Post by ev on Aug 6, 2010 10:27:59 GMT 10
Title: Alone?
Rating: PG
Prompt: 4. one day here and the next day gone, August 31_days
Summary: Vedris dies, Tris feels all alone... or is she?
Her throat burned, she sputtered, trying to breath through the unending tears. But, there is a secret feeling underneath all her sadness. Bitterness. 'Oh everyone, let's comfort Sandry' or 'poor Sandry, she's hit the hardest'. But no, no one thinks about Tris. Of course, everyone is sad, but Sandry is just sobbing making everyone notice her and jump to her aid. Tris walks away from the growing crowd and slips into Vedris's library. Suddenly, Tris feels a pain in her heart, the pressure building with each breath. Tris sits down, in this seat, she feels incredibly nostalgic...
"Hello, Tris." Vedris's voice rumbles behind her.
"Oh, hello, Vedris." Tris stands up from her deep velvet chair. "Here, I've already read this, so don't think about denying it."
Tris gasps. It is a leather bound book called The Moon and The Tides.
"Oh, thank you, but I can't- "
Tris blinks at him, then blushes. "yes, no denying." she whispers. Tris rubs her hands all of the book feeling the rough texture and smelling the musky pages. She glances up at Vedris, then throws her arms around him. "Thank you so much!" she squeals.
Tris sits back on her chair hard. She sighs inwardly, that was only yesterday. Tris felt sudden movement, she turns around slowly, "oh, hello, Franzen." Tris says glumly.
"Hi, Trisana." his tone matches Tris's, he is the third son of Vedris.
"Please stop calling me that, it's Tris." she says stubbornly.
Franzen sighs and sits down on a table. Soon, the air between them becomes very heavy. "You know," Franzen begins, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Dad always talked about you and books, he thought highly of you and we've been hanging out for a while... " Franzen trails off, looking vaguely embarrassed.
"Well?" Tris snaps.
Franzen slides into the seat next to Tris. He brushes away her mussed hair, his eyes on her. "Franzen... " Tris groans warningly just before their lips touched. Their kiss was long and passionate, and at the same time, soft and tentative. Franzen stands up, his cheeks very rosy now, holds out a callused hand, and he and Tris walk out hand in hand, sadness briefly set aside.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 4. one day here and the next day gone, August 31_days
Summary: Vedris dies, Tris feels all alone... or is she?
Her throat burned, she sputtered, trying to breath through the unending tears. But, there is a secret feeling underneath all her sadness. Bitterness. 'Oh everyone, let's comfort Sandry' or 'poor Sandry, she's hit the hardest'. But no, no one thinks about Tris. Of course, everyone is sad, but Sandry is just sobbing making everyone notice her and jump to her aid. Tris walks away from the growing crowd and slips into Vedris's library. Suddenly, Tris feels a pain in her heart, the pressure building with each breath. Tris sits down, in this seat, she feels incredibly nostalgic...
"Hello, Tris." Vedris's voice rumbles behind her.
"Oh, hello, Vedris." Tris stands up from her deep velvet chair. "Here, I've already read this, so don't think about denying it."
Tris gasps. It is a leather bound book called The Moon and The Tides.
"Oh, thank you, but I can't- "
Tris blinks at him, then blushes. "yes, no denying." she whispers. Tris rubs her hands all of the book feeling the rough texture and smelling the musky pages. She glances up at Vedris, then throws her arms around him. "Thank you so much!" she squeals.
Tris sits back on her chair hard. She sighs inwardly, that was only yesterday. Tris felt sudden movement, she turns around slowly, "oh, hello, Franzen." Tris says glumly.
"Hi, Trisana." his tone matches Tris's, he is the third son of Vedris.
"Please stop calling me that, it's Tris." she says stubbornly.
Franzen sighs and sits down on a table. Soon, the air between them becomes very heavy. "You know," Franzen begins, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Dad always talked about you and books, he thought highly of you and we've been hanging out for a while... " Franzen trails off, looking vaguely embarrassed.
"Well?" Tris snaps.
Franzen slides into the seat next to Tris. He brushes away her mussed hair, his eyes on her. "Franzen... " Tris groans warningly just before their lips touched. Their kiss was long and passionate, and at the same time, soft and tentative. Franzen stands up, his cheeks very rosy now, holds out a callused hand, and he and Tris walk out hand in hand, sadness briefly set aside.