Post by aurorax on Jan 2, 2010 4:37:24 GMT 10
Title: Stop
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #17, Grinch
Warning: Character death (I swear I don't hate him, it just happens!)
Summary: Midwinter was her favorite holiday.
Midwinter was her favorite holiday, when vendors lined the streets and fireworks exploded like exotic flowers in the sky above her head. They were in Corus, at the Palace, and there was Daddy, finally out of his meeting. He had promised to take her to the carnival, to see the Players. She grabbed his large hand in her own small mittened one, dragging him out into the garden. It was beautiful after the light snowfall, the world a perfect frosted cake, and she threw a handful of light crystals in the air, dancing and shrieking with delight as they fell like icy glitter through the air.
“Stop.” The voice cut like ice, chilling her to the bones; she had never heard her father speak like that. He was angry, furious at her, and she didn’t know why, or what to do. She turned to take his hand again- he had told her that she was his little princess, and that her smiles made all his troubles go away- but he was holding a letter, much too tight.
Then her aunt came and scooped her up without a word, as her mother brushed past, her face a mask of tears. She heard them say her brother’s name, saw the letter slip from shaking hands to blemish the blanket of perfect purest white, and she wondered if Faleron would be back soon; they had said he was in the North, where it was colder, and there was even more snow. She missed him, but right now, she just wanted to go play in the snow again, and to visit the city. Because it was Midwinter, her favorite holiday, and she couldn’t understand why everyone was crying.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #17, Grinch
Warning: Character death (I swear I don't hate him, it just happens!)
Summary: Midwinter was her favorite holiday.
Midwinter was her favorite holiday, when vendors lined the streets and fireworks exploded like exotic flowers in the sky above her head. They were in Corus, at the Palace, and there was Daddy, finally out of his meeting. He had promised to take her to the carnival, to see the Players. She grabbed his large hand in her own small mittened one, dragging him out into the garden. It was beautiful after the light snowfall, the world a perfect frosted cake, and she threw a handful of light crystals in the air, dancing and shrieking with delight as they fell like icy glitter through the air.
“Stop.” The voice cut like ice, chilling her to the bones; she had never heard her father speak like that. He was angry, furious at her, and she didn’t know why, or what to do. She turned to take his hand again- he had told her that she was his little princess, and that her smiles made all his troubles go away- but he was holding a letter, much too tight.
Then her aunt came and scooped her up without a word, as her mother brushed past, her face a mask of tears. She heard them say her brother’s name, saw the letter slip from shaking hands to blemish the blanket of perfect purest white, and she wondered if Faleron would be back soon; they had said he was in the North, where it was colder, and there was even more snow. She missed him, but right now, she just wanted to go play in the snow again, and to visit the city. Because it was Midwinter, her favorite holiday, and she couldn’t understand why everyone was crying.
So sad, but so good! Lovely writing, I like the perspective you chose to write it from. But poor Fal. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!