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Ficlets: Foreshadowing and War Paint
Title: Foreshadowing
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Characters/Pairing: Psyche
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 189
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caboca
Summary: She's never been frightened of the dark.
She’s never been frightened of the dark. She found pictures in the shadows the way her sisters did in afternoon clouds. She loved to lie in the starlight the way her sisters did in the noonday sun. No bruises ever marred her skin the way it did her sisters’ from bumping into furniture in the dark.
She spilled hot oil from a lamp on her nurse’s hands when she was seven, and she still hears the woman’s screams in her nightmares. She refused to light them herself afterwards, leaving the task to her sisters.
Her hair is silver-white, moonlight to her sister’s sunny locks, which are the shade of ripening wheat. Her eyes are midnight blue, with flecks of gold like stars, so unlike her sisters’ clear azure that it makes people stop and stare. Her sisters’ skin is bronze from days spent in the Mediterranean sun, but hers remains ivory-pale.
She should never have listened to them (how could daylight girls know who and what she is when she’s always longed for cool darkness and the gentleness of starlight?), should have known that light would be her undoing.
Title: War Paint
Fandom: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairing: Priya
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through 2.4 "Belonging"
Wordcount: 100
Written for:ineffort
Prompt: when i was a young girl
As a little girl, she played with her brothers. She was older, taller, so she was the monster. She chased them with red paint staining her hands, pretending it was blood of her victims. Her mom scolded her and made her scrub it off the rug. The paint found its way under her fingernails, and she picked at it for days after.
When she started to paint, her fingers were always splattered with blues and oranges. But somehow, only the red ended up underneath her fingernails.
She always wondered if it really looked like blood.
Now she knows.
(It does.)
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Characters/Pairing: Psyche
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 189
Written for:
cabocaSummary: She's never been frightened of the dark.
She’s never been frightened of the dark. She found pictures in the shadows the way her sisters did in afternoon clouds. She loved to lie in the starlight the way her sisters did in the noonday sun. No bruises ever marred her skin the way it did her sisters’ from bumping into furniture in the dark.
She spilled hot oil from a lamp on her nurse’s hands when she was seven, and she still hears the woman’s screams in her nightmares. She refused to light them herself afterwards, leaving the task to her sisters.
Her hair is silver-white, moonlight to her sister’s sunny locks, which are the shade of ripening wheat. Her eyes are midnight blue, with flecks of gold like stars, so unlike her sisters’ clear azure that it makes people stop and stare. Her sisters’ skin is bronze from days spent in the Mediterranean sun, but hers remains ivory-pale.
She should never have listened to them (how could daylight girls know who and what she is when she’s always longed for cool darkness and the gentleness of starlight?), should have known that light would be her undoing.
Title: War Paint
Fandom: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairing: Priya
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through 2.4 "Belonging"
Wordcount: 100
Written for:
ineffortPrompt: when i was a young girl
As a little girl, she played with her brothers. She was older, taller, so she was the monster. She chased them with red paint staining her hands, pretending it was blood of her victims. Her mom scolded her and made her scrub it off the rug. The paint found its way under her fingernails, and she picked at it for days after.
When she started to paint, her fingers were always splattered with blues and oranges. But somehow, only the red ended up underneath her fingernails.
She always wondered if it really looked like blood.
Now she knows.
(It does.)