Post by Carbon Kiwi on Jul 30, 2011 14:30:59 GMT 10
Title: Getting Personal
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Dedicate Rosethorn/Mind-healer Dedicate Cicelysong (/Dedicate Lark)
Event: Love long jump
Words: 388
Warnings: Crossing modern-day lines/boundaries.
Summary: “ You two make quite the pair.”
Notes: Some may find this fic inappropriate; I can understand that. However, I have the feeling Emelan would be looser on something like this given the time setting and liberal atmosphere. I’ve also always wanted to read more with Rosethorn and Lark exploring their polyamory but have never got around to it. I suppose this is a taster, to remind me to get into it more some day!
“It was nice to finally meet Lark,” Dedicate Cicelysong announced as she and Rosethorn took their seats in the mind-healer’s workshop, “after seeing her around for so many years and all the words from you.”
Rosethorn nodded her head; the curve of her lips was hard to miss. “She was pleased to meet you, too.”
“I never noticed how beautiful she was. You two make quite the pair.”
“In a manner. She’s a free bird and she lets me do as I please.”
Cicelysong smiled. After a few seconds of easy silence, Rosethorn spoke again.
“The Earth Festival is next week. Would you care to join us?”
“I would, but this year is not so appropriate—not without the pretence of a healing session.” Cicelysong appeared put-out as she stated this. “Next year, though, I’d stake my hair that you’ll be finished with me.”
“In this sense,” Rosethorn corrected. Her lips quirked into a full grin. “We wouldn’t want to see a bald Cicelysong. A year from now, come along with us or I’ll be stealing your hair myself.”
“I’m not sure how you’d look with my hair, Rosethorn. You’re rather stunning with your auburn.” The light twinkle to Cicelysong’s eyes and the ease of her smile was not lost on Rosethorn, who smiled back.
“Further weight to back my threat.” She sat back in her chair and dropped her hands to her knees. “I hope our relationship will change by next year.”
“I shouldn’t admit it, but I do as well. We’re both adults here.”
“Healed is healed—by a professional, peer or lover…or all three.” Rosethorn cherished the blush that dusted Cicelysong’s features and neck at the word ‘lover’. She still had it, then. “A year from next week. If that won’t drive me to work through my deep dark past, I don’t know what will. Perhaps the idea of you and Lark.”
Dedicate Cicelysong, who had taken a sip from her water, nearly spat out the mouthful. She could have bested Rosethorn’s tomatoes. Cicelysong shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, her face torn between a brilliant smile, laughter and her more professional façade.
Rosethorn grinned. “Yes, that might do the job, too. I know how to share. Now, about your assignment—I’ve had hardly any nightmares since you suggested an illustrated dream journal…”
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Dedicate Rosethorn/Mind-healer Dedicate Cicelysong (/Dedicate Lark)
Event: Love long jump
Words: 388
Warnings: Crossing modern-day lines/boundaries.
Summary: “ You two make quite the pair.”
Notes: Some may find this fic inappropriate; I can understand that. However, I have the feeling Emelan would be looser on something like this given the time setting and liberal atmosphere. I’ve also always wanted to read more with Rosethorn and Lark exploring their polyamory but have never got around to it. I suppose this is a taster, to remind me to get into it more some day!
“It was nice to finally meet Lark,” Dedicate Cicelysong announced as she and Rosethorn took their seats in the mind-healer’s workshop, “after seeing her around for so many years and all the words from you.”
Rosethorn nodded her head; the curve of her lips was hard to miss. “She was pleased to meet you, too.”
“I never noticed how beautiful she was. You two make quite the pair.”
“In a manner. She’s a free bird and she lets me do as I please.”
Cicelysong smiled. After a few seconds of easy silence, Rosethorn spoke again.
“The Earth Festival is next week. Would you care to join us?”
“I would, but this year is not so appropriate—not without the pretence of a healing session.” Cicelysong appeared put-out as she stated this. “Next year, though, I’d stake my hair that you’ll be finished with me.”
“In this sense,” Rosethorn corrected. Her lips quirked into a full grin. “We wouldn’t want to see a bald Cicelysong. A year from now, come along with us or I’ll be stealing your hair myself.”
“I’m not sure how you’d look with my hair, Rosethorn. You’re rather stunning with your auburn.” The light twinkle to Cicelysong’s eyes and the ease of her smile was not lost on Rosethorn, who smiled back.
“Further weight to back my threat.” She sat back in her chair and dropped her hands to her knees. “I hope our relationship will change by next year.”
“I shouldn’t admit it, but I do as well. We’re both adults here.”
“Healed is healed—by a professional, peer or lover…or all three.” Rosethorn cherished the blush that dusted Cicelysong’s features and neck at the word ‘lover’. She still had it, then. “A year from next week. If that won’t drive me to work through my deep dark past, I don’t know what will. Perhaps the idea of you and Lark.”
Dedicate Cicelysong, who had taken a sip from her water, nearly spat out the mouthful. She could have bested Rosethorn’s tomatoes. Cicelysong shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, her face torn between a brilliant smile, laughter and her more professional façade.
Rosethorn grinned. “Yes, that might do the job, too. I know how to share. Now, about your assignment—I’ve had hardly any nightmares since you suggested an illustrated dream journal…”