Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 8:21:07 GMT 10
Title: Love [5]
Rating: G
Word Count: 323
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “They’re in love..."
Notes: Love is generally not my subject, but here's my go.
Two pairs of brown eyes watched grown adults in a garden. The sun filtered down into the gardens of the Cheeseman Street House. Briar planted bulbs in a plot. Sandry stood close enough that her leg touched his back; her hand grasped Daja’s. Daja stood beside Tris, their arms linked as they peered into the same book.
“They’re in love,” Lark said softly. She took Rosethorn’s hands and knit their fingers together. “Would you ever have guessed it, Rosie?”
Rosethorn stared out at them. The lines of her face were relaxed; the tension had eased for the moment, a sight for which Lark was always grateful. Rosie swallowed and adjusted her throat for speech. “Not so plainly. But who could understand someone better than one who has known another’s mind?”
Lark chuckled, soft and subtle, as she turned to kiss the woman’s temple. “I would think love might wish for a break of mind-sharing.”
“Some love,” Rosethorn responded as she turned. “But there’s a reason you have me instead of Crane.” She indicated the children—their children, no matter how grown—with a jerk of her head. “No matter the difficulties, it strengthens love. The lives we’ve had, we need all the strength we can have, especially in love.”
“Why Rosie, you’re waxing poetic today.” Lark grinned.
“Daft kids bring it out of me,” Rosie replied, glaring over her shoulder at them in the garden. “Their fault. Their happiness makes…makes me happy. Don’t you dare repeat a word, Lark, but I love them; there’s nothing more I could wish for than them to find love in each other. This is how it should be.”
Lark shook her head, somehow an act of agreement combined with her tender smile. If the Circle children could do such a thing to Rosie, they and their love would certainly change the world even if in at a small, individual manner.
“Oh stop looking at me like that!”
Rating: G
Word Count: 323
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “They’re in love..."
Notes: Love is generally not my subject, but here's my go.
Two pairs of brown eyes watched grown adults in a garden. The sun filtered down into the gardens of the Cheeseman Street House. Briar planted bulbs in a plot. Sandry stood close enough that her leg touched his back; her hand grasped Daja’s. Daja stood beside Tris, their arms linked as they peered into the same book.
“They’re in love,” Lark said softly. She took Rosethorn’s hands and knit their fingers together. “Would you ever have guessed it, Rosie?”
Rosethorn stared out at them. The lines of her face were relaxed; the tension had eased for the moment, a sight for which Lark was always grateful. Rosie swallowed and adjusted her throat for speech. “Not so plainly. But who could understand someone better than one who has known another’s mind?”
Lark chuckled, soft and subtle, as she turned to kiss the woman’s temple. “I would think love might wish for a break of mind-sharing.”
“Some love,” Rosethorn responded as she turned. “But there’s a reason you have me instead of Crane.” She indicated the children—their children, no matter how grown—with a jerk of her head. “No matter the difficulties, it strengthens love. The lives we’ve had, we need all the strength we can have, especially in love.”
“Why Rosie, you’re waxing poetic today.” Lark grinned.
“Daft kids bring it out of me,” Rosie replied, glaring over her shoulder at them in the garden. “Their fault. Their happiness makes…makes me happy. Don’t you dare repeat a word, Lark, but I love them; there’s nothing more I could wish for than them to find love in each other. This is how it should be.”
Lark shook her head, somehow an act of agreement combined with her tender smile. If the Circle children could do such a thing to Rosie, they and their love would certainly change the world even if in at a small, individual manner.
“Oh stop looking at me like that!”