Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 19, 2010 16:06:13 GMT 10
Title: Mistakes
Rating: PG
Prompt: 15. trusting strangers
Summary: You have to trust someone, with even the worst things.
Briar came to a halt in the middle of the street, oblivious to the foot traffic all around and the shouts and glares that resulted from his sudden stop. “You're asking me to let some bag poke around in my head.”
“No,” Sandry said, carefully patient. “I'm ordering you to let a trained healer help you put things right inside your mind.” She resisted the urge to tighten her hold on Briar's arm – though she wouldn't be too surprised if he actually did run away.
“I can't do it,” he said, looking off into the distance. His attention was focused on a hanging basket of creeping thyme at a nearby market stall, Sandry realized. “I can't let a total stranger into my head.”
“Yes, you can,” she countered. “Rosethorn's done it. Daja's done it. I've done it every week since we got back.” She started walking again, pulling him along. “Briar, it's easier with someone you don't know, because it's...” she swallowed. “It's not embarrassing, to admit your... mistakes.”
“Mistakes like falling in love with an absolute paveo?”
“I wasn't in love with him,” Sandry said, indignantly. “But yes, mistakes like that.” She elbowed him in the ribs. “But I'm sure you don't have to worry about that, because you haven't made any mistakes.”
“Not ever,” Briar said quickly. But he was grinning.
“Then maybe you don't need a mind healer – you can just tell me about it, instead.”
Briar held up his hands in surrender. “All right, all right. I'll go.”
“Good.” Sandry leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Because this is his workroom, and he's expecting you. Go on in.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: 15. trusting strangers
Summary: You have to trust someone, with even the worst things.
Briar came to a halt in the middle of the street, oblivious to the foot traffic all around and the shouts and glares that resulted from his sudden stop. “You're asking me to let some bag poke around in my head.”
“No,” Sandry said, carefully patient. “I'm ordering you to let a trained healer help you put things right inside your mind.” She resisted the urge to tighten her hold on Briar's arm – though she wouldn't be too surprised if he actually did run away.
“I can't do it,” he said, looking off into the distance. His attention was focused on a hanging basket of creeping thyme at a nearby market stall, Sandry realized. “I can't let a total stranger into my head.”
“Yes, you can,” she countered. “Rosethorn's done it. Daja's done it. I've done it every week since we got back.” She started walking again, pulling him along. “Briar, it's easier with someone you don't know, because it's...” she swallowed. “It's not embarrassing, to admit your... mistakes.”
“Mistakes like falling in love with an absolute paveo?”
“I wasn't in love with him,” Sandry said, indignantly. “But yes, mistakes like that.” She elbowed him in the ribs. “But I'm sure you don't have to worry about that, because you haven't made any mistakes.”
“Not ever,” Briar said quickly. But he was grinning.
“Then maybe you don't need a mind healer – you can just tell me about it, instead.”
Briar held up his hands in surrender. “All right, all right. I'll go.”
“Good.” Sandry leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Because this is his workroom, and he's expecting you. Go on in.”