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rainbowfic2012-09-06 08:44 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-09-06 08:44 pm
Steel Guitar Grey #10, Sapphire #19, Isabelline #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Beginning
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Steel Guitar Grey #10. You left me drowning in my tears, Sapphire #19. jasper, Isabelline #12. You never told me what it was that made you strong or what it was that made you weak
Supplies and Materials: frame (994 FY), oils, modeling clay, novelty beads, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 447
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nolani, Andrell
Warnings: References to the events of Sending a Message via a nightmare
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Steel Guitar Grey!
Nolani woke up crying. She cold still feel the oily, bloody smoke coating her skin, still smell it, hear the bits of glass falling to the ground, and--
"Nolani?"
He must have stayed last night. Not gone back to his rooms. She focused in on his voice, it helped a little. "Just give me a minute?" she choked out.
"All right."
It took longer than a minute, but she stopped crying and felt securely back in the present again.
She climbed out of the bed, knowing with the ease of years of practice just how far to flip the blankets out so she wouldn't get tangled and fall and her companion wouldn't get cold. She paused, staring at the pitcher--silver, with white jasper inlaid in the handle, pretty and solid, exactly what she needed right now--then turned back to her husband. "You used my name."
He blinked. "I...am I not supposed to?" He sounded clearly bewildered--not that she could blame him.
"Of course you are, it's just...you never have before." Through three years of exchanging regular letters, and a few in-person meetings (never alone; Feredar was oddly straight-laced about sex and no one seemed to think either of them could be trusted) even when she'd come to visit after he'd been blown up.
He sat up, thinking. "I...never really noticed. I'm sorry."
Nolani winced a little. I shouldn't've said anything. She climbed back into bed next to him. "It's nothing to apologize for. I just...I don't know. I noticed."
He nodded, then bit his lip, hesitating.
"What is it?"
"...do you want to talk about...?"
She shivered a little. "No," she said. He knew at least the gist of what had happened--she had put that down in a letter, because it was important for him to know. Even if she barely ever had nightmares anymore, he had to know about them.
"All right," he said again.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," she said, after a brief, awkward silence.
"Don't worry about it." He managed a little ghost of a smile. He had nightmares, too, sometimes. He'd told her. No specifics, but...she could guess.
They'd shared a lot in their letters. Little stories about growing up, about their siblings, their parents...she knew how much he'd looked up to Kellom before...things.
He awkwardly found her hand and brushed her fingers with his--not a precursor to sex again, just...giving what comfort he could.
...I wonder how long he would have lasted. If he were like the others.
She squeezed his hand briefly, to show she understood and was grateful, then lay back and closed her eyes, counting her breaths until she fell back asleep.
Story: Beginning
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Steel Guitar Grey #10. You left me drowning in my tears, Sapphire #19. jasper, Isabelline #12. You never told me what it was that made you strong or what it was that made you weak
Supplies and Materials: frame (994 FY), oils, modeling clay, novelty beads, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 447
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nolani, Andrell
Warnings: References to the events of Sending a Message via a nightmare
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Steel Guitar Grey!
Nolani woke up crying. She cold still feel the oily, bloody smoke coating her skin, still smell it, hear the bits of glass falling to the ground, and--
"Nolani?"
He must have stayed last night. Not gone back to his rooms. She focused in on his voice, it helped a little. "Just give me a minute?" she choked out.
"All right."
It took longer than a minute, but she stopped crying and felt securely back in the present again.
She climbed out of the bed, knowing with the ease of years of practice just how far to flip the blankets out so she wouldn't get tangled and fall and her companion wouldn't get cold. She paused, staring at the pitcher--silver, with white jasper inlaid in the handle, pretty and solid, exactly what she needed right now--then turned back to her husband. "You used my name."
He blinked. "I...am I not supposed to?" He sounded clearly bewildered--not that she could blame him.
"Of course you are, it's just...you never have before." Through three years of exchanging regular letters, and a few in-person meetings (never alone; Feredar was oddly straight-laced about sex and no one seemed to think either of them could be trusted) even when she'd come to visit after he'd been blown up.
He sat up, thinking. "I...never really noticed. I'm sorry."
Nolani winced a little. I shouldn't've said anything. She climbed back into bed next to him. "It's nothing to apologize for. I just...I don't know. I noticed."
He nodded, then bit his lip, hesitating.
"What is it?"
"...do you want to talk about...?"
She shivered a little. "No," she said. He knew at least the gist of what had happened--she had put that down in a letter, because it was important for him to know. Even if she barely ever had nightmares anymore, he had to know about them.
"All right," he said again.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," she said, after a brief, awkward silence.
"Don't worry about it." He managed a little ghost of a smile. He had nightmares, too, sometimes. He'd told her. No specifics, but...she could guess.
They'd shared a lot in their letters. Little stories about growing up, about their siblings, their parents...she knew how much he'd looked up to Kellom before...things.
He awkwardly found her hand and brushed her fingers with his--not a precursor to sex again, just...giving what comfort he could.
...I wonder how long he would have lasted. If he were like the others.
She squeezed his hand briefly, to show she understood and was grateful, then lay back and closed her eyes, counting her breaths until she fell back asleep.