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wintersday) wrote2023-07-07 11:47 pm
wintersday) wrote2023-07-07 11:47 pm
Fic: Crowns of Snow
Fandom: Fallen London
Characters/pairings: Furnace Ancona/Player
Wordcount: 100 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: Furnace makes her choice.
Content notes: Spoilers for the end of the Railway storyline.
Notes: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
poetry_fiction July 7th prompt: Tonight you're thinking of cities under crowns / of snow and I stare at you like I'm looking through a window. 7/7 seems like the right day to post a Fallen London fic.
“Are you going to do it?” the Railway Director asks. Their voice is desolate, like the stillness upon the frozen lake, like warmth remembered and unreachable. They want her to say no, but Furnace has never been beholden to what they want, and what she is beholden to – it’s not the debt they’re thinking of.
She doesn’t say with no choice; she doesn’t say with no regrets. She takes their hands and kisses each three times, and says that the city she builds from her own bones will know no crown, and will not rest on a reservoir of sorrow.
Characters/pairings: Furnace Ancona/Player
Wordcount: 100 words
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary: Furnace makes her choice.
Content notes: Spoilers for the end of the Railway storyline.
Notes: Written for the
poetry_fiction July 7th prompt: Tonight you're thinking of cities under crowns / of snow and I stare at you like I'm looking through a window. 7/7 seems like the right day to post a Fallen London fic.“Are you going to do it?” the Railway Director asks. Their voice is desolate, like the stillness upon the frozen lake, like warmth remembered and unreachable. They want her to say no, but Furnace has never been beholden to what they want, and what she is beholden to – it’s not the debt they’re thinking of.
She doesn’t say with no choice; she doesn’t say with no regrets. She takes their hands and kisses each three times, and says that the city she builds from her own bones will know no crown, and will not rest on a reservoir of sorrow.