Post by theescaped on Aug 1, 2014 12:08:32 GMT 10
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Message: I hope it's not too disappointing! I had a lot of fun writing it!
From:theescaped
Title:Glimpses
Rating: G
Wishlist #: 2. Emelan
Summary and any warnings: The evolution of a relationship through the years, Tris and Niko's apprenticeship and beyond (no romance).
1. Niko was starting to think he was a glutton for punishment. That must be how he found himself across the cave, a squat redheaded child attempting to glare him down.
“Everyone I ever trusted sent me away,” she said flatly, almost as if she was daring him.
2. The foolish girl had managed to stop the tides, and his heart with them.
3. Her eyes widened for a moment when she saw him, and her face almost lost its perpetual scowl. You came back, her eyes told him. Trisana wasn’t used to kept promises yet.
Then she reverted back to her usual self.
“You again.”
4. He was going to kill those brats who’d left his apprentice in tears. As if she could do no better than the likes of them.
5. “You’ll change your mind soon enough,” she said on the topic of his meeting her, “Everyone does.”
6. The redhead went out of her way to leave this streak unbroken on the trip to Emelan.
7. Her suitcase was still packed. That was the first thing he noticed when he went to speak to her, after the girl had near stopped her heart breaking the pattern-magic while trying to stop the pirates. Her brush and other necessities were scattered along the room, books lined a shelf with pristine precision, but her clothing was still neatly packed, waiting for Tris’ next destination (because he’d seen her mind, and knew by now that the thing Tris feared most was the word home, and how vulnerable it left her). All the residual fear coursing through him as anger vanished, leaving him tired.
8. “Fine then, go off to Tharios!” she told him, voice thick with tears. Tris had her arms crossed over her chest, because her heart was too damaged and fragile to leave unprotected. “Briar and Daja are leaving too. I’ll be used to it again by then!”
9. Winding Circle was too close to the coast for snow, but they had wonderful Midwinter celebrations anyway. Niko looked up from his book in surprise to see Tris standing in front of him.
“I made you this.” She mumbled, crimson, shoving a present at him, “Sorry it’s small.”
10. She really should have seen a mind-healer after the pirates. That was the kind of fighting that left scars inside. Her nightmares were proof of that. But he couldn’t suggest it. Tris had spent so much of her life being told something was wrong with her, he couldn’t suggest it now, when she was finally starting to trust him.
11. “I thought you said you were staying at Winding Circle for a few days.”
Niko was so distracted by waking visions of a ship, Trader, with the words Third Ship Kisubo, that he barely heard her. “I’ve been called away on business.”
Then he heard her, really heard her, because talking with a girl like Tris was a game of psychology, of double meanings and secret codes in every word. Trisana Chandler spoke the language of insecurity, so well and so aggressively that sometimes Niko forgot to translate. “Trisana-”
But she was retreating already. “Good. I’m sick of being stared at funny all the time anyway.”
“Tris.” His hand on her shoulder was the only thing keeping her in the room; she glared at it rather than look at him. Static crackled in the air around the dormitory. “I will come back, to see how you’ve been. I don’t know how long it will take-”
She pulled out of his hold. “Why bother? I probably won’t be here anymore by the time you remember me.” As he left the room, he heard her final parting shot. “Told you everyone changes their mind.”
12. There was always a shadow on her mind, even after years together as student and teacher, he would get rid of her soon. It cropped up at odd times. Niko had a hell of a time convincing her it wasn’t the case.
13. Family was a dangerous word. Niko learned that on the trip to Winding Circle, trying to learn about why they had thrown her to Stone Circle.
He hadn’t expected that mentioning her new one could be just as hazardous.
14. “I didn’t ask to be special!” she told him, when the whispers started spreading around her like ripples in the wind, “I didn’t! It’s not my fault! If they can’t tell, then they can all rot!”
If her voice hadn’t cracked on the last word, he might have believed her.
15. When a trip to her room didn’t produce his student, Niko went searching for the other children. Tris had been spending more time with them since the earthquake, which was good. Following a faint threat of magic, Niko was led to a door. The door to Rosethorn’s study. The one room they had been forbidden from. Of course.
“R is for rhododendron, raspberry, rowan…”
“R…rosethorn?” volunteered Briar. There was an uncertain, pleased note in his voice, under the boy’s usual slyness.
Through the crack in the doorjamb, Niko saw Tris favor the boy with a smile. “That’s right. What would be the second letter?” Briar left off shredding bark to take the chalk from her, and Niko used the distraction of movement to slip away, wondering how both he and Rosethorn could have missed this.
16. He’d left her while she was in the process of hardening her heart again, with only Glaki and the dog to soften it. When he came to escort her to Lightsbridge, he was surprised by the calmness that pervaded her, at least until he’d seen the tiny strands of magic trailing off her, running into the magic of the three other mages greeting their teachers. Niko was relieved to see that his student had reconnected with her family.
17. And if he suddenly came to Lightsbridge more often after that, what of it? It was worth it, to see the exasperated scowl on his student’s face.
18. Niko woke up on his apprentice’s sixteenth birthday to find her in tears, holding a sketch Daja had made once of Discipline Cottage.
“I can’t go back again,” she told him, “Not the way it was before.”
19. He wasn’t sure he could forgive her parents, for ridding themselves of a child because they couldn’t understand her magic. It was also annoying because it meant that much more coaxing Niko had to do before Tris was willing to try meditation. She grumbled and fidgeted and complained.
Then her breath caught in the rhythm of the waves crashing outside, and without her knowledge, the silvery mist that was her magic spread out of her body, like a fledgling learning to fly.
20. He pestered her to distraction over learning to scry the winds, checking to see if she was tiring, prodding at her with questions. It was nearly as frustrating as the magic itself, but Tris couldn't bring herself to complain. It was nice to have someone worrying over her.
21. He had nearly missed her. If Wrenswing hadn’t foisted the plump, damaged girl onto him, Niko would have left her in Capchen. He spent a lifetime making up for that.
Message: I hope it's not too disappointing! I had a lot of fun writing it!
From:theescaped
Title:Glimpses
Rating: G
Wishlist #: 2. Emelan
Summary and any warnings: The evolution of a relationship through the years, Tris and Niko's apprenticeship and beyond (no romance).
1. Niko was starting to think he was a glutton for punishment. That must be how he found himself across the cave, a squat redheaded child attempting to glare him down.
“Everyone I ever trusted sent me away,” she said flatly, almost as if she was daring him.
2. The foolish girl had managed to stop the tides, and his heart with them.
3. Her eyes widened for a moment when she saw him, and her face almost lost its perpetual scowl. You came back, her eyes told him. Trisana wasn’t used to kept promises yet.
Then she reverted back to her usual self.
“You again.”
4. He was going to kill those brats who’d left his apprentice in tears. As if she could do no better than the likes of them.
5. “You’ll change your mind soon enough,” she said on the topic of his meeting her, “Everyone does.”
6. The redhead went out of her way to leave this streak unbroken on the trip to Emelan.
7. Her suitcase was still packed. That was the first thing he noticed when he went to speak to her, after the girl had near stopped her heart breaking the pattern-magic while trying to stop the pirates. Her brush and other necessities were scattered along the room, books lined a shelf with pristine precision, but her clothing was still neatly packed, waiting for Tris’ next destination (because he’d seen her mind, and knew by now that the thing Tris feared most was the word home, and how vulnerable it left her). All the residual fear coursing through him as anger vanished, leaving him tired.
8. “Fine then, go off to Tharios!” she told him, voice thick with tears. Tris had her arms crossed over her chest, because her heart was too damaged and fragile to leave unprotected. “Briar and Daja are leaving too. I’ll be used to it again by then!”
9. Winding Circle was too close to the coast for snow, but they had wonderful Midwinter celebrations anyway. Niko looked up from his book in surprise to see Tris standing in front of him.
“I made you this.” She mumbled, crimson, shoving a present at him, “Sorry it’s small.”
10. She really should have seen a mind-healer after the pirates. That was the kind of fighting that left scars inside. Her nightmares were proof of that. But he couldn’t suggest it. Tris had spent so much of her life being told something was wrong with her, he couldn’t suggest it now, when she was finally starting to trust him.
11. “I thought you said you were staying at Winding Circle for a few days.”
Niko was so distracted by waking visions of a ship, Trader, with the words Third Ship Kisubo, that he barely heard her. “I’ve been called away on business.”
Then he heard her, really heard her, because talking with a girl like Tris was a game of psychology, of double meanings and secret codes in every word. Trisana Chandler spoke the language of insecurity, so well and so aggressively that sometimes Niko forgot to translate. “Trisana-”
But she was retreating already. “Good. I’m sick of being stared at funny all the time anyway.”
“Tris.” His hand on her shoulder was the only thing keeping her in the room; she glared at it rather than look at him. Static crackled in the air around the dormitory. “I will come back, to see how you’ve been. I don’t know how long it will take-”
She pulled out of his hold. “Why bother? I probably won’t be here anymore by the time you remember me.” As he left the room, he heard her final parting shot. “Told you everyone changes their mind.”
12. There was always a shadow on her mind, even after years together as student and teacher, he would get rid of her soon. It cropped up at odd times. Niko had a hell of a time convincing her it wasn’t the case.
13. Family was a dangerous word. Niko learned that on the trip to Winding Circle, trying to learn about why they had thrown her to Stone Circle.
He hadn’t expected that mentioning her new one could be just as hazardous.
14. “I didn’t ask to be special!” she told him, when the whispers started spreading around her like ripples in the wind, “I didn’t! It’s not my fault! If they can’t tell, then they can all rot!”
If her voice hadn’t cracked on the last word, he might have believed her.
15. When a trip to her room didn’t produce his student, Niko went searching for the other children. Tris had been spending more time with them since the earthquake, which was good. Following a faint threat of magic, Niko was led to a door. The door to Rosethorn’s study. The one room they had been forbidden from. Of course.
“R is for rhododendron, raspberry, rowan…”
“R…rosethorn?” volunteered Briar. There was an uncertain, pleased note in his voice, under the boy’s usual slyness.
Through the crack in the doorjamb, Niko saw Tris favor the boy with a smile. “That’s right. What would be the second letter?” Briar left off shredding bark to take the chalk from her, and Niko used the distraction of movement to slip away, wondering how both he and Rosethorn could have missed this.
16. He’d left her while she was in the process of hardening her heart again, with only Glaki and the dog to soften it. When he came to escort her to Lightsbridge, he was surprised by the calmness that pervaded her, at least until he’d seen the tiny strands of magic trailing off her, running into the magic of the three other mages greeting their teachers. Niko was relieved to see that his student had reconnected with her family.
17. And if he suddenly came to Lightsbridge more often after that, what of it? It was worth it, to see the exasperated scowl on his student’s face.
18. Niko woke up on his apprentice’s sixteenth birthday to find her in tears, holding a sketch Daja had made once of Discipline Cottage.
“I can’t go back again,” she told him, “Not the way it was before.”
19. He wasn’t sure he could forgive her parents, for ridding themselves of a child because they couldn’t understand her magic. It was also annoying because it meant that much more coaxing Niko had to do before Tris was willing to try meditation. She grumbled and fidgeted and complained.
Then her breath caught in the rhythm of the waves crashing outside, and without her knowledge, the silvery mist that was her magic spread out of her body, like a fledgling learning to fly.
20. He pestered her to distraction over learning to scry the winds, checking to see if she was tiring, prodding at her with questions. It was nearly as frustrating as the magic itself, but Tris couldn't bring herself to complain. It was nice to have someone worrying over her.
21. He had nearly missed her. If Wrenswing hadn’t foisted the plump, damaged girl onto him, Niko would have left her in Capchen. He spent a lifetime making up for that.