[Original] Bringing the Divine to Life
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runicloreChallenge: 01 - coming to life
Title: Bringing the Divine to Life
Rating: everyone. Only suggestive if you look at it that way. :p
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15minuteficlets (now sadly closed). Originally posted here.
These will be recurring characters, but the names and backgrounds may not be completely consistent. They aren't meant to be, exactly, but I have to admit I'm starting out without any plans at all, and it might get messy. I will mix mythologies/canons with impunity. And yes, I'll post something people actually care about once the semester is over. :P
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Frey had this habit of sitting around in her lacy whites that irritated Ria to no end. She came home midafternoon every day with a frown and her hair all flyaways, complaining about the heat and having to walk home from the train station without a hat or sunglasses. She didn't own any, of course, but telling her to go out and buy them was useless - the words went in one ear and out the other. I can just make them, she'd say.
Why don't you? Ria asked.
I really shouldn't. You're not supposed to go around creating things when you're down here.
But then, why--
No money! Frey had shooed her off like a child. You have to learn the way they do things here, go on!
It would've served Frey right if she'd transformed right there and stamped a hole through the floor, so she could complain about money! Gold was easy to find. But she was good, because her directive was to avoid notice, not to bring the authorities down on a sister's head.
Now, it was early afternoon, and Frey was home from wherever she worked, lounging on the divan by the window with her tiny feet propped up on the arm and her black curls spilling over the edge to brush the floor. The days were getting longer, and the sun slanted in from very high in the sky, burning through the blinds in strips from the top, and glittering along Frey's anklets. She was reading a cloth-bound book, absorbed in turning the pages.
Ria went into the spare room that was supposed to be hers, and pulled one of her sister's blank books from the nightstand drawer. They were supposed to be diaries, but the one she chose was big enough to serve her purposes. It took her a little longer to find everything else she wanted, and the light in the living room had already changed by the time she got back, but Frey was still reading, and biting a fat pink lip between her teeth.
"Is it getting too hard?" she asked.
"...You weren't this obnoxious back home," was the response, a few seconds too late. Frey glanced over and lifted her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"
Ria pulled an armchair across the room at sat cross-legged, the book open in her lap. "You said we had no money. We should make some. If people notice how well we're doing without it, I'll be in trouble."
"I make... wait, what?"
"Nono-- stay," Ria said quickly, holding her hand out when her sister sat up. "Just say the way you were."
Frey's expression, mostly a blur in her peripheral vision, was confused. She didn't lie down again, but the way she sat, propped up on an elbow, was just as good. At that angle, now that the light had changed, the pearl buttons marching down the front of her corset caught the sun and gleamed. She blocked the important shapes in with a pinkish pastel, and then a gray-brown, and sketched the details caught in the sun with a yellow chalk pencil. She'd be lucky if her subject didn't move before she was done, but the real details could be done later. Ria had a good memory for visions and colors, better than with words.
"Are you going to tell me how this is supposed to make money?"
Ria shrugged. "I'm positive people will pay for sketches of you in your underwear." She jumped when Frey's book snapped closed.
"What?!"
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The community was started to allow people to post backstories etc. for their dolls, which seems to be really popular in the fandom - assigning character to dolls, or buying dolls to embody old characters, and so on. That isn't really me - to me, they're artwork, not stories - but they do make really good visual inspiration sometimes. I plan to make costumes based on my own designs so I can sit a doll on the desk here and look at it when I need a reminder of the atmosphere of my piece.
As I'm still learning to sew, I'm not sure how well this will work out. If the idea flops, at least I still have beautiful dolls to look at. :P
Title: Bringing the Divine to Life
Rating: everyone. Only suggestive if you look at it that way. :p
I joined a prompt community that was nice and small; extent of membership is usually what stops me from jumping into communities like
15minuteficlets (now sadly closed). Originally posted here.These will be recurring characters, but the names and backgrounds may not be completely consistent. They aren't meant to be, exactly, but I have to admit I'm starting out without any plans at all, and it might get messy. I will mix mythologies/canons with impunity. And yes, I'll post something people actually care about once the semester is over. :P
........................
Frey had this habit of sitting around in her lacy whites that irritated Ria to no end. She came home midafternoon every day with a frown and her hair all flyaways, complaining about the heat and having to walk home from the train station without a hat or sunglasses. She didn't own any, of course, but telling her to go out and buy them was useless - the words went in one ear and out the other. I can just make them, she'd say.
Why don't you? Ria asked.
I really shouldn't. You're not supposed to go around creating things when you're down here.
But then, why--
No money! Frey had shooed her off like a child. You have to learn the way they do things here, go on!
It would've served Frey right if she'd transformed right there and stamped a hole through the floor, so she could complain about money! Gold was easy to find. But she was good, because her directive was to avoid notice, not to bring the authorities down on a sister's head.
Now, it was early afternoon, and Frey was home from wherever she worked, lounging on the divan by the window with her tiny feet propped up on the arm and her black curls spilling over the edge to brush the floor. The days were getting longer, and the sun slanted in from very high in the sky, burning through the blinds in strips from the top, and glittering along Frey's anklets. She was reading a cloth-bound book, absorbed in turning the pages.
Ria went into the spare room that was supposed to be hers, and pulled one of her sister's blank books from the nightstand drawer. They were supposed to be diaries, but the one she chose was big enough to serve her purposes. It took her a little longer to find everything else she wanted, and the light in the living room had already changed by the time she got back, but Frey was still reading, and biting a fat pink lip between her teeth.
"Is it getting too hard?" she asked.
"...You weren't this obnoxious back home," was the response, a few seconds too late. Frey glanced over and lifted her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"
Ria pulled an armchair across the room at sat cross-legged, the book open in her lap. "You said we had no money. We should make some. If people notice how well we're doing without it, I'll be in trouble."
"I make... wait, what?"
"Nono-- stay," Ria said quickly, holding her hand out when her sister sat up. "Just say the way you were."
Frey's expression, mostly a blur in her peripheral vision, was confused. She didn't lie down again, but the way she sat, propped up on an elbow, was just as good. At that angle, now that the light had changed, the pearl buttons marching down the front of her corset caught the sun and gleamed. She blocked the important shapes in with a pinkish pastel, and then a gray-brown, and sketched the details caught in the sun with a yellow chalk pencil. She'd be lucky if her subject didn't move before she was done, but the real details could be done later. Ria had a good memory for visions and colors, better than with words.
"Are you going to tell me how this is supposed to make money?"
Ria shrugged. "I'm positive people will pay for sketches of you in your underwear." She jumped when Frey's book snapped closed.
"What?!"
................
The community was started to allow people to post backstories etc. for their dolls, which seems to be really popular in the fandom - assigning character to dolls, or buying dolls to embody old characters, and so on. That isn't really me - to me, they're artwork, not stories - but they do make really good visual inspiration sometimes. I plan to make costumes based on my own designs so I can sit a doll on the desk here and look at it when I need a reminder of the atmosphere of my piece.
As I'm still learning to sew, I'm not sure how well this will work out. If the idea flops, at least I still have beautiful dolls to look at. :P