Fic: Rosy-fingered Dawn
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meridian_roseTitle: Rosy-fingered Dawn
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Aura
Pairing/Characters: Aura
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 206
Prompt: For the writerverse prompts 'Dawn' and 'Yesterday'
Summary: Aura reflects on the sunrise and what it means to her, from her mortal life to her current supernatural state
Warnings: None
Index Page for this series: DW / LJ
When I was young – no, when I was human – I loved the dawn. Sunrise meant a new day. An end to the night, fraught with dangers.
"Dawn comes early, with rosy fingers," or so some translations of The Odyssey go. Nikolai read it to me back then, enchanting me with literature just as he enchanted me with his looks, his voice, his personality. Sunrise – like Nikolai himself - was romantic, poetic.
When Nikolai made me what I am now, I took the name Aurelia in honour of the first sunrise I saw with new eyes. It was so vivid and vibrant. Golden sunlight pierced rose hued clouds. It took my breath away.
Yet now the dawn means danger. During daylight hours I do not have full access to my gifts. I am almost human once more under the sun's fiery gaze. Only night's dark cloak brings forth my preternatural strength and formidable healing powers.
In spite of this, I still love to watch the sun rise. Sometimes I like to sit upon the rooftop of our apartment building, watching dawn's rosy fingers bathe the city in a warm glow. No matter what happened yesterday, the sunrise heralds a new day and brings me hope and happiness.
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Aura
Pairing/Characters: Aura
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 206
Prompt: For the writerverse prompts 'Dawn' and 'Yesterday'
Summary: Aura reflects on the sunrise and what it means to her, from her mortal life to her current supernatural state
Warnings: None
Index Page for this series: DW / LJ
When I was young – no, when I was human – I loved the dawn. Sunrise meant a new day. An end to the night, fraught with dangers.
"Dawn comes early, with rosy fingers," or so some translations of The Odyssey go. Nikolai read it to me back then, enchanting me with literature just as he enchanted me with his looks, his voice, his personality. Sunrise – like Nikolai himself - was romantic, poetic.
When Nikolai made me what I am now, I took the name Aurelia in honour of the first sunrise I saw with new eyes. It was so vivid and vibrant. Golden sunlight pierced rose hued clouds. It took my breath away.
Yet now the dawn means danger. During daylight hours I do not have full access to my gifts. I am almost human once more under the sun's fiery gaze. Only night's dark cloak brings forth my preternatural strength and formidable healing powers.
In spite of this, I still love to watch the sun rise. Sometimes I like to sit upon the rooftop of our apartment building, watching dawn's rosy fingers bathe the city in a warm glow. No matter what happened yesterday, the sunrise heralds a new day and brings me hope and happiness.
