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shinonFandom: The Claidi Journals - Tanith Lee
Characters: Moon Silk, Nemian, Claidi
Word count: 500
Warnings: None
Notes: "okay but what if I did several ficlets about Claidi Journals bit characters." Moon Silk gets one too, set during the reunion at Ironel's place in Wolf Wing. Sorry about the scumbag husband and the vaguely Orientalist flavor, Moon Silk
Nemian didn’t even recognize her, that girl he had gone away to get. He didn’t spare her a look. But I looked. It was better that than watch him flirt with the Raven woman, who was dark-haired and very pale, like me, but unlike me was tall and had a personality. Yes: my husband had a type, and I was no longer his favorite example. Claidi, Claidissa, the Wolf’s Paw, the Law breaker, wasn’t from that mold. She was tan and disheveled and looked like she lived.
I think unkind things about Lady Ironel sometimes. The Law said that Nemian and I must marry, and then the Law said that Nemian must go find the new Wolf’s Paw. I think: suppose Ironel meant that to be her last big act before retirement, giving her grandson the thing that he wanted – me. And then she separated us right away so he wouldn’t bore of me as quickly as he might. He cried, I remember, when he saw me again. How short a time all that lasted.
I looked at her and I thought, if he had left me for her, at least that would have made sense. She was brave and funny and animated, colorful, kind to animals and probably people too. They were together for such a long time. Nemian is beautiful, and he could have conquered her. And here now, she was affectionate with her husband, and full of opinions. He could have had that. Who wouldn’t want that? I want that. If he’d had a grand romance on the road and left me for this flashing uncut gem of a girl, I’d have grieved. But I would have still…
I don’t know.
Respected him.
I think my husband is a man without substance. I think there will never be anything more or better to get from him. He doesn’t care that he has me and he didn’t care that he had her. I would have cared. I spoke to her, and she was – a little awkward, but lovely. I never get to meet awkward people. She looks you right in the face, no matter who you are. Her fingernails were really in a state – I could have offered her creams for that.
I’m such a fool.
I am going to leave this diary out. I’m going to leave it where he can read it. Nemian, husband, if you see this: is this what it takes to make you interested in me? Do you have to feel like you’re being bad? Maybe you were tempted when you thought I’d left this by accident, and maybe you thought “oh, I’m going to be so naughty, rummaging around in her secret heart.” It’s more exciting to steal someone’s confidences than speak to them, I’m sure. So maybe you can pay attention at least long enough to hurt me. But maybe once it’s done you’ll be bored again.
I wonder if I could hurt you. I wonder if I could be bad.
Characters: Moon Silk, Nemian, Claidi
Word count: 500
Warnings: None
Notes: "okay but what if I did several ficlets about Claidi Journals bit characters." Moon Silk gets one too, set during the reunion at Ironel's place in Wolf Wing. Sorry about the scumbag husband and the vaguely Orientalist flavor, Moon Silk
Nemian didn’t even recognize her, that girl he had gone away to get. He didn’t spare her a look. But I looked. It was better that than watch him flirt with the Raven woman, who was dark-haired and very pale, like me, but unlike me was tall and had a personality. Yes: my husband had a type, and I was no longer his favorite example. Claidi, Claidissa, the Wolf’s Paw, the Law breaker, wasn’t from that mold. She was tan and disheveled and looked like she lived.
I think unkind things about Lady Ironel sometimes. The Law said that Nemian and I must marry, and then the Law said that Nemian must go find the new Wolf’s Paw. I think: suppose Ironel meant that to be her last big act before retirement, giving her grandson the thing that he wanted – me. And then she separated us right away so he wouldn’t bore of me as quickly as he might. He cried, I remember, when he saw me again. How short a time all that lasted.
I looked at her and I thought, if he had left me for her, at least that would have made sense. She was brave and funny and animated, colorful, kind to animals and probably people too. They were together for such a long time. Nemian is beautiful, and he could have conquered her. And here now, she was affectionate with her husband, and full of opinions. He could have had that. Who wouldn’t want that? I want that. If he’d had a grand romance on the road and left me for this flashing uncut gem of a girl, I’d have grieved. But I would have still…
I don’t know.
Respected him.
I think my husband is a man without substance. I think there will never be anything more or better to get from him. He doesn’t care that he has me and he didn’t care that he had her. I would have cared. I spoke to her, and she was – a little awkward, but lovely. I never get to meet awkward people. She looks you right in the face, no matter who you are. Her fingernails were really in a state – I could have offered her creams for that.
I’m such a fool.
I am going to leave this diary out. I’m going to leave it where he can read it. Nemian, husband, if you see this: is this what it takes to make you interested in me? Do you have to feel like you’re being bad? Maybe you were tempted when you thought I’d left this by accident, and maybe you thought “oh, I’m going to be so naughty, rummaging around in her secret heart.” It’s more exciting to steal someone’s confidences than speak to them, I’m sure. So maybe you can pay attention at least long enough to hurt me. But maybe once it’s done you’ll be bored again.
I wonder if I could hurt you. I wonder if I could be bad.
