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rainbowfic2023-02-07 09:20 pm
thisbluespirit) wrote in rainbowfic2023-02-07 09:20 pm
Colour of the Day 27/10/22; Twilight #14; Vienna Orange #9 [Divide & Rule]
Name: Something Breaking
Story: Divide & Rule/Heroes of the Revolution
Colors: Colour of the Day – 22nd Feb 2023 (in medias res); Twilight #14 (sine qua non); Vienna Orange #9 (Shouldn't there be screaming, praying, crying, anything at all?)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-Numbers frombookblather (Edward and Julia) & from shadowsong26 (silence after an announcement) + Miniature + Eraser + Novelty Beads – Birthday Prompts (stopped short).
Word Count: 100
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of death/grief.
Notes: 1958, Edward Iveson; AU (via this piece). I’ve been ill for weeks, but thought I’d might manage a drabble for the New Beginnings challenge & came up with this, and then realised it had to be 500 words, so, whoops: have a random Julia dies AU drabble just to prove i can still vaguely word anyway.
Summary: It’s the end of everything.
The Foreign Secretary presses the receiver to his ear but hears nothing more of the man’s conversation (So terribly sorry, sir); only brakes screeching, thud of impact, and glass shattering.
Everything else shatters, too: life, heart – and with a savage sense of release, his career, shared guilt; all in pieces, the gods satisified at last. Julia.
He replaces the telephone. His hands tremble but his voice is even. “Cancel everything possible – order a car to London.”
“Sir?”
Edward doesn’t look at the secretary. (Not Evans; nevermore Evans, either.) Isn’t it obvious there is only one thing left?
“Emily,” he says.
***
Story: Divide & Rule/Heroes of the Revolution
Colors: Colour of the Day – 22nd Feb 2023 (in medias res); Twilight #14 (sine qua non); Vienna Orange #9 (Shouldn't there be screaming, praying, crying, anything at all?)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-Numbers from
bookblather (Edward and Julia) & from shadowsong26 (silence after an announcement) + Miniature + Eraser + Novelty Beads – Birthday Prompts (stopped short).Word Count: 100
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of death/grief.
Notes: 1958, Edward Iveson; AU (via this piece). I’ve been ill for weeks, but thought I’d might manage a drabble for the New Beginnings challenge & came up with this, and then realised it had to be 500 words, so, whoops: have a random Julia dies AU drabble just to prove i can still vaguely word anyway.
Summary: It’s the end of everything.
The Foreign Secretary presses the receiver to his ear but hears nothing more of the man’s conversation (So terribly sorry, sir); only brakes screeching, thud of impact, and glass shattering.
Everything else shatters, too: life, heart – and with a savage sense of release, his career, shared guilt; all in pieces, the gods satisified at last. Julia.
He replaces the telephone. His hands tremble but his voice is even. “Cancel everything possible – order a car to London.”
“Sir?”
Edward doesn’t look at the secretary. (Not Evans; nevermore Evans, either.) Isn’t it obvious there is only one thing left?
“Emily,” he says.
***
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I mean, also she would just hang around and be an annoying ghost as well, so...