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rainbowfic2015-10-27 10:26 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-10-27 10:26 pm
Tuscan Red #4, Jade #7
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Faith
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Tuscan Red #4. Chi più sa, meno crede./The more one knows, the less one believes., Jade #7. In my dream we were far apart, I found it hard to call/Hurriedly I try to write, but find the ink too thin
Supplies and Materials: photography, bichromatic, retouch, fabric, novelty beads ("When Heaven's Not Far Away", Cold), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 291
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mariko
Warnings: References to the fire
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Mariko had never really been religious, but she wasn’t really a vehement atheist, either. It was more that religion had never been all that relevant to her daily life, except the "respect others’ faiths no matter how ridiculous it seems" rule she’d gotten hammered into her when training for her CSP job a lifetime ago. But even that had had nothing to do with what she believed, which she’d never really thought seriously about before. Probably part of it was that her parents hadn’t been particularly devout, either. She couldn’t remember going to any kind of religious service as a kid other than a couple of coming-of-age festivals Mom had brought her to, and Dad’s grandmother’s funeral when she was four.
And yet, here she was. She had fallen in love with the literal Devil, and spoken with an Archangel (if that's what Gabriel really was), and Lux had said Simon was some kind of angel-human hybrid…
Of couse, it was possible that this was all a fever dream, or a coma fantasy, or something. Maybe she’d never woken up after the fire, and this whole thing was her damaged brain trying to fill in the gaps in a way that softened Lux’s betrayal, even a little bit.
Except that couldn’t be right, because a) she was not this cruel, and b) she was not this creative.
But, in the end, did it really matter? Whether this was real-real or just a dream, it was her reality for the foreseeable future. She had fallen in love with the Devil, and gotten herself tangled in a mess of mythological family politics she had barely registered ten years ago.
Either way, faith was a hell of a lot more relevant to her now.
Story: Faith
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Tuscan Red #4. Chi più sa, meno crede./The more one knows, the less one believes., Jade #7. In my dream we were far apart, I found it hard to call/Hurriedly I try to write, but find the ink too thin
Supplies and Materials: photography, bichromatic, retouch, fabric, novelty beads ("When Heaven's Not Far Away", Cold), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 291
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mariko
Warnings: References to the fire
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Mariko had never really been religious, but she wasn’t really a vehement atheist, either. It was more that religion had never been all that relevant to her daily life, except the "respect others’ faiths no matter how ridiculous it seems" rule she’d gotten hammered into her when training for her CSP job a lifetime ago. But even that had had nothing to do with what she believed, which she’d never really thought seriously about before. Probably part of it was that her parents hadn’t been particularly devout, either. She couldn’t remember going to any kind of religious service as a kid other than a couple of coming-of-age festivals Mom had brought her to, and Dad’s grandmother’s funeral when she was four.
And yet, here she was. She had fallen in love with the literal Devil, and spoken with an Archangel (if that's what Gabriel really was), and Lux had said Simon was some kind of angel-human hybrid…
Of couse, it was possible that this was all a fever dream, or a coma fantasy, or something. Maybe she’d never woken up after the fire, and this whole thing was her damaged brain trying to fill in the gaps in a way that softened Lux’s betrayal, even a little bit.
Except that couldn’t be right, because a) she was not this cruel, and b) she was not this creative.
But, in the end, did it really matter? Whether this was real-real or just a dream, it was her reality for the foreseeable future. She had fallen in love with the Devil, and gotten herself tangled in a mess of mythological family politics she had barely registered ten years ago.
Either way, faith was a hell of a lot more relevant to her now.