Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2011 7:58:20 GMT 10
Title: Conditions Apply
Rating: PG
Word Count: 378
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: So you want to court Sandrilene fa Toren? Well, there are a few things you need to know first. (Sibling Duty, #4)
Sandry stared curiously at the young man bowing before her, brushing his lips lightly over the back of her hand. They'd been introduced a few months ago, but it was only recently that he'd become comfortable enough to break protocol and ask her for her first dance. The pit of her stomach fluttered, and cold air rushed through her teeth. Oh. She hadn't felt like this since Narmon, and she wasn't sure whether to back away from disaster or embrace a possible attraction.
At once, she felt a sort of shifting in her head, and a moment later, Briar sidled up to stand by her side, the girl he had been dancing with nowhere to be seen. His eyes locked briefly with the nobleman's. Something passed between them that Briar wouldn't let her see, before they initiated a halting conversation -- at least, until Sandry managed to elbow Briar away.
The moment Briar left on the arm of another pretty girl, Daja somehow approached from the other side of the ballroom. Sandry stood back, only occasionally entering the conversation; Daja was charming, fluent and disarming. Until Daja wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugged her, and said, "We'll be seeing each other very often."
Tris didn't even bother to approach. The young nobleman was smiling at Sandry one moment, and in the next, was looking beyond her, frozen. Sandry felt the weather-mage's presence behind her, and when she turned around -- sure enough, Tris was boring a hole into the man's skull.
'What are you doing?' she demanded.
She received nothing more than a sense of smugness from all three siblings.
Meanwhile, her dance partner had drawn her close. He asked, quietly, "Will I be courting them as well as you?"
Sandry nearly stopped on the dance floor; years of habit saved her, and she turned it into a smooth spin. It was then that she understood why her siblings approached only now, months into her relationship.
'If he wants you,' Briar finally explained, after she'd worked it out, 'he has to put up with us too.'
"Yes," Sandry said plainly. She smiled at him. "Do you accept the challenge?" And knew his answer would either prevent their future from taking shape, or open the door to it.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 378
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: So you want to court Sandrilene fa Toren? Well, there are a few things you need to know first. (Sibling Duty, #4)
Sandry stared curiously at the young man bowing before her, brushing his lips lightly over the back of her hand. They'd been introduced a few months ago, but it was only recently that he'd become comfortable enough to break protocol and ask her for her first dance. The pit of her stomach fluttered, and cold air rushed through her teeth. Oh. She hadn't felt like this since Narmon, and she wasn't sure whether to back away from disaster or embrace a possible attraction.
At once, she felt a sort of shifting in her head, and a moment later, Briar sidled up to stand by her side, the girl he had been dancing with nowhere to be seen. His eyes locked briefly with the nobleman's. Something passed between them that Briar wouldn't let her see, before they initiated a halting conversation -- at least, until Sandry managed to elbow Briar away.
The moment Briar left on the arm of another pretty girl, Daja somehow approached from the other side of the ballroom. Sandry stood back, only occasionally entering the conversation; Daja was charming, fluent and disarming. Until Daja wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugged her, and said, "We'll be seeing each other very often."
Tris didn't even bother to approach. The young nobleman was smiling at Sandry one moment, and in the next, was looking beyond her, frozen. Sandry felt the weather-mage's presence behind her, and when she turned around -- sure enough, Tris was boring a hole into the man's skull.
'What are you doing?' she demanded.
She received nothing more than a sense of smugness from all three siblings.
Meanwhile, her dance partner had drawn her close. He asked, quietly, "Will I be courting them as well as you?"
Sandry nearly stopped on the dance floor; years of habit saved her, and she turned it into a smooth spin. It was then that she understood why her siblings approached only now, months into her relationship.
'If he wants you,' Briar finally explained, after she'd worked it out, 'he has to put up with us too.'
"Yes," Sandry said plainly. She smiled at him. "Do you accept the challenge?" And knew his answer would either prevent their future from taking shape, or open the door to it.
QC by PeroxidePirate