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It would probably be better to post this in the morning, but I play by my own rules! So please love and favor: Qi Rong! I hope I painted the shadows well, because I tried to do something new, unusual for me: first I filled the whole sheet with a semi-blue color, and then I painted as usual.
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Här är en konstig grej! En julnovell på svenska! Jag har inte skrivit på svenska på sjukt länge, men jag skrev en julnovell som julklapp till min bokklubb och tänkte att va fan, jag prövar att posta den till Ao3 utifall att! Kanske nån vilsen själ som kan läsa svenska känner för en novell om att inte fira jul, men ändå ha det rätt bra och tycka om sig själv!
För två-tre jular sen läste min bokklubb en sån där mysig julbok om en kvinna som åkte till landet och fann kärleken lagom till jul. Vi pratade då om hur det aldrig handlar om nån som åker till storstan och upptäcker vad kul det är med karriär. Det där dröjde kvar i mig. Efter ett antal falskstarter, är detta vad som hände! Jag gillar den, och tycker den är en fin historia som ändå passar i juletider, och inte dissar julen helt, även om det faktiskt inte firas jul "på riktigt" i historien.
Skriver om det även här utifall att nån skulle trilla över ett behov att läsa en julnovell utan krusiduller.
Craving art of my charr bebes, if someone would be up for like a headshot/bust art trade I'll love you forever. Only criteria is be somewhat experienced with drawing charrs please 👉 👈
My latest doodle featuring @vateoart 's charr bby, for example <3
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Celestic town. A settlement nestled against Sinnoh’s vast mountain range that separated the region – as well as people – in two. Fauve grew up with her father living on the other side of Mt. Coronet, a miner like so many other men. He worked tirelessly for the sake of his family, even though he couldn’t be them near, and whenever she got to see him; it was only for a short time, until the mines were ready again.
She was the sole daughter of a family that worked, and hoped, for more.
On the southern coast, a boy was raised by both mother, father and silver spoon. Noboru Akagi knew from a young age that he was meant for something greater – that in a name, there was power, and that his held much. The opportunities set before him were as rich and vast as the shores of his home metropolis; even beyond, should he be clever enough to see them.
But with opportunities, expectations follow. A weight too heavy for a young boy to bear alone.
They were two people who couldn’t have begun life any more differently, yet they would come together by chance and cause a ripple effect of adoration. But, as they would learn; ripples disappear and fade. Leaving nothing behind but cold, quiet waters.
Their story began under a curtain of rain.
Sinnoh, spring – 19xx
On her 17th birthday, Fauve had been crouched before a shrine carved through the earth. Little more than a grate over a hole, hidden off a lonesome dirt road. The staff of her umbrella cradled against the juncture between her shoulder and neck to keep the downpour at bay; as well as her hands free. They fingered upon a gift her father had sent through the mail on her special day. A chain of gold which daintily fell around her left wrist, created from ‘scrap ore’ (as the letter had said) that he had surely hidden away in his coat when no one had been there to see. Something that certainly wasn’t allowed, and she wished that she could’ve scolded him for it – because no gift was greater than he.
She didn’t wish for him to fare ill because of a silly present.
Still, Fauve tapped upon the chain with her fine fingertips – creating a subtle rhythm that she accompanied with a gentle hum. Though not a songstress and hardly one capable of staying on note; Fauve often took to humming when alone. Songs from her childhood, the radio at work or ones that she made up on her own. On that particular afternoon, she hummed to the tune of hymns.
The clang of church bells from a metropolis far, far away.
“… Oración?”
A song which faded into the sound of the wispy downpour once disturbed.
To her right, she caught sight of unstained cap-toe oxfords and fitted pants that disappeared past the brim of her umbrella. They reminded her of the many city folk who fancied themselves a stay in her quiet home. Men who came from wealth and wished for even more and who never much cared to buy a trinket or two.
After a pause, Fauve asked. “How do you know?”
“I’ve traveled to Hearthome a fair amount. The bells are hard to miss, given how they bellow through the whole main town.”
She chose to amend her query. "It’s not the most common thing to know by name.”
“Maybe not.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn. To where he now stood facing her. “But I have been known to care for unimportant things. Though… Perhaps the miss wouldn’t consider it so?”
Fauve imagined he stared down at her. Through her canopy of deep navy blue. Like Arceus watching her from above, questioning when her song were to begin anew. She felt quite flustered at the thought. “I suppose it would depend… Are you a faithful man?”
“I would regret to say that, no. I am not. Though I have found myself fearing judgement now and again.”
“… Then I think the knowledge isn’t all that useless.”
“Perhaps not.”
Quiet fell between the two after that, only disturbed by the whisk of rain. Before her, gated by parallel iron, the pitter-patter of droplets hitting silver and gold echoed within the shrines hollow depths. Fauve shifted her feet where she knelt, to test the limits of said gate. Slightly raised, yet level enough to not cause her to topple over onto her bottom.
Falling through them was impossible, yet the thought had crossed her mind once or twice before. To be trapped within its hold forever, in this town hidden away by the mountains.
(How tragic wouldn’t it be?)
The weight of her umbrella shifted. His finger disturbed the curved edge of her dome, forcing it upwards so that she no longer could hide herself beneath it. Fauve found herself to be captivated by his hand – so different from the boys and men of Celestic who labored tirelessly within agriculture and carpentry. When he crouched to meet her where she sat, she got to see his face for the very first time. The sharp lines of his cheek and jawbone. The fact that his hair was wispy blue – almost white – and his eyes, a stark black. Deep enough to get lost within.
When he spoke, his voice sounded warmer than before. Quieter, too. “Say… What is the name of this little songbird?”
Fauve’s hands felt clammy upon her wrist. “Songbird?” She laughed quietly. “Hardly so…”
There was a quirk to his lips. A showing of pearly white teeth. “Well?”
“Fauve,” she said.
“Fauve,” he said, then rose. He extended his hand towards her. “May I walk you home before the sun sets, Fauve?”
Before her mind was fully in it, her heart spoke for her. She laid her palm within his.
“You may.”
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On their walk home, Fauve got to learn that his name was Noboru Akagi while, during their next, she got to know much more. That she’d previously likened him to the business men who festered within Celestic like pests turned out to not be so bad of a guess – for when asked about his profession, Noboru’s eyes lit up.
“My father began laying the foundations for it when he was just shy of his 30s. He’d worked one of the mines along ‘triple two’* during it all, laboring much like your own father to the west. He and his work mates had always had something like it in sight, they just hadn’t gotten the partners to attach themselves to until recently.” Noboru had explained, his hand laid over hers where it rested at the crook of his arm. “We may have investors in Celestic, and so I’m here to see to it.”
“Your father must trust you, sending you off with such a task.”
That proposition caused a moment of silence, Noboru’s demeanor coming to a still. When he returned to her, from wherever it was that he had gone, it was with a smile.
That he carried a dimple upon his left cheek was something that Fauve hadn’t noticed until just then.
“He has no real choice but to trust me. A busted knee and back from miners work makes long trips difficult. The rattling of the trains don’t lend themselves well to someone like him.” He patted her knuckles. “Celestic is quite a ways away.”
Fauve averted her gaze at that. “I suppose you are right…”
A bird of her own nest, she was. Never had she traveled beyond her town’s markers and she’d never thought herself to do so either. Noboru was a worldly man in her eyes, and he’d seen more than she though she ever would. What little she knew of the rest of Sinnoh were what glimpses she’d caught on the tele in the evenings – or the words spoken over the radio for the nation to hear. When she looked to where Noboru’s hand claimed hers, she noted that it was a few shades darker, too.
“Celestic must seem awfully dreary compared to your home city. I can’t imagine you find much enjoyment in the simple life.”
“Well,” he began, their pace slowing to that of slugs. “My travels here wasn’t a particularly pleasant one. Nor are the meetings I take in my father’s steed. However… One thing has made it all quite bearable.”
The pad of his thumb gently brushed upon her knuckles, and Fauve felt her heart flutter.
“You heal a tired heart, Fauve Novelovna.”
“You flatter,” she denied, leaning against him to hide against his shoulder. “All I have ever done is bring you on walks.”
“And I am ever thankful for it.”
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When Noboru’s stay within Celestic were to come to an end, Fauve never did ask. For to know was worse than not. When their last day did come, however, it came with worse heartache than she’d ever imagined one thing could.
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The day began with the faint sound of the radio broadcast. A promise of good weather suggested a day for laundry, something Fauve knew her mother would find delight in.
Working the family business of watchmaking, most days were uneventful. More often than not the rare customer would come by for repairs rather than purchases – something that Fauve held no qualification for. What she did was to simply take a note with the clientele’s information, their payment depending on what needed to be mended before moving the item into the back workshop so that her uncle could busy himself with at a later date.
Slow, quiet day’s with little excitement. Yet Fauve found something tranquil about the mundane life she led.
With the broadcast turning to that of a fire down south, within a small community of residential housing near Oreburgh city, the shops entry bell rang. Fauve did little other than glance away from the morning paper laid before herself, idly fingering at the coarse pages of stained ink and almost went back to her pastime before something within her clicked.
“… Noboru?”
The distinct shade of baby blue traveled alongside the tall shelves, quickly moving towards her. Before she knew it, he was before her – his usual put together self disheveled and wrong. The arms of his white dress shirt were pushed past his elbows, a few too many buttons undone while his tie slung loosely around his throat. Fauve would’ve found the sight amusing had it not been equally concerning. He looked as though he hadn’t changed out of his wear since the night before.
Carefully, she slid off her high seat and rounded the counter to see to him. Before she could do anything else, however, Noboru forewent all pleasantries and manners he’d so sensibly displayed all throughout their time together and swept her off her feet. His arms settled around her waist and under her bum, hoisting her against himself in a tight embrace. Fauve, helplessly, palmed upon his shoulder and kicked her feet in the air as she wished to scold him for his deeds – but his laughter, rich and deep, left her wordless.
He wetly kissed upon her throat. “Fauve,” he sighed, his voice muffled against her bare skin. “Fauve, I have done it. I’ve sealed the deal.”
“The deal?” She asked, bewildered and flustered all at once. Her vision swam and the desire to have another feel of his lips occupied her mind. “The… You got the partnership?”
“Aye.” Tired arms gave out, and gently; Noboru set her back onto her own two feet. But near him, he kept her, his brow laying to rest against hers. “My contact saw fit to lay claim to my father’s model, thinking it fair he be given a grander deal as composition for having had a spoiled brat to negotiate with rather than the man himself… I could’ve left there with nothing to my name, Fauve.”
Fauve raised her hands to lay them upon his cheeks. The pads of her thumbs, soothing over the height of his cheekbones. She’d once thought herself capable of drowning in the depths of his dark eyes but, when so near… She felt it was a fate worth suffering.
“But you didn’t.” She said.
“… But I didn’t.”
Their lips met in the most innocent of manners possible. Soft, tender – chaste and unreasonably light given the heat of which filled their guts. Fauve wished for more and she could feel, by the hardness pressing against her stomach, that he did too.
But more did not come. He parted from her with a grim look, and had she not already felt weak to her knees, then his next words would’ve been her downfall.
“I leave within the hour.”
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Sinnoh, winter – 19xx
“Dearest Fauve,”
“Sunyshore appears more inert and dreary with each passing day. Nothing compares to the life you brought me during my time in humble Celestic. I may not miss its cold morning or its poor weather – but I do miss you. With each beat of my heart I miss you all the more.
Have your tears dried since my last letter? I sincerely hope so, despite me not being there to wipe them off your rosy cheeks. Someone like you should never have to weep or experience sorrow, and I do hope that in your next moment of doubt or worry that you will find solace in Oración once more. Sing for us both, my songbird.”
Noboru had promised to stay in contact the day that he left her. She’d carried that promise as company on her lonesome walk back home, no longer having had an arm to cling to as she treaded upon the familiar dirt roads. Upon arrival, she’d bypassed her mother without a word shared and locked herself within her bedroom to weep into her sheets. Just as she had done the day her father left for Eterna.
“Work has been busy these past few months and many changes are happening quickly. Almost too quickly, if I may be so crass as to confide in you… It’s difficult to work towards the future when its promises are so uncertain. Though I am proud to have brought my father’s work into the world, I fear we won’t be able to live up to the promises we have made. It’s strenuous work, Fauve. Especially for my old man.”
Her routines before she met him returned to what they had been. A mundane existence with little excitement to speak of. She took up cooking, cleaning and took a more active part in the caring of her childhood home to lessen her mother’s workload. She tended to her father when he returned home, the cold far too much to continue miners work.
She would hum for her him every night, like she had when she was a little girl. And when she sang, she imagined that Noboru could hear her too.
There, across the region that had separated one heart in two.
“I worry that his health is declining, and rapidly. He has reached the age where his own father, my grandfather, lost is life due to ailments. One’s that runs like a vice within the men of my family. The worst that could happen, now, would be for his body to give out just as his dreams are coming true. What sort of son would I be if I let that happen? How could he put his faith in me and I not return it tenfold?
Nothing in this world feels definite, Fauve. Not my father, nor his work. Nor us.
Fauve. I have one question for you that could bring me greater peace than any other during these tumultuous times.”
Her father was there when Noboru’s final letter arrived and gave his blessings, despite never having met the man.
“Come to Sunyshore and let me take your hand in marriage.”
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She said yes, of course. There truly wasn’t more to it than that. With the blessings of her family and his, a date was set and she traveled by train towards the south. Soon enough, Fauve was in the arms of Noboru once more.
As she was always meant to be.
A year after Fauve settled down with her new husband, Noboru’s father passed. It marked not only a shift of power within The Akagi Foundation, but also an end to the fairytale life she’d thought herself to have gotten. Slowly, but surely, their love seemingly dwindled into that of nothingness…
Still, Oración could be heard in the halls of their quiet home. Fauve hummed it at any given moment, whenever she could. She hummed it to their son after she gave birth that very same winter.
They named him Cyrus Toumaich Akagi, and he looked just like his father.
Novell’s plans to “get 1 billion users and devices connected to NetWare by the year 2000″ featured in this issue. There were also feature articles on “pattern recognition,” including the recognition of faces.
