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Halloween Orange #29, Vert #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Glittering Girls
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Halloween Orange #29. I find relationships so often are an awful bore., Vert #9. Courtly Love
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire 2024 Day One - Main Stage), photography, life drawing, seed beads, glue ("Are you living your dreams, Leo? Are you still in touch with them? The energy from today's planetary aspects can lend strength and encouragement to this part of your life. Take hold of the things you want most of all. Ask yourself, "What do I want people to say about me when I'm gone?""), canvas
Word Count: 270
Rating: PG
Characters: Deva
Warnings: Some internalized homophobia.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It wasn't that Deva didn't want to get married. She did. She understood the role she had to play--as both the King's eldest daughter and a covert member of the Red Rose movement--and she wanted to do it well. Especially since this was one way she could serve both at the same time. She also wanted children someday, and of course her children had to be legitimate.
But all of the acceptable men on the list that Father had presented for her to choose from were just so...
She wasn't sure what the word was. Many of them were charming, some were even kind, one or two she thought would be good fathers and decent partners in running a household. She supposed that was how she would make her choice in the end. It was just that there was something missing, something lacking, in all of them.
Or maybe the problem was with her, not with them.
Because she knew what she dreamed about at night, and it wasn't charming or kind men. It was a glittering laugh, a sparkling necklace drawing just the right amount of tension to the soft curves of the pretty girls too old for her brothers but just right for her.
Of course, that would never be an option. Not for her. Or, at least, not now. Not soon. Maybe someday, if she ever dared to take a lover...
But she had her duty, and she wanted children. She would find someone she could live with, and keep her dreams of pretty, glittering girls safe in the darkness where they belonged.
Story: Glittering Girls
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Halloween Orange #29. I find relationships so often are an awful bore., Vert #9. Courtly Love
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire 2024 Day One - Main Stage), photography, life drawing, seed beads, glue ("Are you living your dreams, Leo? Are you still in touch with them? The energy from today's planetary aspects can lend strength and encouragement to this part of your life. Take hold of the things you want most of all. Ask yourself, "What do I want people to say about me when I'm gone?""), canvas
Word Count: 270
Rating: PG
Characters: Deva
Warnings: Some internalized homophobia.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It wasn't that Deva didn't want to get married. She did. She understood the role she had to play--as both the King's eldest daughter and a covert member of the Red Rose movement--and she wanted to do it well. Especially since this was one way she could serve both at the same time. She also wanted children someday, and of course her children had to be legitimate.
But all of the acceptable men on the list that Father had presented for her to choose from were just so...
She wasn't sure what the word was. Many of them were charming, some were even kind, one or two she thought would be good fathers and decent partners in running a household. She supposed that was how she would make her choice in the end. It was just that there was something missing, something lacking, in all of them.
Or maybe the problem was with her, not with them.
Because she knew what she dreamed about at night, and it wasn't charming or kind men. It was a glittering laugh, a sparkling necklace drawing just the right amount of tension to the soft curves of the pretty girls too old for her brothers but just right for her.
Of course, that would never be an option. Not for her. Or, at least, not now. Not soon. Maybe someday, if she ever dared to take a lover...
But she had her duty, and she wanted children. She would find someone she could live with, and keep her dreams of pretty, glittering girls safe in the darkness where they belonged.