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rainbowfic2016-08-17 07:24 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-17 07:24 pm
Plant Party #11, Crimson #21
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Almost
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #11. Desert Pea, Crimson #21. There's only two sides to a mutiny.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Halftime: Lillith Faire Second Stage), photography, frame, acrylic, modeling clay, novelty beads ("When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness." - Euripides), yarn, glue ("This wave of self-doubt comes at an inconvenient time because an intense Venus-Pluto connection adds undeniable passion to everything you touch today. You don't want to show your feelings because it only puts you in a more vulnerable position.")
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Discussion of the end of a relationship. (That later resumes but, for the moment.)
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Lonura is at court.
Nolani hasn’t seen her, but she knows it. She can feel her former lover’s presence as surely as she can feel the heat of the sun beating down on her.
Lonura is at court, and everything in Nolani wants to go find her, wants to beg her to come back. A half-dozen times on that first day alone, she almost does.
She always stops herself, though. She won’t reconcile with her lover. She knows she won’t. She can’t, not really, and that knowledge lies almost as heavy as her memories.
The reasons she asked Lonura to leave are all still there, after all, a sandstorm blacking out the horizon.
Besides, Lonura started the fight. She should apologize first, shouldn’t she?
But as Nolani lies alone at night, watching the stars drift across her ceiling, she imagines she still feels Lonura’s presence, imprinted in the sheets next to her; imagines she still smells Lonura’s faint perfume dancing on the air; imagines she can still hear Lonura humming to herself as she fixes her hair in the morning…
As she imagines these things, as they flood her mind and senses, the pressure of Lonura being there-but-not-there is overwhelming, and Nolani almost--almost--
But she can’t be what Lonura needs, and all the wanting in the world won’t undo the way Lonura hurt her.
So Nolani takes a deep breath, opens the windows, changes the sheets, and sets up windchimes in the hope of a breeze.
It almost works.
Story: Almost
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #11. Desert Pea, Crimson #21. There's only two sides to a mutiny.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Halftime: Lillith Faire Second Stage), photography, frame, acrylic, modeling clay, novelty beads ("When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness." - Euripides), yarn, glue ("This wave of self-doubt comes at an inconvenient time because an intense Venus-Pluto connection adds undeniable passion to everything you touch today. You don't want to show your feelings because it only puts you in a more vulnerable position.")
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Characters: Nolani
Warnings: Discussion of the end of a relationship. (That later resumes but, for the moment.)
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Lonura is at court.
Nolani hasn’t seen her, but she knows it. She can feel her former lover’s presence as surely as she can feel the heat of the sun beating down on her.
Lonura is at court, and everything in Nolani wants to go find her, wants to beg her to come back. A half-dozen times on that first day alone, she almost does.
She always stops herself, though. She won’t reconcile with her lover. She knows she won’t. She can’t, not really, and that knowledge lies almost as heavy as her memories.
The reasons she asked Lonura to leave are all still there, after all, a sandstorm blacking out the horizon.
Besides, Lonura started the fight. She should apologize first, shouldn’t she?
But as Nolani lies alone at night, watching the stars drift across her ceiling, she imagines she still feels Lonura’s presence, imprinted in the sheets next to her; imagines she still smells Lonura’s faint perfume dancing on the air; imagines she can still hear Lonura humming to herself as she fixes her hair in the morning…
As she imagines these things, as they flood her mind and senses, the pressure of Lonura being there-but-not-there is overwhelming, and Nolani almost--almost--
But she can’t be what Lonura needs, and all the wanting in the world won’t undo the way Lonura hurt her.
So Nolani takes a deep breath, opens the windows, changes the sheets, and sets up windchimes in the hope of a breeze.
It almost works.
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Things get better for them! Eventually. Just. Um. They have a rocky period for a while where things are sad...but it doesn't last forever I swear. And then they have a happy stable relationship and Lonura makes friends with Andrell and his mistress and she and Istell/Isselu are very close and...yeah, just right now it's hard.