Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:50:24 GMT 10
Title: Dark and Stormy Night [4]
Rating: G
Word Count: 253
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “A storm isn’t so bad like this,” she decided.
Notes: It was a dark and stormy night...*dun dun dun*. No, not really.
Lightning flashed outside the window. The four candles in the study flickered, although the four mages in their proximity did not appear to mind.
Sandry folded her letter, tied it with ribbon and slipped it into an envelope, which she sealed with wax heated by the candle itself. She sat back in her chair. “Shall we start a fire? It would be homier, surely.”
Before she could finish speaking, a fire sprang up in the fireplace on the far side of the room. Tris turned to Daja. “That was fast.”
The other woman merely grinned and walked to a fire-side chair, one of four. Briar followed her immediately, Sandry and Tris soon after. Sandry had dropped her letters and had picked up a book; the others already carried them. She slipped out of her slippers, stretched her toes and tucked herself into the final armchair with her feet beneath her and a blanket spread over her lap.
“A storm isn’t so bad like this,” she decided.
“A storm is never so bad,” Tris corrected. Still, she smiled with a hint of tenderness. “But I find I quite this one, spent this way.”
“Same,” Briar added, with a look to Tris, “now that I know my plants are safe.”
“I told you not to mention that,” she scolded.
“I think it’s sweet,” Sandry argued. She smiled as she opened her book.
Tris scoffed and opened her own; she turned the page with a breath of breeze. “Precisely why it shouldn’t be mentioned.”
Sandry giggled.
Rating: G
Word Count: 253
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “A storm isn’t so bad like this,” she decided.
Notes: It was a dark and stormy night...*dun dun dun*. No, not really.
Lightning flashed outside the window. The four candles in the study flickered, although the four mages in their proximity did not appear to mind.
Sandry folded her letter, tied it with ribbon and slipped it into an envelope, which she sealed with wax heated by the candle itself. She sat back in her chair. “Shall we start a fire? It would be homier, surely.”
Before she could finish speaking, a fire sprang up in the fireplace on the far side of the room. Tris turned to Daja. “That was fast.”
The other woman merely grinned and walked to a fire-side chair, one of four. Briar followed her immediately, Sandry and Tris soon after. Sandry had dropped her letters and had picked up a book; the others already carried them. She slipped out of her slippers, stretched her toes and tucked herself into the final armchair with her feet beneath her and a blanket spread over her lap.
“A storm isn’t so bad like this,” she decided.
“A storm is never so bad,” Tris corrected. Still, she smiled with a hint of tenderness. “But I find I quite this one, spent this way.”
“Same,” Briar added, with a look to Tris, “now that I know my plants are safe.”
“I told you not to mention that,” she scolded.
“I think it’s sweet,” Sandry argued. She smiled as she opened her book.
Tris scoffed and opened her own; she turned the page with a breath of breeze. “Precisely why it shouldn’t be mentioned.”
Sandry giggled.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!