Post by wordy on Aug 29, 2011 23:29:25 GMT 10
Title: Sunshine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 626
Card: Summer
Bingo: Holiday + Cotton + Summer + Games + Somewhere New
Summary: In which Briar is a nuisance, Sandry is sleepy, and they’re both adorable.
A/N: I couldn’t find an explanation online about the months and seasons in Emelan, so I’ve just used ‘summer’.
The dry grass was swaying gently in the breeze. Briar stretched out a lazy hand to pluck a blade, and set it to his mouth. He couldn’t quite remember how to make the noise, but after a few tries he had mastered it. The blade of grass made a buzzing sound between his lips. It tasted a little like summer.
“Are you trying to be irritating?” asked Sandry. Her embroidery was abandoned in the lap of her dress, her eyes closed against the sun.
Briar turned his face to look at her, threw away the bit of grass. The ground was hard beneath his back. “It’s a gift of mine,” he said. “If you wanted peace and quiet you should’ve invited Daja or Tris.”
She didn’t reply to that, and his neck was getting a crick in it from straining to see her face. He turned his eyes back to the sky, squirming a little as he tried to find a more comfortable spot, the grass itching his legs. Despite the breeze, the sun was starting to burn his skin. But he’d be damned if he was going back to Winding Circle now, where he knew there’d be a storeroom full of work waiting.
He must have drifted off to sleep, somehow, for he woke suddenly, sitting up and glancing around before remembering where they were. Sandry lay in the grass beside him, having obviously fallen asleep in the sun. Her embroidery was in danger of being crushed beneath the edge of her light, cotton dress and the needle lost.
There was grass in his hair. He brushed a hand through it as he stretched and yawned, feeling very much like a cat. The sun was still high in the sky, so he judged that they had plenty of time before they had to start back.
It would be cruel to wake her. She had been working so hard for her uncle lately that he doubted she ever got a proper night’s sleep. The thought of curling back up and dozing off in the sun again was tempting, but if she lost a needle in the grass it would be well and truly lost, which would only make Sandry well and truly cross. With a sigh, Briar rolled over until he was close enough to carefully withdraw the piece of embroidery from beside her, taking care to stick the needle into the material so it wouldn’t come loose. He set the lot of it aside, where she wouldn’t roll over and crush it.
And perhaps it was the sun, or the sudden insistent beating of his heart, or a combination of both. But he found himself leaning over her, noticing the way her eyelashes fell against her cheek and the unladylike habit that she had of breathing through her mouth when she was sleeping. He smiled and shook his head, tucking that last bit of information away for the next time she needed teasing down from her high horse.
Suddenly, Sandry was blinking awake. Briar startled, but after a moment she closed her eyes again. “You’re blocking my sun.”
“Sorry,” said Briar, not moving. “I seem to like ruining your day.”
“I’ve grown used to it.”
Briar smiled. Hesitantly, he lay down beside her in the grass, edging close enough to tuck his arm under the back of her neck. Sandry only sighed contentedly and shifted closer. “I - ” he began.
“Shush,” she cut him off, curling her legs up to her chest. “If you wake me again, I’ll get Evvy to help hang you in the well.”
Briar grinned and shut up, closing his eyes and turning his face back to the sun.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 626
Card: Summer
Bingo: Holiday + Cotton + Summer + Games + Somewhere New
Summary: In which Briar is a nuisance, Sandry is sleepy, and they’re both adorable.
A/N: I couldn’t find an explanation online about the months and seasons in Emelan, so I’ve just used ‘summer’.
The dry grass was swaying gently in the breeze. Briar stretched out a lazy hand to pluck a blade, and set it to his mouth. He couldn’t quite remember how to make the noise, but after a few tries he had mastered it. The blade of grass made a buzzing sound between his lips. It tasted a little like summer.
“Are you trying to be irritating?” asked Sandry. Her embroidery was abandoned in the lap of her dress, her eyes closed against the sun.
Briar turned his face to look at her, threw away the bit of grass. The ground was hard beneath his back. “It’s a gift of mine,” he said. “If you wanted peace and quiet you should’ve invited Daja or Tris.”
She didn’t reply to that, and his neck was getting a crick in it from straining to see her face. He turned his eyes back to the sky, squirming a little as he tried to find a more comfortable spot, the grass itching his legs. Despite the breeze, the sun was starting to burn his skin. But he’d be damned if he was going back to Winding Circle now, where he knew there’d be a storeroom full of work waiting.
He must have drifted off to sleep, somehow, for he woke suddenly, sitting up and glancing around before remembering where they were. Sandry lay in the grass beside him, having obviously fallen asleep in the sun. Her embroidery was in danger of being crushed beneath the edge of her light, cotton dress and the needle lost.
There was grass in his hair. He brushed a hand through it as he stretched and yawned, feeling very much like a cat. The sun was still high in the sky, so he judged that they had plenty of time before they had to start back.
It would be cruel to wake her. She had been working so hard for her uncle lately that he doubted she ever got a proper night’s sleep. The thought of curling back up and dozing off in the sun again was tempting, but if she lost a needle in the grass it would be well and truly lost, which would only make Sandry well and truly cross. With a sigh, Briar rolled over until he was close enough to carefully withdraw the piece of embroidery from beside her, taking care to stick the needle into the material so it wouldn’t come loose. He set the lot of it aside, where she wouldn’t roll over and crush it.
And perhaps it was the sun, or the sudden insistent beating of his heart, or a combination of both. But he found himself leaning over her, noticing the way her eyelashes fell against her cheek and the unladylike habit that she had of breathing through her mouth when she was sleeping. He smiled and shook his head, tucking that last bit of information away for the next time she needed teasing down from her high horse.
Suddenly, Sandry was blinking awake. Briar startled, but after a moment she closed her eyes again. “You’re blocking my sun.”
“Sorry,” said Briar, not moving. “I seem to like ruining your day.”
“I’ve grown used to it.”
Briar smiled. Hesitantly, he lay down beside her in the grass, edging close enough to tuck his arm under the back of her neck. Sandry only sighed contentedly and shifted closer. “I - ” he began.
“Shush,” she cut him off, curling her legs up to her chest. “If you wake me again, I’ll get Evvy to help hang you in the well.”
Briar grinned and shut up, closing his eyes and turning his face back to the sun.