EvanyaFic: Delayed Reaction
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charameiMy, but my characters are active at the moment. I've got Irien fangirling Jo's character Peren, Tranan and Pat laughing at her from the safety of one of Tranan's inpenetrable boxes, three Time Tots soldiering bravely on to the conclusion of First Steps in the face of ghastly prose and incoherent plotting, Charles serenading Dora, Vortigern demanding to know why he can't be a villain and in a corner, mostly separate from the madness, Regan and Meredith redrawing their world map again.
Therefore, fic!
Title: Delayed Reaction
Rating: PG
Fandom: Evanya (RP)
Genre: Character sketch
Characters: Irien
Wordcount: 121
Author's notes: Evanya is the world that my RP group's current campaign is set in. Irien's my character, and this is just a random bit of character-building for her.
For those not familiar with the campaign, it's worth explaining the following:
- Irien's mother was the court spymaster, 'the Shadow', and faked her death when Irien was eight.
- She died shortly before this scene, and Irien is now the Shadow in her place.
/\/\/\
Nobody could understand why Irien didn't cry when her mother died.
She was eight years old, and couldn't make herself cry – not when she'd be seeing Mama so soon, tomorrow or even tonight. Not when there was nothing wrong.
They reminded her that she was an orphan, made her talk about Mama all the time. They handed her her baby brother, and muttered when she pronounced him boring after only an hour. When they thought she couldn't hear, they called her cold. But they could not make her cry over nothing.
Not until today. Today Lady Irien, twenty-two, sits quietly in her favourite window-seat, embroidery cast aside, legs drawn up under her, and cries and cries.
And nobody knows why.
/\/\/\
Therefore, fic!
Title: Delayed Reaction
Rating: PG
Fandom: Evanya (RP)
Genre: Character sketch
Characters: Irien
Wordcount: 121
Author's notes: Evanya is the world that my RP group's current campaign is set in. Irien's my character, and this is just a random bit of character-building for her.
For those not familiar with the campaign, it's worth explaining the following:
- Irien's mother was the court spymaster, 'the Shadow', and faked her death when Irien was eight.
- She died shortly before this scene, and Irien is now the Shadow in her place.
Nobody could understand why Irien didn't cry when her mother died.
She was eight years old, and couldn't make herself cry – not when she'd be seeing Mama so soon, tomorrow or even tonight. Not when there was nothing wrong.
They reminded her that she was an orphan, made her talk about Mama all the time. They handed her her baby brother, and muttered when she pronounced him boring after only an hour. When they thought she couldn't hear, they called her cold. But they could not make her cry over nothing.
Not until today. Today Lady Irien, twenty-two, sits quietly in her favourite window-seat, embroidery cast aside, legs drawn up under her, and cries and cries.
And nobody knows why.