Post by Tamari on May 25, 2012 7:42:54 GMT 10
Series: Bitter, Twisted Lies
Title: The Dream
Rating: PG
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: She can say she's realistic, but it's a lie.
Margarry has always been the dreamer.
Eiralys is realistic, all sharpness and grit and darkness. Marek is like that, too, but he has smoother edges, made of humor and ambition and hope. They know from the beginning that things will change- Eiralys will soften or Marek will harden- but it's a risk they're willing to take.
And they lie- oh, how they lie- to everyone, and they're kind of happy. She knows nothing lasts forever (but maybe this will), and when they're together, Eiralys thinks maybe she can dream a little more.
"Are you going to go with your sisters tomorrow?" he says one night in her rooms.
"Mmm," Eiralys says, before looking up. "Where?"
"To find your true love, for Midsummer. What, you don't listen to Margarry's stimulating conversation?" Marek says, faking a shocked look.
She huffs. "No."
"No, because you already found your true love?" he teases. He nearly falls off the bed ducking her joking slap.
"No, because my sisters act ridiculously on days like that. You can go in my stead, if you want, and have some girl time," she says, barely stifling a giggle.
He snorts. "Only you, Eiralys."
They spend Midsummer Day together at the palace- playing chess and strolling through the gardens and practicing archery ("It's not ladylike," complains Eiralys, but she scowls when he beats her anyway).
It's no use trying to stay out of sight when the palace is so crowded. Marek pretends he's not worried about repercussions, and Eiralys pretends she's not ashamed of his common background, and they both pretend not to be pretending at all.
She collapses into her rooms at the end of the day (someone is going to break, and soon).
Marek is the one who breaks. He darkens just in time.
Wyldon finds out a month later, walking by them in a garden.
He stares. Marek and Eiralys sit on a bench as they wait for something, anything, to happen. Glancing at Marek's hard face, Eiralys sees the Rogue. She shifts.
Wyldon does not speak as he leaves.
Marek and Eiralys look at each other and pretend that they feel nothing, that Marek's not petrified and Eiralys isn't crushed (but it's a lie, it's a lie).
"I never should have dreamed," she says, turning away, "for perfection, for love, for acceptance, for anything at all."
She doesn't cry. She's not Margarry, and she's not weak.
Title: The Dream
Rating: PG
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: She can say she's realistic, but it's a lie.
The Dream
Margarry has always been the dreamer.
Eiralys is realistic, all sharpness and grit and darkness. Marek is like that, too, but he has smoother edges, made of humor and ambition and hope. They know from the beginning that things will change- Eiralys will soften or Marek will harden- but it's a risk they're willing to take.
And they lie- oh, how they lie- to everyone, and they're kind of happy. She knows nothing lasts forever (but maybe this will), and when they're together, Eiralys thinks maybe she can dream a little more.
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"Are you going to go with your sisters tomorrow?" he says one night in her rooms.
"Mmm," Eiralys says, before looking up. "Where?"
"To find your true love, for Midsummer. What, you don't listen to Margarry's stimulating conversation?" Marek says, faking a shocked look.
She huffs. "No."
"No, because you already found your true love?" he teases. He nearly falls off the bed ducking her joking slap.
"No, because my sisters act ridiculously on days like that. You can go in my stead, if you want, and have some girl time," she says, barely stifling a giggle.
He snorts. "Only you, Eiralys."
-:-
They spend Midsummer Day together at the palace- playing chess and strolling through the gardens and practicing archery ("It's not ladylike," complains Eiralys, but she scowls when he beats her anyway).
It's no use trying to stay out of sight when the palace is so crowded. Marek pretends he's not worried about repercussions, and Eiralys pretends she's not ashamed of his common background, and they both pretend not to be pretending at all.
She collapses into her rooms at the end of the day (someone is going to break, and soon).
-:-
Marek is the one who breaks. He darkens just in time.
Wyldon finds out a month later, walking by them in a garden.
He stares. Marek and Eiralys sit on a bench as they wait for something, anything, to happen. Glancing at Marek's hard face, Eiralys sees the Rogue. She shifts.
Wyldon does not speak as he leaves.
Marek and Eiralys look at each other and pretend that they feel nothing, that Marek's not petrified and Eiralys isn't crushed (but it's a lie, it's a lie).
"I never should have dreamed," she says, turning away, "for perfection, for love, for acceptance, for anything at all."
She doesn't cry. She's not Margarry, and she's not weak.