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edenfallingSummary: Hope is the thing with feathers. Erin and Aeriel, post-canon, 225 words.
[ETA: The AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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That Perches in the Soul (225 words)
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The throw was made not of feathers but lampwing dust and wonder, a fine silvery thread spun from Erin's heart and woven seamless by the machines of Crystalglass. It seemed insubstantial as a breath, yet Erin trusted Aeriel's word that it would hold them both on their journey to gather Ravenna's scattered wisdom. She climbed the spiral stairs to the capstone of the city's great dome, one step behind her light, and watched as the crystal dissolved with a wave of Aeriel's hand.
"Where do you wish to go?" Aeriel asked as she unfolded the throw, her words thinned by the rushing, swirling currents of the air.
Erin looked down at the surrounding desert, run riot with flowers not seen for generations, brought forth in exuberant life by the return of rain. In the distance, the empty hulks of other Ancient cities loomed dim and quiet as tombs. And beyond them, again, was life: tenuous, struggling forth after long hardship, still caught on glaive's edge while Aeriel and those who heeded her teachings fought to restore what the Witch had shattered.
In every direction, hope, fragile as a healing heart.
"Wherever the wind takes us," she said, and slipping one corner of the throw from Aeriel's hands, she cast it outward to catch the wind like a sail.
They rode over the greening world together.
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Inspired by the 11/30/14![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
15_minute_ficlets word #214: cast
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You know, one day I will manage to write a fic in this fandom that includes actual shipping rather than obscure implications. I don't even care what ship it is at this point! Just, the canon is so entirely about love (in all sense of the word), and I would like to reflect that a bit more directly.
[ETA: The AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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That Perches in the Soul (225 words)
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The throw was made not of feathers but lampwing dust and wonder, a fine silvery thread spun from Erin's heart and woven seamless by the machines of Crystalglass. It seemed insubstantial as a breath, yet Erin trusted Aeriel's word that it would hold them both on their journey to gather Ravenna's scattered wisdom. She climbed the spiral stairs to the capstone of the city's great dome, one step behind her light, and watched as the crystal dissolved with a wave of Aeriel's hand.
"Where do you wish to go?" Aeriel asked as she unfolded the throw, her words thinned by the rushing, swirling currents of the air.
Erin looked down at the surrounding desert, run riot with flowers not seen for generations, brought forth in exuberant life by the return of rain. In the distance, the empty hulks of other Ancient cities loomed dim and quiet as tombs. And beyond them, again, was life: tenuous, struggling forth after long hardship, still caught on glaive's edge while Aeriel and those who heeded her teachings fought to restore what the Witch had shattered.
In every direction, hope, fragile as a healing heart.
"Wherever the wind takes us," she said, and slipping one corner of the throw from Aeriel's hands, she cast it outward to catch the wind like a sail.
They rode over the greening world together.
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Inspired by the 11/30/14
15_minute_ficlets word #214: cast---------------------------------------------
You know, one day I will manage to write a fic in this fandom that includes actual shipping rather than obscure implications. I don't even care what ship it is at this point! Just, the canon is so entirely about love (in all sense of the word), and I would like to reflect that a bit more directly.
