Name: shadowsong26
Story: Poker Face
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Harvest Gold #1. falling leaves, Electric Purple #14. Hurt by envy, cut by greed/Face to face with their own disillusion/The scars of old romances still on their cheeks/And when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death (Propaganda- Duel), Isabelline #8. Drinking champagne, a bottle to myself - savor the taste of fabricated wealth
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, eraser (Murder AU), oils, feathers, modeling clay, charcoal, novelty beads (The Girl with the Lion's Tail (Lucia's Song) by S.J. Tucker), glitter (choices), glue ("Accept the inevitable and do whatever you can without wasting energy by complaining or whining.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Nida, Sorell
Warnings: Murder.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 953 FY.


Nida swallowed the wine and watched her h--the King's eyes. It would show there first. After thirteen years on the throne, he was an expert at controlling his face. He had to be.

First he looked confused.

Then he choked and fell to the floor. His glass fell with him, in slow motion, red winedrops splattering the carpet like leaves. She caught it before it broke, and took his hand.

He convulsed once, twice, three times. She refused to let go until he stopped, cloudy blue eyes staring up at her, holding nothing.

She dropped his hand and screamed.