Post by wordy on Jan 13, 2010 9:41:04 GMT 10
Title: Imagine You and Me
Rating: PG
Summary: Emelan!fic. Kirel tells Tris a secret.
Author's Note: Since this pairing popped into my head, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It makes me happy ♥
“Daja isn’t here,” said Tris flatly, trying to open the gate to Number 6 Cheeseman street while juggling her parcels.
Kirel smiled cheerfully, hopping down off the fencepost he had been perched on. “Oh, well. I must have missed her.” He took some of the parcels from Tris so she could open the gate, then followed her up the path.
A broad-shouldered young man, Kirel’s braided fair hair and blue eyes marked him as a northerner. Usually Tris only saw him when she accompanied Daja to see Frostpine at Winding Circle, although Tris had come home a few times now to find the young man perched on the fencepost. She had become used to his company, though he smiled too much for her liking.
After letting herself inside the house, Tris dropped the remainder of the parcels on the table and wandered into the kitchen. She didn’t even need to look about the house to know that the others weren’t at home; when she had first moved into Number 6, she had made sure that a handful of breezes flowed through the house, which meant she could hear what was happening no matter what room she was in at the time. After washing her hands and wiping her sweaty face and neck, Tris headed back to the table, only to find Kirel sitting there, completely at ease. He was leaning backwards dangerously in his chair, examining the door hinges with a sharp eye. Tris frowned.
“Sit properly, you’re putting marks on the floor,” she ordered, moving to scoop up her parcels. Kirel eased his chair back onto four legs without making a sound; he had run afoul of Tris’s temper in the past, and knew when an outburst could be avoided. He continued to look at the door hinges, slouched comfortably, long legs reaching out from under the other side of the table.
“And here I thought you were concerned I would crack my head open on the floor,” he said, making no effort to help Tris as she struggled to take all of the parcels in her arms at once.
Tris scowled. “The only reason I’d be concerned about that would be because I’m the only one who cleans things properly around here. Cleaning up your blood and brains from the floor isn’t my ideal way to spend an afternoon.” Finally she managed to secure all of the parcels in her arms. She looked at the stairs with a sinking feeling.
“Do you need some help with that?” Kirel asked.
“No, I can manage,” said Tris. She continued to look at the stairs. It would be easier to just let a breeze take them upstairs to her room, but to do that she would need to undo one of her braids. And to do that, she would need her hands free. Kirel continued to look at her politely, though Tris knew he was hiding a grin behind that polished face.
Finally, Tris sighed. How she hated asking for help. “Alright, could you help me carry these upstairs.”
Kirel grinned, showing a row of very white teeth. “I think you’ve forgotten something.”
“Please.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He was almost as bad as Briar.
He pushed back his chair, still grinning. “Then I would be happy to help.”
Tris was sweating again after walking the two flights of stairs up to her bedroom. She also had the beginnings of a headache from seeing on the wind all day long, although she was slowly getting better at blocking and filtering what she saw. It was a hot day outside, and from her window she could see Briar’s garden suffering under the midday sun. I feel exactly the same way, she thought miserably to the little garden. She let the parcels tumble gently from her arms and onto her bed.
“I’ve never been in your room before,” Kirel commented, entering the room behind her. He placed his own armful of parcels on the bad and crossed to the window to examine the view. “It’s nice.”
“Yes, it’s quite nice,” Tris said absently, looking out at the sky. Those clouds looked interesting. There wasn’t supposed to be rain for at least another week, perhaps she should go have a look... “What?” she said, turning away from the window. Kirel was sitting on the end of her bed now, looking around.
“I said, I suppose you like your privacy, up here?”
Tris shrugged. “I don’t mind being by myself. Plus I can see the sky best from up here.” Kirel nodded. The only disadvantage was that there were more images coming in on the wind up here than on the other two floors, she thought to herself.
She waited for him to stand up, to say he was going, but he didn’t. It was probably rude to tell him to go, Tris thought, but when had she ever been known for her good manners? “Daja probably won’t be home until late, she went to the Market with Briar,” she said finally, after a lengthy silence. There, that wasn’t too rude. Kirel looked up at her thoughtfully. “And Sandry?” he asked.
Now why did he want to know about Sandry? She wondered. “Visiting her cousins at the Citadel.”
Kirel nodded and stood up. Ah, finally, thought Tris. But he stood still for a moment, looking at the open doorway, before turning back to her. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was considering something. Tris started to feel slightly nervous; she had no clue as to why. She had never felt nervous in his presence before now.
He crossed the room slowly. Tris silently counted every step, and suddenly he was standing right in front of her. He was very tall.
She could do nothing but look up at him, into his clear blue eyes. It felt as if her tongue had frozen in her mouth; even if she could think of something to say, she wasn’t quite sure it would come out properly. Suddenly, he was very close. He smelled of iron and fresh mint. Tris felt frozen to the spot.
“What -” she started, when he reached out to take her spectacles from their perch on her nose, but he stopped her with one look. Not looking away from her, he placed her spectacles carefully on the top of her cupboard.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said. Cupping her round cheek in his large hand, he leaned down to kiss her. Tris could feel her knees shaking, but when their mouths met, she forgot everything and relaxed into the kiss. She had been kissed before, but when Kirel pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, she felt breathless and giddy. That was new.
Kirel smiled, holding her cheek in his palm a moment longer. Tris knew that she was staring, but her brain didn’t want to cooperate. That made her feel angry at herself, on top of the confusion and shock she already felt.
Finally, Kirel let go of her cheek, having determined that she was incapable of saying anything at the moment. Taking her spectacles from the cupboard, he gently placed them back on her nose, kissing her on the cheek as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world. “They’ll be missing me at the forge,” were his parting words, before she watched in silence as he left the room. When she had regained control of her legs, she leaned out the window. From the front of the house she heard the latch of the gate, and Kirel whistling as he left.
Walking downstairs in a daze, Tris began cleaning and preparing dinner. A few times, she found that she had stopped to stare distractedly at the wall. When she found herself doing that for the fifth time, she let out a deep sigh and returned to her cooking with fresh determination. By the time Daja and Briar arrived home from the Market, dinner was on the table, and Tris had almost put the kiss entirely out of her thoughts. Almost.
Rating: PG
Summary: Emelan!fic. Kirel tells Tris a secret.
Author's Note: Since this pairing popped into my head, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It makes me happy ♥
“Daja isn’t here,” said Tris flatly, trying to open the gate to Number 6 Cheeseman street while juggling her parcels.
Kirel smiled cheerfully, hopping down off the fencepost he had been perched on. “Oh, well. I must have missed her.” He took some of the parcels from Tris so she could open the gate, then followed her up the path.
A broad-shouldered young man, Kirel’s braided fair hair and blue eyes marked him as a northerner. Usually Tris only saw him when she accompanied Daja to see Frostpine at Winding Circle, although Tris had come home a few times now to find the young man perched on the fencepost. She had become used to his company, though he smiled too much for her liking.
After letting herself inside the house, Tris dropped the remainder of the parcels on the table and wandered into the kitchen. She didn’t even need to look about the house to know that the others weren’t at home; when she had first moved into Number 6, she had made sure that a handful of breezes flowed through the house, which meant she could hear what was happening no matter what room she was in at the time. After washing her hands and wiping her sweaty face and neck, Tris headed back to the table, only to find Kirel sitting there, completely at ease. He was leaning backwards dangerously in his chair, examining the door hinges with a sharp eye. Tris frowned.
“Sit properly, you’re putting marks on the floor,” she ordered, moving to scoop up her parcels. Kirel eased his chair back onto four legs without making a sound; he had run afoul of Tris’s temper in the past, and knew when an outburst could be avoided. He continued to look at the door hinges, slouched comfortably, long legs reaching out from under the other side of the table.
“And here I thought you were concerned I would crack my head open on the floor,” he said, making no effort to help Tris as she struggled to take all of the parcels in her arms at once.
Tris scowled. “The only reason I’d be concerned about that would be because I’m the only one who cleans things properly around here. Cleaning up your blood and brains from the floor isn’t my ideal way to spend an afternoon.” Finally she managed to secure all of the parcels in her arms. She looked at the stairs with a sinking feeling.
“Do you need some help with that?” Kirel asked.
“No, I can manage,” said Tris. She continued to look at the stairs. It would be easier to just let a breeze take them upstairs to her room, but to do that she would need to undo one of her braids. And to do that, she would need her hands free. Kirel continued to look at her politely, though Tris knew he was hiding a grin behind that polished face.
Finally, Tris sighed. How she hated asking for help. “Alright, could you help me carry these upstairs.”
Kirel grinned, showing a row of very white teeth. “I think you’ve forgotten something.”
“Please.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He was almost as bad as Briar.
He pushed back his chair, still grinning. “Then I would be happy to help.”
***
Tris was sweating again after walking the two flights of stairs up to her bedroom. She also had the beginnings of a headache from seeing on the wind all day long, although she was slowly getting better at blocking and filtering what she saw. It was a hot day outside, and from her window she could see Briar’s garden suffering under the midday sun. I feel exactly the same way, she thought miserably to the little garden. She let the parcels tumble gently from her arms and onto her bed.
“I’ve never been in your room before,” Kirel commented, entering the room behind her. He placed his own armful of parcels on the bad and crossed to the window to examine the view. “It’s nice.”
“Yes, it’s quite nice,” Tris said absently, looking out at the sky. Those clouds looked interesting. There wasn’t supposed to be rain for at least another week, perhaps she should go have a look... “What?” she said, turning away from the window. Kirel was sitting on the end of her bed now, looking around.
“I said, I suppose you like your privacy, up here?”
Tris shrugged. “I don’t mind being by myself. Plus I can see the sky best from up here.” Kirel nodded. The only disadvantage was that there were more images coming in on the wind up here than on the other two floors, she thought to herself.
She waited for him to stand up, to say he was going, but he didn’t. It was probably rude to tell him to go, Tris thought, but when had she ever been known for her good manners? “Daja probably won’t be home until late, she went to the Market with Briar,” she said finally, after a lengthy silence. There, that wasn’t too rude. Kirel looked up at her thoughtfully. “And Sandry?” he asked.
Now why did he want to know about Sandry? She wondered. “Visiting her cousins at the Citadel.”
Kirel nodded and stood up. Ah, finally, thought Tris. But he stood still for a moment, looking at the open doorway, before turning back to her. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was considering something. Tris started to feel slightly nervous; she had no clue as to why. She had never felt nervous in his presence before now.
He crossed the room slowly. Tris silently counted every step, and suddenly he was standing right in front of her. He was very tall.
She could do nothing but look up at him, into his clear blue eyes. It felt as if her tongue had frozen in her mouth; even if she could think of something to say, she wasn’t quite sure it would come out properly. Suddenly, he was very close. He smelled of iron and fresh mint. Tris felt frozen to the spot.
“What -” she started, when he reached out to take her spectacles from their perch on her nose, but he stopped her with one look. Not looking away from her, he placed her spectacles carefully on the top of her cupboard.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said. Cupping her round cheek in his large hand, he leaned down to kiss her. Tris could feel her knees shaking, but when their mouths met, she forgot everything and relaxed into the kiss. She had been kissed before, but when Kirel pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, she felt breathless and giddy. That was new.
Kirel smiled, holding her cheek in his palm a moment longer. Tris knew that she was staring, but her brain didn’t want to cooperate. That made her feel angry at herself, on top of the confusion and shock she already felt.
Finally, Kirel let go of her cheek, having determined that she was incapable of saying anything at the moment. Taking her spectacles from the cupboard, he gently placed them back on her nose, kissing her on the cheek as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world. “They’ll be missing me at the forge,” were his parting words, before she watched in silence as he left the room. When she had regained control of her legs, she leaned out the window. From the front of the house she heard the latch of the gate, and Kirel whistling as he left.
Walking downstairs in a daze, Tris began cleaning and preparing dinner. A few times, she found that she had stopped to stare distractedly at the wall. When she found herself doing that for the fifth time, she let out a deep sigh and returned to her cooking with fresh determination. By the time Daja and Briar arrived home from the Market, dinner was on the table, and Tris had almost put the kiss entirely out of her thoughts. Almost.