Dammit, he was in over his head here.
All right, one drink, to calm down and dull the headache, then he would go see Keta. And Andrell, too, Andrell was good with people. And Sola. He would need Sola.
Except--no, he couldn't tell any of them the murder problem, now could he? All they could help with was the politics. And, if he were honest with himself--which he always tried to be--if he had one drink to calm himself down, he'd have another and another, and get drunk enough to loosen his tongue and tell his siblings something he shouldn't.
Tomorrow, then. Before the council meeting. He'd get their advice tomorrow.
He shut the door in his bodyguards' faces, locked it behind himself, and poured a drink. Tonight, he would finally have some peace--no one complaining at him, or judging him, or--just peace and quiet.
Tomorrow, he'd have to be King again, and maybe he'd finally accomplish all he wanted.
Maybe on the fourth day, it would be a little easier.
Story: Three Days
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: English Green #13. All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. (Troilus and Cressida, III.ii), English Red #11. O, I am fortune's fool! (Romeo and Juliet, III.i), Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #14. “From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.” (I want that pillow, it’s fluffier)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from dark_kana), eraser (Assassination AU), stain, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card N1 "under pressure"), novelty beads, glitter (trouble)
Word Count: 508
Rating: R
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: References to fratricide, genocide, war, and alcoholism
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots, yay!
Three days.
He'd been king for all of three days, and he already deeply, deeply regretted putting himself in this position.
"We need to offer a cease-fire," he said, for the fifth time.
"You would back out of the war? They attacked us, Majesty," the Minister of War said.
Mellir rubbed at his temples, and then clenched his fists to keep his hands from visibly shaking. "And we've lost two kings in as many years, there are riots every other week, my brother's murderer has not been caught--we need to clean up our own house before we focus on retaliating against Glass and the others. I'm not saying surrender, I'm saying cease-fire." It was so painfully obvious to him--one would think that the gentlemen on the council, who had over a century of governmental experience between them, would see it.
Gods, he needed a drink.
"If we ask for a cease-fire, Majesty, we'll expose those problems to the world," the Minister replied, slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "They will fall on us and destroy us."
Mellir wanted to strangle him.
"Fine," he said, more because he was sick of arguing than because he thought the Minister was right. "But the Purge is on hold until things stabilize."
More uproar. Of course. Kellom had surrounded himself with narrow-minded idiots who couldn't see past Glory and Purity and--
"Shut up!"
Miraculousy, that actually worked.
Well, then again, his father and his brother would never have snapped at the entire council like this. He'd probably shocked them silent. Of course, his father and his brother wouldn't have needed to snap at the entire council like this, but that was irrelevant.
"The War continues. The Purge is on hold. We're done here."
Before they could argue any more, he stood up and stalked out of the room.
One more meeting survived, and how long until the put together that he had been the one to kill his predecessor? Dammit, he was in over his head here.
All right, one drink, to calm down and dull the headache, then he would go see Keta. And Andrell, too, Andrell was good with people. And Sola. He would need Sola.
Except--no, he couldn't tell any of them the murder problem, now could he? All they could help with was the politics. And, if he were honest with himself--which he always tried to be--if he had one drink to calm himself down, he'd have another and another, and get drunk enough to loosen his tongue and tell his siblings something he shouldn't.
Tomorrow, then. Before the council meeting. He'd get their advice tomorrow.
He shut the door in his bodyguards' faces, locked it behind himself, and poured a drink. Tonight, he would finally have some peace--no one complaining at him, or judging him, or--just peace and quiet.
Tomorrow, he'd have to be King again, and maybe he'd finally accomplish all he wanted.
Maybe on the fourth day, it would be a little easier.
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Mellir reeeeeally did not think this through. He...well, about 60% started from a good place (Kellom is destabilizing things/getting us all killed), but...yeah. Oh, Mellir.
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Well, as kay_brooke pointed out, this is like 80% his fault, since he's the one who committed regicide/fratricide in the first place, but yeah.
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Indeed he did not. And he will seriously consider firing everyone. Though probably not literally. He's already killed his brother, he doesn't want to kill a bunch of the other leaders of the realm.
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And yes, I still feel for him in a way- his need to be alone and drunk has a poignancy to it.
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Mellir is an idiot and a drunk, but generally he means well? So, yeah...