Post by Vala on Aug 18, 2017 12:02:53 GMT 10
Series: She’s The Duchess
Title: Membership
Rating: G
Event: Stormy Show Jumping
Words: 630
Summary: Emelan Gang AU where Vedris is the leader of Emelan’s most notorious gang and Sandry wants in
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“Do you think the answer is going to magically change every time you ask, or are you doing this purely for the sake of irritating me?”
“Let me join,” Sandrilene fa Toren’s eyes flashed dangerously, cornflower blue turning steely. She thrust her chin out pugnaciously, sending out a silent challenge for disagreement.
Vedris, known as Duke, the leader of Emelan’s most notorious gang to everyone else, met her gaze firmly. “This is not the life I want for my only niece. I have given you the chance to lead a respectable life, away from my work. You know what dirty things go on in the gang.”
“And I still whole-heartedly want to join. You don’t get to dictate what I do with my own life,” Sandry shot back, hands on her hips. She tried to keep her voice firm, making sure it didn’t stray too far into a whine. Pulling together all of her height, she looked on resolutely ahead, button nose upturned.
“No,” his voice turned dark, “But I run the gang, and no one leaves or joins, or does anything without my say. You won’t get anywhere if you try to sweet-talk one of the members into letting you in.”
Sandry ground her teeth, jaw clenching, “You need a mage for this job. I am one. You don’t even have to pay me to do the work, or extra to keep quiet about it.”
“Money’s not a problem,” Vedris stated, looking down at her, “Besides we have a fully qualified weather witch already.”
“A weather witch,” Sandry wrinkled her nose, “That’s not always useful. I would be.”
She took Vedris’s silence as an offer to continue and passionately added, “Uncle, I know you care about me but I can take care of myself.”
“I said no, and that’s final,” Vedris ordered, slamming his hand down on the table. Sandry remained standing there defiantly, cheeks flushed, braids swinging as she stomped a foot down.
“You need me,” she informed him, knowing full well that he knew that too, and it would only serve to aggravate him further. She also knew she was being ridiculously stubborn - how many times had she requested to be allowed to be a part of the gang and turned down? – but she still clung desperately onto her dream. She would work in the gang with her uncle one way or another. She’d just have to show them how much she was worth until they were desperate to have her. She, and all the other stitch witches were able to do more than make pretty fabrics. It was almost an injustice to restrict them so!
“You need me,” she repeated mulishly, not backing down even as Vedris rose to all of his ex-pirate height and loomed over her. She was a bear, she was ten feet tall, she was courageous…
…And she was in the gang. Sandry blinked, processing the information.
“Could you repeat that?” she felt bubbly, her anger dissipating as quickly as her work became undone on a spindle. She stood up on her tiptoes, as if that would make the words come quicker.
“You’re in, on certain conditions,” Vedris repeated reluctantly, and Sandry felt a thrill of glee run through her. After so many arguments and debates, she was in. No more watching at the sidelines, no more feelings of helplessness, she was in. She could still see anger in Vedris’s deep set eyes, but now overshadowed by worry and acceptance.
She hopped forward and kissed him on the cheek, “Don’t worry, I’m going to be the best gang member Emelan has ever seen. Those Harriers won’t know what hit them, I’m going to take Summersea by storm.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. Nothing's ever going to be quite the same again."
Title: Membership
Rating: G
Event: Stormy Show Jumping
Words: 630
Summary: Emelan Gang AU where Vedris is the leader of Emelan’s most notorious gang and Sandry wants in
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“Do you think the answer is going to magically change every time you ask, or are you doing this purely for the sake of irritating me?”
“Let me join,” Sandrilene fa Toren’s eyes flashed dangerously, cornflower blue turning steely. She thrust her chin out pugnaciously, sending out a silent challenge for disagreement.
Vedris, known as Duke, the leader of Emelan’s most notorious gang to everyone else, met her gaze firmly. “This is not the life I want for my only niece. I have given you the chance to lead a respectable life, away from my work. You know what dirty things go on in the gang.”
“And I still whole-heartedly want to join. You don’t get to dictate what I do with my own life,” Sandry shot back, hands on her hips. She tried to keep her voice firm, making sure it didn’t stray too far into a whine. Pulling together all of her height, she looked on resolutely ahead, button nose upturned.
“No,” his voice turned dark, “But I run the gang, and no one leaves or joins, or does anything without my say. You won’t get anywhere if you try to sweet-talk one of the members into letting you in.”
Sandry ground her teeth, jaw clenching, “You need a mage for this job. I am one. You don’t even have to pay me to do the work, or extra to keep quiet about it.”
“Money’s not a problem,” Vedris stated, looking down at her, “Besides we have a fully qualified weather witch already.”
“A weather witch,” Sandry wrinkled her nose, “That’s not always useful. I would be.”
She took Vedris’s silence as an offer to continue and passionately added, “Uncle, I know you care about me but I can take care of myself.”
“I said no, and that’s final,” Vedris ordered, slamming his hand down on the table. Sandry remained standing there defiantly, cheeks flushed, braids swinging as she stomped a foot down.
“You need me,” she informed him, knowing full well that he knew that too, and it would only serve to aggravate him further. She also knew she was being ridiculously stubborn - how many times had she requested to be allowed to be a part of the gang and turned down? – but she still clung desperately onto her dream. She would work in the gang with her uncle one way or another. She’d just have to show them how much she was worth until they were desperate to have her. She, and all the other stitch witches were able to do more than make pretty fabrics. It was almost an injustice to restrict them so!
“You need me,” she repeated mulishly, not backing down even as Vedris rose to all of his ex-pirate height and loomed over her. She was a bear, she was ten feet tall, she was courageous…
…And she was in the gang. Sandry blinked, processing the information.
“Could you repeat that?” she felt bubbly, her anger dissipating as quickly as her work became undone on a spindle. She stood up on her tiptoes, as if that would make the words come quicker.
“You’re in, on certain conditions,” Vedris repeated reluctantly, and Sandry felt a thrill of glee run through her. After so many arguments and debates, she was in. No more watching at the sidelines, no more feelings of helplessness, she was in. She could still see anger in Vedris’s deep set eyes, but now overshadowed by worry and acceptance.
She hopped forward and kissed him on the cheek, “Don’t worry, I’m going to be the best gang member Emelan has ever seen. Those Harriers won’t know what hit them, I’m going to take Summersea by storm.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. Nothing's ever going to be quite the same again."