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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
freelance alchemist
The Things We Value: Ruby 
25th-Jul-2009 08:30 pm
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Ruby's necklace, interpreted by sofiaviolet (Etsy shop here).

A simple strand of pearls and sea glass opals. Closes with a toggle, into which is set a ruby.

Click here to bid!

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My eldest sister cried when she was married off to the terrible foreign king, and I have not seen her since, nor heard from her. Pearls scattered behind her as she walked up the aisle, tumbling forth from her lips with her stifled sobs. The-king-her-husband only leered. The-king-my-father kept his gaze forward, steadfastly ignoring my sister's plight.

Oh, how familiar for him. How comfortable.

My other sister wept opals at her wedding, glistening on her slim throat, falling at her feet with a soft tinkle.

And me? Third child of a fairy gift, a fairy curse. Oh, my parents were so delighted - a blessing upon my mother, that all of her daughters would produce what she named them for. My eldest sister, Pearl. My other sister, Opal. And upon menarche, they began to bring forth gems with every utterance. Our kingdom grew wealthy, and neighboring kings grew greedy.

I was born far later than my sisters. I saw what happened to them, and resolved that it would not happen to me.

It is more difficult than you can know, learning to catch the gems with your tongue before they emerge. I have grown skilled over the years. A deft twist of the tongue, to hide it in my cheek til I'm alone. I came of age, and my parents saw no bounty from me. After a few years, they gave me up for a lost cause. They've not seen the fairy since, so can't complain.

My gowns are beautiful - embroidered with pearls, encrusted with opals. And heavy - for the hems are lined with my own jewels. I spend my nights stitching and unstitching hems, collars, cuffs, filling them with the product of my curse.

When I marry, it will be for love. I spit forth no dowry, and will draw no foreign kings. I will marry who I please, and bring wealth where I choose.

I wear only one piece of jewelry. A necklace of pearls and opals, spoken for me by my beloved sisters. Pearls and opals... and set in the clasp, a single ruby, red as blood. A silent secret symbol of all that you do not know about me.

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SPONSOR ME! Am still at $1,177.24.

feste_sylvain Gchatted Emily saying that the maple-bacon ice cream tamidon made is "the nads".

Which sounds to us like it tastes like testicles or like it could remove hair.

We are quite sure that's not right.

Team Venture is me and mllelaurel at the table, zarhooie and jennaria on the couch, thesilentpoet and nevacaruso on the loveseat, emilytheslayer on the crockpot, and yendi on tambourine. Sponsor us!

nevacaruso actually wrote TARDIS/suit fanfic for Kat.
Comments 
26th-Jul-2009 12:44 am (UTC)
I dunno, to me it sounds like the maple-bacon ice cream must also have had God-given ass. (Why, yes, my only referent for "the nads" is Ziggy Stardust!)
26th-Jul-2009 12:48 am (UTC)
A story about the sisters was the first thing I ever read by you (not this one, I think, the next one) and it totally sucked me in. Haven't wandered off ever since!
26th-Jul-2009 12:54 am (UTC) - Monitor Tina
Anonymous
Halfway there!

That shawl in the last post is beautiful.
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