Transistor - "Waking Up in the Country"
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100wordsTitle: "Waking Up in the Country"
Fandom: Transistor
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: Farrah Yon-Dale
She'd painted the sunsets, once. She'd created enchanting romantic evenings, tranquil morning skies, blazing orange solstices. Whatever the people asked of her, she delivered, with grace, with passion, with every color imaginable at her fingertips.
But Farrah could never have dreamed up the colors she saw when she opened her eyes now. The gold of the wheat that tickled her skin, the endless blue spreading overhead, the weather-beaten red of a building far away.
These colors filled her heart, and broke it; she instinctively knew they were not hers to touch, or control. Alien, unknowable – yet, somehow, deeply, achingly, familiar.
Fandom: Transistor
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: Farrah Yon-Dale
She'd painted the sunsets, once. She'd created enchanting romantic evenings, tranquil morning skies, blazing orange solstices. Whatever the people asked of her, she delivered, with grace, with passion, with every color imaginable at her fingertips.
But Farrah could never have dreamed up the colors she saw when she opened her eyes now. The gold of the wheat that tickled her skin, the endless blue spreading overhead, the weather-beaten red of a building far away.
These colors filled her heart, and broke it; she instinctively knew they were not hers to touch, or control. Alien, unknowable – yet, somehow, deeply, achingly, familiar.
