Art: Fateful Words (for lilithsshadow) (PG)
Title: Fateful Words
Artist: rjdaae
Canon: Kay
Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: PG
Summary: It's May 1831, about three months before Erik's birth. Sasha has just knocked Madeleine's ornamental oil lamp from its table, smashing the glass shade beyond repair, and spilling the oil all over her new carpet. Madeleine's on her hands and knees, trying to remove the stain, when her best friend, the 'carrot-haired' Marie Perrault, arrives. Madeleine:
"It's ruined!" I sobbed angrily. "My lovely new carpet, it's spoiled!
"No it's not," said Marie, in her maddeningly reasonable fashion. "It's only one patch, really. If we put this rug over it, no one will ever know it's there."
"I don't want a rug there!" I said childishly. "It throws the entire room out of balance. I shall have to have a new carpet."
She sat back on her heels in her plain muslin gown and regarded me thoughtfully. "That's not necessary, you know, Madeleine. If I were you I'd leave it as it is. No one wants to live in a house that's perfect all their lives, least of all a small child."
I glared at her. I was about to tell her that my child would never dream of romping around my lovely house, spilling things on my best carpet, when the baby kicked beneath my heart with such violence that I gave a gasp of shock. "Nobody asked for your opinion, you little beast!" I muttered, half angry half amused by this startling reminder of his unseen presence. But Marie did not smile, as I had expected her to. Instead she turned away and looked intensely uncomfortable.
"I don't think you should say a thing like that, Madeleine. Mama says it's terribly unlucky to speak against the unborn."
"Oh, don't be such a goose!" I scoffed. "It can't hear me."
"No," she said uneasily, "but God can."
-Susan Kay's Phantom
Warnings: None
Original prompt request number: 20
Author's/artist's notes: Acrylic on canvas, 16x20 inches
Detail
Artist: rjdaae
Canon: Kay
Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: PG
Summary: It's May 1831, about three months before Erik's birth. Sasha has just knocked Madeleine's ornamental oil lamp from its table, smashing the glass shade beyond repair, and spilling the oil all over her new carpet. Madeleine's on her hands and knees, trying to remove the stain, when her best friend, the 'carrot-haired' Marie Perrault, arrives. Madeleine:
"It's ruined!" I sobbed angrily. "My lovely new carpet, it's spoiled!
"No it's not," said Marie, in her maddeningly reasonable fashion. "It's only one patch, really. If we put this rug over it, no one will ever know it's there."
"I don't want a rug there!" I said childishly. "It throws the entire room out of balance. I shall have to have a new carpet."
She sat back on her heels in her plain muslin gown and regarded me thoughtfully. "That's not necessary, you know, Madeleine. If I were you I'd leave it as it is. No one wants to live in a house that's perfect all their lives, least of all a small child."
I glared at her. I was about to tell her that my child would never dream of romping around my lovely house, spilling things on my best carpet, when the baby kicked beneath my heart with such violence that I gave a gasp of shock. "Nobody asked for your opinion, you little beast!" I muttered, half angry half amused by this startling reminder of his unseen presence. But Marie did not smile, as I had expected her to. Instead she turned away and looked intensely uncomfortable.
"I don't think you should say a thing like that, Madeleine. Mama says it's terribly unlucky to speak against the unborn."
"Oh, don't be such a goose!" I scoffed. "It can't hear me."
"No," she said uneasily, "but God can."
-Susan Kay's Phantom
Warnings: None
Original prompt request number: 20
Author's/artist's notes: Acrylic on canvas, 16x20 inches
Detail
