Post by Griff on Jun 16, 2011 13:53:53 GMT 10
Title: Considering Madness
Rating: G
Genre: Romanceish
Warnings: None
Type: Het
Pairing: Keth/Tris
Summary: Keth is sure love is some sort of mental affliction.
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After the accident, Kethlun Warder never thought he'd have his life back. After the murders, he never thought he'd find love again. What a rub that the same woman who gave him back his life ran off with his heart months later.
It wasn't that he knew he was in love at the time. He'd been in love before; he'd nearly been married! Only with them, it had been a sweet tempered fancy, built on quiet affection and reliability and all sorts of other perfectly practical things that he should want – had wanted! If Keth still had Yali or his fiancee, he would like to think he'd've been a happy man with those practical things. He prided himself on being practical!
So, it was with incredulous astonishment that he realized – after yet another debacle of a dalliance – he kept returning home expecting to see a tumble of red hair bent over the table. He could picture it clearly. He'd return from the forge, perhaps a collection of concrete evidence in his lightning balls, to an a house of scholarly disorder, Chime trilling over the boiling pot of dinner while Tris muttered absently at her latest book, taking sharp-handed notes on a piece of spare parchment.
It was all perfectly idyllic and he could even excuse himself if he were simply falling for some imaginary paradise, but then the next bit would be Chime knocking over the pot just to watch in fascination as the hot soup soared across the room. Tris would leap to her feet, face turning red in splotches, while her temper tore through the roof. She'd first start yelling at Chime, which would quickly derail to the food until she realized Keth was standing in the kitchen, and then she'd blame him for startling the dragon – a dirty lie and both he and the beast would know it, possibly throw a small book at him before storming off to the bedroom for a good sulk.
He was completely cracked. There was no other explanation for it. He knew Tris. He knew her sullen temper, her gruff resentment when she shared her personal space, and her absolutely overbearing interference. Particularly when she was certain she knew better, even when it was something like glassblowing, which he could firmly say he was an authority, while she was a nosy busybody who-
Well, obviously, it madness, because even knowing all that, he was still inconsolably in love.
Completely aware of her faults, Keth still couldn't forget the young woman who treated him as an equal when he couldn't hold a craft or carry a conversation. Tris had an unwavering dedication to judging a person by their own meter and not by the world's. She cut through his frustrations with the perfect combination of brutish honesty and sympathetic understanding, even when he managed to drag himself into a disgraceful state of self-loathing. Never once had Tris dismissed him for being less than any other man. She'd supported him, protected him, and cared for him in such a way that was uniquely Tris, Keth couldn't help but miss her, even as three years turned into four.
What would she be like, he wondered, with four more years under her belt? Would she be as sharp, or would the world mellow her?
The world change Trisana Chandler? Likely not.
But, perhaps her sharp tongue might've melted to a dry wit for lesser occasions and the wounds she carried from that same changing world would've healed. Perhaps she'd learned to smile more.
With a smile of his own, Keth palmed the letter Tris had sent him about her arrival and pushed in his chair, knowing that whatever this day may bring, he'd be happy to see his old teacher again.
However, her brother's note on the back of the envelope about thorns and manly bits had him more than a little concerned.
Rating: G
Genre: Romanceish
Warnings: None
Type: Het
Pairing: Keth/Tris
Summary: Keth is sure love is some sort of mental affliction.
-
After the accident, Kethlun Warder never thought he'd have his life back. After the murders, he never thought he'd find love again. What a rub that the same woman who gave him back his life ran off with his heart months later.
It wasn't that he knew he was in love at the time. He'd been in love before; he'd nearly been married! Only with them, it had been a sweet tempered fancy, built on quiet affection and reliability and all sorts of other perfectly practical things that he should want – had wanted! If Keth still had Yali or his fiancee, he would like to think he'd've been a happy man with those practical things. He prided himself on being practical!
So, it was with incredulous astonishment that he realized – after yet another debacle of a dalliance – he kept returning home expecting to see a tumble of red hair bent over the table. He could picture it clearly. He'd return from the forge, perhaps a collection of concrete evidence in his lightning balls, to an a house of scholarly disorder, Chime trilling over the boiling pot of dinner while Tris muttered absently at her latest book, taking sharp-handed notes on a piece of spare parchment.
It was all perfectly idyllic and he could even excuse himself if he were simply falling for some imaginary paradise, but then the next bit would be Chime knocking over the pot just to watch in fascination as the hot soup soared across the room. Tris would leap to her feet, face turning red in splotches, while her temper tore through the roof. She'd first start yelling at Chime, which would quickly derail to the food until she realized Keth was standing in the kitchen, and then she'd blame him for startling the dragon – a dirty lie and both he and the beast would know it, possibly throw a small book at him before storming off to the bedroom for a good sulk.
He was completely cracked. There was no other explanation for it. He knew Tris. He knew her sullen temper, her gruff resentment when she shared her personal space, and her absolutely overbearing interference. Particularly when she was certain she knew better, even when it was something like glassblowing, which he could firmly say he was an authority, while she was a nosy busybody who-
Well, obviously, it madness, because even knowing all that, he was still inconsolably in love.
Completely aware of her faults, Keth still couldn't forget the young woman who treated him as an equal when he couldn't hold a craft or carry a conversation. Tris had an unwavering dedication to judging a person by their own meter and not by the world's. She cut through his frustrations with the perfect combination of brutish honesty and sympathetic understanding, even when he managed to drag himself into a disgraceful state of self-loathing. Never once had Tris dismissed him for being less than any other man. She'd supported him, protected him, and cared for him in such a way that was uniquely Tris, Keth couldn't help but miss her, even as three years turned into four.
What would she be like, he wondered, with four more years under her belt? Would she be as sharp, or would the world mellow her?
The world change Trisana Chandler? Likely not.
But, perhaps her sharp tongue might've melted to a dry wit for lesser occasions and the wounds she carried from that same changing world would've healed. Perhaps she'd learned to smile more.
With a smile of his own, Keth palmed the letter Tris had sent him about her arrival and pushed in his chair, knowing that whatever this day may bring, he'd be happy to see his old teacher again.
However, her brother's note on the back of the envelope about thorns and manly bits had him more than a little concerned.