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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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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.)
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And man, Priya has enough angst to keep her busy for quite a while, doesn't she?
I notice with both of these you connect childhood events with key adult events. Did you plan that in advance, or did it just happen that way?
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She does indeed. She breaks my heart.
The nature of the prompt for the second one really sort of asked for a connection of that nature. And when I was trying to think of some Eros/Psyche, the first thing that popped into my head was "She's never been frightened of the dark," and from there it was easy to do the same. So I decided to run with it from there, and I posted these two together because I felt that they had a similar theme! I'm so glad you picked up on them! (I mean, it's kind of obvious, and you're thoughtful, so I expected you to, but it's nice to get some verification, right?)
Also, I'm having way too much fun trying to choose just one of a zillion ways that River could freak Wash out....
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They do abound, don't they? It's almost too open a prompt. Of course, there's such a thing as a five-things fic for situations like this... ;-)
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Speaking of which, I started actually writing it, and I'm surprised at how easily it's coming. I mean, I've only got about eight paragraphs so far, but it's working for me. Plus I've come up with some more twists, and the fic I'm envisioning is becoming eerily about post-colonization, in addition to the whole "technology under attack" thing that we sort of kind of talked about. But it's silly. Really silly. So we'll see how it works.
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Hurrah! I expect it will be excellent. I can't wait to see it!
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I'm going to try to get quite a bit of it done tonight. But for now, I'm taking a nap!
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I still have plans to figure out my main Yuletide fic this weekend... Erg. And grade things and make a math test and find cool world music for the social studies class on Tuesday.
And take a nap. I think a nap sounds like a fabulous idea.
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You sound busy! But naps are always a good choice!
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Well, you've said it beautifully. And painfully. Too much knowledge...
I'm sooo behind on comments...
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I'm sooo behind on comments...
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I'm sooo behind on comments...
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Also, I ADORED the Priya thing one too, since I absolutely love Priya, and imaginative!artsy!tomboy!Priya gives me shaky pangs.
You are an extremely cleverperson, fyi.
I'm sooo behind on comments...
And yay! for Priya! And yes, that's kind of how I see her: super creative, a little bit tomboy, less cynical than she pretends to be. I love her.
Aw! Well, you're much more clever, in my opinion. Once again: your Donna/Master-ness? OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!