Post by greenie on May 4, 2010 23:13:13 GMT 10
Title: Two Pieces
Rating: PG
Prompt: #3, Same but Different
Category: up to 250 words
Word count: 249
Summary: Clary's not sure what to think about her return to Corus...and most specifically, her husband. Set after the events of Bloodhound, as the riverboat arrives back at the docks.
WARNING: Contains minor (really minor) Bloodhound spoilers.
She saw him immediately when she scanned the docks. He hadn’t changed a bit, although his favourite shirt was much more crumpled than when she’d last seen it. Her hands gripped the rail tightly until blue eyes met hers and lit up, and she suddenly found herself unsure whether to laugh or cry. Tom shook his head at her, smiled, and blew a kiss. He knows me far too sarden well, she thought, and hoped that nobody else would notice her brushing at the corners of her eyes with her wrist. She turned away from him; she could go to pieces later.
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“What did I tell you?” he teased. “We’re both in one piece.”
Clary’s hands were bunched in his tunic and her head resting against his chest. “Not quite,” she murmured. She sighed and took his hand to lead him a little further away from the others. “I’d rather tell you now before you find out some other way.” She took a deep breath and brushed her hair back from the side of her face. Tom’s eyes widened as he looked at the partially healed scar along the remaining part of her ear, and then back to her worried face.
“You thought I’d be disgusted.”
His gentle accusation was met with relief in her eyes, and a sheepish half-smile.
“Oh, love.” He wrapped his arms around her again. “Of all the bits of you that could’ve been lopped off, surely that was about the most useless of them.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: #3, Same but Different
Category: up to 250 words
Word count: 249
Summary: Clary's not sure what to think about her return to Corus...and most specifically, her husband. Set after the events of Bloodhound, as the riverboat arrives back at the docks.
WARNING: Contains minor (really minor) Bloodhound spoilers.
She saw him immediately when she scanned the docks. He hadn’t changed a bit, although his favourite shirt was much more crumpled than when she’d last seen it. Her hands gripped the rail tightly until blue eyes met hers and lit up, and she suddenly found herself unsure whether to laugh or cry. Tom shook his head at her, smiled, and blew a kiss. He knows me far too sarden well, she thought, and hoped that nobody else would notice her brushing at the corners of her eyes with her wrist. She turned away from him; she could go to pieces later.
---
“What did I tell you?” he teased. “We’re both in one piece.”
Clary’s hands were bunched in his tunic and her head resting against his chest. “Not quite,” she murmured. She sighed and took his hand to lead him a little further away from the others. “I’d rather tell you now before you find out some other way.” She took a deep breath and brushed her hair back from the side of her face. Tom’s eyes widened as he looked at the partially healed scar along the remaining part of her ear, and then back to her worried face.
“You thought I’d be disgusted.”
His gentle accusation was met with relief in her eyes, and a sheepish half-smile.
“Oh, love.” He wrapped his arms around her again. “Of all the bits of you that could’ve been lopped off, surely that was about the most useless of them.”
I love how he brings out her soft side (not to take what Crystal said) and his teasing 
