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rainbowfic2014-07-17 10:37 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2014-07-17 10:37 pm
Bistre #13, English Red #17, English Green #5
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Falling
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #13. Those who are too rigid in their beliefs will break rather than bend with fortune's blows., English Red #17. Once put out thy light, thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat that can thy light relume. (Othello, V.ii), English Green #5. O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day, which now shows all the beauty of the sun, and by and by a cloud takes all away! (Two Gentlemen of Verona, I.iii)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, photography, watercolors, oils, feathers, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card O2 "falling apart"), glitter ("Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand." – Hayley Williams)
Word Count: 253
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kellom, Fera
Warnings: Discussion of war and genocide, acceptance of likely imminent death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
He can't quite bring himself to say goodbye.
It isn't that he loves her--he doesn't--but that...she is always there, behind him, giving everything he asks of her and more. She always has been, since the day he married her--perhaps even from the day they met.
She is his constant, he realizes--his peace. And he knows it's going wrong (though he still doesn't quite understand how), and a part of him knows that, if it does all end tomorrow, if they do penetrate the wall, he won't be coming back. And he knows that, despite how poor a husband he has always been, she loves him deeply; he is her world. And he can't bear to bring her world crashing down around her.
The way his is crashing down around him.
So he doesn't say goodbye, even though he knows this will probably be the last time she sees him. He pretends like everything is normal, and he sees in her eyes that she sees where he is falling, but she grants him that peace--that dignity--and she pretends too. She is far stronger than he gave her credit for--far stronger, in her way, than he is.
She deserves so much better than he gave her.
He doesn't love her--he never has--but part of him, as he walks away, starts to wonder. If he'd tried a little harder, if he'd paid a little more attention...perhaps he would have loved her, in the end.
He only wishes he had time to make it right.
Story: Falling
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #13. Those who are too rigid in their beliefs will break rather than bend with fortune's blows., English Red #17. Once put out thy light, thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat that can thy light relume. (Othello, V.ii), English Green #5. O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day, which now shows all the beauty of the sun, and by and by a cloud takes all away! (Two Gentlemen of Verona, I.iii)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, photography, watercolors, oils, feathers, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card O2 "falling apart"), glitter ("Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand." – Hayley Williams)
Word Count: 253
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kellom, Fera
Warnings: Discussion of war and genocide, acceptance of likely imminent death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
He can't quite bring himself to say goodbye.
It isn't that he loves her--he doesn't--but that...she is always there, behind him, giving everything he asks of her and more. She always has been, since the day he married her--perhaps even from the day they met.
She is his constant, he realizes--his peace. And he knows it's going wrong (though he still doesn't quite understand how), and a part of him knows that, if it does all end tomorrow, if they do penetrate the wall, he won't be coming back. And he knows that, despite how poor a husband he has always been, she loves him deeply; he is her world. And he can't bear to bring her world crashing down around her.
The way his is crashing down around him.
So he doesn't say goodbye, even though he knows this will probably be the last time she sees him. He pretends like everything is normal, and he sees in her eyes that she sees where he is falling, but she grants him that peace--that dignity--and she pretends too. She is far stronger than he gave her credit for--far stronger, in her way, than he is.
She deserves so much better than he gave her.
He doesn't love her--he never has--but part of him, as he walks away, starts to wonder. If he'd tried a little harder, if he'd paid a little more attention...perhaps he would have loved her, in the end.
He only wishes he had time to make it right.
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Yeah, it is a side of Kellom we don't see very much--occasionally with Andrell or Tana (though not romantic, except in that one AU). He is a cold and intensely private person. If he had opened up more to Fera, he might well have handled things differently.
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He...kind of does? If he weren't more or less walking to his death, he probably wouldn't feel this way, but at the moment, yeah.
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Although that kinda makes his other actions even worse, because he's not a sociopath. Ew.
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Yyyyyyyeah. On the one hand, it's nice when Kellom's better qualities shine through, because one-note villains are boring. On the other hand, that makes his worse qualities so much worse.
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Kellom doesn't realize how much he actually likes Fera until he knows he's about to die, and realizes how much it bugs him that he's obviously done her wrong. So...yeah.