Post by Deleted on May 29, 2011 8:42:23 GMT 10
Title: Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: "That was stupid." Implied violence.
Note: No, I have not run out of ideas, what are you talking about?
The clangs and booms of Winding Circle's clocks woke Sandry from her dreams. She groaned, wondering when she had returned to Discipline, and why, and then she realized there was a wet cloth on her forehead and three pairs of accusing eyes staring down at her.
A look passed between the three, and wordlessly, Briar and Tris turned and left.
"That was stupid," Daja said, and Sandry could tell just by her tone that her hand was clenched into a fist beneath Sandry's blankets.
"Lisa's my cousin," Sandry retorted. "One of the only cousins who'll talk to me, now."
Daja shook her head. "For all your words about friendship, and you could not wait for us. Lisa's fine," she added quickly. "Afraid for you, but fine. She was a bastard child raised on the streets, and it wasn't until she met you that she knew what family was, so I'm not surprised. Have you thought about what you're going to have her do?"
A splitting headache was beginning to make itself known. "Not yet. Just that Uncle's sons can't know, or they'll try it again."
There was a momentarily pause.
"I could take her on at the forge," Daja offered, after a moment. "She seems to like it."
"I thought you didn't want an apprentice," Sandry said, before she could stop it. Apparently, being injured meant she could not hold her tongue.
"I don't want you hurt either," Daja said flatly. "And that means something more." But she sighed, and let Sandry squeeze her hand beneath the blankets -- Daja's face her final sight before she fell asleep.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: "That was stupid." Implied violence.
Note: No, I have not run out of ideas, what are you talking about?
The clangs and booms of Winding Circle's clocks woke Sandry from her dreams. She groaned, wondering when she had returned to Discipline, and why, and then she realized there was a wet cloth on her forehead and three pairs of accusing eyes staring down at her.
A look passed between the three, and wordlessly, Briar and Tris turned and left.
"That was stupid," Daja said, and Sandry could tell just by her tone that her hand was clenched into a fist beneath Sandry's blankets.
"Lisa's my cousin," Sandry retorted. "One of the only cousins who'll talk to me, now."
Daja shook her head. "For all your words about friendship, and you could not wait for us. Lisa's fine," she added quickly. "Afraid for you, but fine. She was a bastard child raised on the streets, and it wasn't until she met you that she knew what family was, so I'm not surprised. Have you thought about what you're going to have her do?"
A splitting headache was beginning to make itself known. "Not yet. Just that Uncle's sons can't know, or they'll try it again."
There was a momentarily pause.
"I could take her on at the forge," Daja offered, after a moment. "She seems to like it."
"I thought you didn't want an apprentice," Sandry said, before she could stop it. Apparently, being injured meant she could not hold her tongue.
"I don't want you hurt either," Daja said flatly. "And that means something more." But she sighed, and let Sandry squeeze her hand beneath the blankets -- Daja's face her final sight before she fell asleep.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!