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rainbowfic2013-12-03 07:38 pm
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Fake Blood Red #16, Glitter #14, Transparent #17
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Baiting the Trap
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Fake Blood Red #16. Your mommy will explain it later, kid., Glitter #14. I am what I am. - La Cage Aux Folles, Transparent #17. Incense
Supplies and Materials: brush (lacuna), charcoal, novelty beads, glue ("Although you can easily soar through the day, being motivated by unrealistic visions isn't necessarily healthy. Adjust your plans willingly, based upon what you learn, instead of waiting until it's too late.")
Word Count: 329
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gabriel, Michaela, and their siblings
Warnings: Super-mortal perspective, using people as bait for very dangerous beings/abandoning them to a known unpleasant fate
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“I say let her go,” his brother said, with a shrug. “We have what we need from her, don’t we?”
It irritated Gabriel, a little, that he was so dismissive. “I’m not so sure we do.”
“Of course we’ll keep an eye on her. Sooner or later, our sibling will seek her out again.”
“You would use the child as bait?” their middle sibling said quietly.
It was Michaela who answered. “It seems the reasonable thing to do. Gabriel, do you disagree?”
He made a face, but he couldn’t argue with their logic. “When do I tell her?”
“Give her time,” Michaela answered. “At least five years, ten or twenty if the other allows it.”
“Like the Lost One?” Gabriel asked. Everyone except Michaela knew how much of a disaster that had proved to be, but Michaela was their senior, and Michaela had never had an original thought in all the eons of Gabriel’s existence, at least, which was nearly as long as Michaela’s own. Until formally ordered to do otherwise, Michaela would follow the same “compassionate” course.
“Yes,” his eldest sibling answered quietly. “Like the Lost One.”
“Why don’t we put them together?” their brother offered. “The Fruit of the Broken Branch and the Lost One…”
Michaela’s head tilted in consideration. “If it becomes necessary. It may be that she is left in peace, that our sibling will outlast a single mortal lifeline.”
Gabriel could tell, from the tone, that even Michaela thought that unlikely.
Still, Michaela was senior, and, barring true orders, Michaela’s will would prevail. The girl would be left alone, with neither his information or the Lost One’s shattered hopes, until and unless their sister approached her.
“Is it decided, then?” he asked, with as little sarcasm as he could manage—sarcasm was always lost on Michaela.
One by one, his three present siblings nodded.
Gabriel rose, and, as was his role in things, went to inform those to whom it was given to know.
Story: Baiting the Trap
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Fake Blood Red #16. Your mommy will explain it later, kid., Glitter #14. I am what I am. - La Cage Aux Folles, Transparent #17. Incense
Supplies and Materials: brush (lacuna), charcoal, novelty beads, glue ("Although you can easily soar through the day, being motivated by unrealistic visions isn't necessarily healthy. Adjust your plans willingly, based upon what you learn, instead of waiting until it's too late.")
Word Count: 329
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gabriel, Michaela, and their siblings
Warnings: Super-mortal perspective, using people as bait for very dangerous beings/abandoning them to a known unpleasant fate
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
“I say let her go,” his brother said, with a shrug. “We have what we need from her, don’t we?”
It irritated Gabriel, a little, that he was so dismissive. “I’m not so sure we do.”
“Of course we’ll keep an eye on her. Sooner or later, our sibling will seek her out again.”
“You would use the child as bait?” their middle sibling said quietly.
It was Michaela who answered. “It seems the reasonable thing to do. Gabriel, do you disagree?”
He made a face, but he couldn’t argue with their logic. “When do I tell her?”
“Give her time,” Michaela answered. “At least five years, ten or twenty if the other allows it.”
“Like the Lost One?” Gabriel asked. Everyone except Michaela knew how much of a disaster that had proved to be, but Michaela was their senior, and Michaela had never had an original thought in all the eons of Gabriel’s existence, at least, which was nearly as long as Michaela’s own. Until formally ordered to do otherwise, Michaela would follow the same “compassionate” course.
“Yes,” his eldest sibling answered quietly. “Like the Lost One.”
“Why don’t we put them together?” their brother offered. “The Fruit of the Broken Branch and the Lost One…”
Michaela’s head tilted in consideration. “If it becomes necessary. It may be that she is left in peace, that our sibling will outlast a single mortal lifeline.”
Gabriel could tell, from the tone, that even Michaela thought that unlikely.
Still, Michaela was senior, and, barring true orders, Michaela’s will would prevail. The girl would be left alone, with neither his information or the Lost One’s shattered hopes, until and unless their sister approached her.
“Is it decided, then?” he asked, with as little sarcasm as he could manage—sarcasm was always lost on Michaela.
One by one, his three present siblings nodded.
Gabriel rose, and, as was his role in things, went to inform those to whom it was given to know.