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fandomtownies2017-12-03 04:43 pm
1000yearstoolate) wrote in fandomtownies2017-12-03 04:43 pm
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The Beach, Sunday Afternoon
Seivarden had woken up with a hangover, and then the day had got worse.
Cards appeared from nowhere. They contained greetings from family, friends, lovers, even people she had only briefly served with. It would have been so sweet of them, if it wasn't for one thing.
They couldn't have sent them. They were all a thousand years dead.
Now Seivarden was standing at the beach, close to the edge of the water, taking the cards one by one and folding them into paper spaceships.
"Fuck this island!" she shouted, then threw a card into the sea.
More Radchaai curses followed, each accompanied by a card diving into the waves. Now and then she wiped her eyes with a gloved hand.
[Can be open.]
Cards appeared from nowhere. They contained greetings from family, friends, lovers, even people she had only briefly served with. It would have been so sweet of them, if it wasn't for one thing.
They couldn't have sent them. They were all a thousand years dead.
Now Seivarden was standing at the beach, close to the edge of the water, taking the cards one by one and folding them into paper spaceships.
"Fuck this island!" she shouted, then threw a card into the sea.
More Radchaai curses followed, each accompanied by a card diving into the waves. Now and then she wiped her eyes with a gloved hand.
[Can be open.]