Rachel Caustello (
thecutdiamond) wrote2012-10-23 01:26 pm
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100 Fairy Tales
001. | The fox as shepherd. | 002. | Curing a sick lion. | 003. | The saving blood. | 004. | The first to see the sunrise. | 005. | Learning to fear men. -past!Rachel |
006. | What was whispered in his ear. -Young!Edchel | 007. | Blood-brothers. | 008. | Sin and grace. -Mensverse!Rachel | 009. | The danced-out shoes. | 010. | The princess in the shroud. |
011. | The girl as helper in the hero’s fight. -returned!Rachel | 012. | The youth transformed. -AU!Edchel | 013. | The magician and his pupil. | 014. | The youth who wanted to learn what fear is. | 015. | Little brother and little sister. |
016. | Sleeping beauty. | 017. | Friends in life and death. -Eddrew brotp | 018. | The bridge to the other world. | 019. | The confession. | 020. | All stick together. -Pierchel |
021. | Beloved of women. | 022. | The dance among thorns. | 023. | The devil’s contract. | 024. | Open sesame. | 025. | Invisible voices. |
026. | Her only trick. | 027. | The hunter. | 028. | The lazy boy. | 029. | The snare. | 030. | The rhyme. |
031. | Thank you three times. | 032. | Why it turned winter. | 033. | The spider brings luck. | 034. | A pound of flesh. -Lysa | 035. | Wise through experience. |
036. | Like wind in the hot sun. | 037. | The blood that testified to the truth. | 038. | The partition of an inheritance. | 039. | Bargain not to become angry. | 040. | Casting eyes. |
041. | Cleaning the child. -H/V!Sydney & Cadogan | 042. | Contest in words. | 043. | The ogre injured. | 044. | As much as you can carry. | 045. | With his whole heart. |
046. | The man who competes with the devil. | 047. | The girl who ate so little. | 048. | Sunlight carried into the windowless house. -Rachel and Eileen | 049. | The man takes seriously the prediction of death. | 050. | Mistaken identity. |
051. | Fools frightened. | 052. | Sailing in a contrary wind. | 053. | Hospitality. | 054. | How wide the world is. | 055. | The girl who patched her apron. |
056. | The silence wager. | 057. | The old woman as troublemaker. | 058. | The girl who does not know herself. | 059. | The thunderstorm. | 060. | Staying with a friend in rainy weather. |
061. | The practical girl. -Mensverse!Adair | 062. | Keeping up appearances. | 063. | Clean and tidy. | 064. | Nothing to cook. | 065. | The dead shall remain dead. -Edchel (two in one!) |
066. | A clever boy. | 067. | The girl who ran so fast. | 068. | Carrying part of the load. | 069. | The girl who wanted to be always young. | 070. | The first harbinger of spring. |
071. | Cleverness and gullibility. -Rachel and Eileen | 072. | For the long winter. | 073. | Know-it-all. | 074. | Building castles in the air. | 075. | What should I have said? |
076. | The forgotten word. | 077. | Jealousy. | 078. | Two match-makers. | 079. | Echo answers. | 080. | Can’t take a joke. |
081. | Cards fall from the sleeve of the preacher. | 082. | The man who will never say thanks. | 083. | The girl who is spinning the thread of fate. | 084. | Good-bye, you dirty world. | 085. | 'Who gives his own goods shall receive it back tenfold.' |
086. | Three words at the grave. -Edchel | 087. | Imagined penance for imagined sin. -canon!Rachel | 088. | A realistic demonstration. -Hollywood!Rachel and kiddos | 089. | You shall see me a little while longer. | 090. | Another matter. -Ace!Rachel |
091. | Too much talk. | 092. | Wishing contests. | 093. | A miraculous escape. | 094. | Good luck. | 095. | I knew you were coming. -Hollywood!Sydilim |
096. | Unusual hearing. -Edchel | 097. | The wishing ring. -Hollywood!Syd/ Feilim | 098. | No time for sickness. | 099. | The lucky shot. | 100. | The poisoned apple. |
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"Breathe with me, Rachel."
She's only entirely conscious of the pain, which naturally makes her automatically think of Uncle Shea. Hearing Edgar's voice, low and comforting in her ear, is consequently a bewildering prospect.
But his voice is warm, and she's feeling so very cold, and maybe if she listens to him she'll be able to start feeling warmer, too. So she focuses on the rise and fall of chest she can distantly feel herself cradled against and breathes.
"Breathe with me, Rachel."
She's been crying for so hard and so long that she can't entirely remember what brought her into Edgar's arms, sobs shaking her entire frame and making it hard for her to steady herself. He kisses her forehead, wipes away her tears, over and over murmuring to her that it's okay, it'll be okay, she just needs to breathe, he loves her.
Burying her face into his chest helps add to the feeling of being cradled, of being safe, and so she does so, forces her breaths to echo the steadiness of his heartbeat.
"Breathe with me, Rachel."
It's an isolated incident, she knows. A fluke that he managed to find her hiding away in the Diamond gardens, gasping with terror after being yet again harassed by the Givenchy brothers and their posse. It doesn't make the hand in her hair any less comforting, the one steadying against her shoulder any less a tie to a safer reality. He's still Argine's, she knows, but she can't help the comfort she takes in knowing that he's willing to give her this moment, to let her reach to cling tight to his arms until she's able to wrest back her Diamond control and start breathing properly again.
"Breathe with me, Rachel."
It's been years since he died, and she's had to breathe on her own for quite some time now. Most days she manages it pretty easily, keeps herself calm and sparkles on in the face of adversity like a good Queen.
But now, buried beneath goodness knew how many tonnes of rock, she can feel her rib cage pressing inwards, can feel the panic beginning to build among the pain. Hearing his voice, low and comforting in her ear, actually makes her heart stop for just the briefest of moments-- because it was just so entirely impossible that he could be here.
There's a voice like Henry Givenchy's snidely telling her that she's failed again, but Edgar manages to speak louder than it. She imagines his hands cradling her, trying to push away at some of the rubble and let her free, and can hear his voice repeating the same words over and over again.
"Breathe with me, Rachel."
And even though a part of her knows that no breath has passed his lips in years, knows that this is likely a fragment of her stunned mind's imagination, she still pretends that she can feel him holding her, the gentle rise and fall of his chest like a soothing ocean's waves.
And she breathes.