Post by aurorax on Sept 22, 2009 7:26:12 GMT 10
Title: Learning to Love
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This was a fic that I started writing for the PPF, Buri/Fanche with hints of Buri/Alanna. It's not finished, and I'm not really sure where I'm going with it or if it's too dark, but I didn't want to just trash it. I'm planning on writing the second half soon, but comments/suggestions are welcome.
Warning: Implied slash
Riding up the sloping ground towards the main gate of New Hope, Buri couldn’t help but smile. The enemy shields were certainly a nice touch, adding a bit of color to the raw wood and a bit of fear to enemy hearts. If the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, no one was there to notice.
After so many years chasing trainees (and certain squad leaders who might as well have been trainees, for all the trouble they managed to get in) and bellowing orders, it had been strange to realize how much she missed this. The quiet calm of the winter morning worked its way through her, the only sounds soft and muted, reassuring. Creaking leather and hoof on hard-packed ground, the swift rustle of a young fawn startled into flight- this was peace, pure and simple.
But peace, like all good things, had its price; it allowed her time to think. It had been years since she permitted herself to be alone with her thoughts, knowing that they would take her inexorably backwards to the memories she feared to remember and feared to forget. If anything was constant in life, it was that there was always work to be done, and she never had a problem finding something to keep her busy.
Why was she here? It had been a sudden impulse, one that had quickly grown into a burning desire for reasons she hadn’t allowed herself to consider. Strong enough to take her away from Raoul, their first night apart since the wedding. That seemed symbolic somehow, though she didn’t fear the distance; the last few years had shown them both the miles over which love could be stretched.
She was glad he wasn’t here, that’s what was making her so guilty. Shouldn’t she want to share everything with him, now that they were officially married? But she had been on her own for so long, and independence was a hard habit to break. Besides, there were some things that no amount of words could explain; you just had to know, and to try to forget. Thayet had forgotten, somehow, but it had come at a price. It was all or nothing, and Buri just couldn’t break away cleanly like that. Sarain was too much a part of her; take it away, and she couldn’t help but wonder what would be left.
A lone figure represented her welcome party at the gates- the attacks were still too recent and the scars still too fresh for work to go undone, even for just a moment. The woman’s eyes still had remnants of the haunted look that to Buri would forever represent home. They were her eyes, her eyes staring back at her from across the chasm of years and memories, set in an older, paler face but unmistakable all the same.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This was a fic that I started writing for the PPF, Buri/Fanche with hints of Buri/Alanna. It's not finished, and I'm not really sure where I'm going with it or if it's too dark, but I didn't want to just trash it. I'm planning on writing the second half soon, but comments/suggestions are welcome.
Warning: Implied slash
Riding up the sloping ground towards the main gate of New Hope, Buri couldn’t help but smile. The enemy shields were certainly a nice touch, adding a bit of color to the raw wood and a bit of fear to enemy hearts. If the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, no one was there to notice.
After so many years chasing trainees (and certain squad leaders who might as well have been trainees, for all the trouble they managed to get in) and bellowing orders, it had been strange to realize how much she missed this. The quiet calm of the winter morning worked its way through her, the only sounds soft and muted, reassuring. Creaking leather and hoof on hard-packed ground, the swift rustle of a young fawn startled into flight- this was peace, pure and simple.
But peace, like all good things, had its price; it allowed her time to think. It had been years since she permitted herself to be alone with her thoughts, knowing that they would take her inexorably backwards to the memories she feared to remember and feared to forget. If anything was constant in life, it was that there was always work to be done, and she never had a problem finding something to keep her busy.
Why was she here? It had been a sudden impulse, one that had quickly grown into a burning desire for reasons she hadn’t allowed herself to consider. Strong enough to take her away from Raoul, their first night apart since the wedding. That seemed symbolic somehow, though she didn’t fear the distance; the last few years had shown them both the miles over which love could be stretched.
She was glad he wasn’t here, that’s what was making her so guilty. Shouldn’t she want to share everything with him, now that they were officially married? But she had been on her own for so long, and independence was a hard habit to break. Besides, there were some things that no amount of words could explain; you just had to know, and to try to forget. Thayet had forgotten, somehow, but it had come at a price. It was all or nothing, and Buri just couldn’t break away cleanly like that. Sarain was too much a part of her; take it away, and she couldn’t help but wonder what would be left.
A lone figure represented her welcome party at the gates- the attacks were still too recent and the scars still too fresh for work to go undone, even for just a moment. The woman’s eyes still had remnants of the haunted look that to Buri would forever represent home. They were her eyes, her eyes staring back at her from across the chasm of years and memories, set in an older, paler face but unmistakable all the same.