Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:53:26 GMT 10
Title: Dark and Stormy Night [8]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 384
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “My favourite Rosethorn storm-story was the one about the dog licking...
Notes: It was a dark and stormy night...*dun dun dun*. No, not really.
“My favourite Rosethorn storm-story was the one about the dog licking,” Briar declared as he stared at the fire before the four of them. To his credit, he didn’t jump at the thunder booming overhead; he just laughed.
“Ah, yes,” Tris murmured as she recalled the story. She had become the unofficial scribe of Rosethorn’s evening tales, as scare stories were a love of hers. “Josefi, who had a dog that slept under her bed and licked her when she was frightened.”
“But her parents went away for the evening, for a ball,” Sandry joined in, eyes glittering in the flickering light.
Daja spoke next: “In the evening she was afraid and alone—”
“—so she reached under her bed and felt a lick,” Tris added. She was grinning. “She was content for a while, but when she woke in the night, she remembered she was alone and heard a dog-like whine—”
“—and dipped her hand below her bed to check on her dog.”
“She felt another lick and felt comforted enough to sleep.” Daja turned to Tris.
Tris stood and walked to the window, peeking out behind Sandry’s curtain as if inspecting for something specific. “The next morning she woke to the sound of her dog barking.”
Sandry spoke up. “But she was confused because—”
Daja, grinning. “The dog was outside.”
Briar laughed; it was a young and gleeful sound. “That was the first night Rosethorn and Lark had hearthfire duty together, wasn’t it, when we were 13? They said we were old enough for them to leave us alone.”
“We all slept with Little Bear on your bed that night,” Sandry confirmed, smiling fondly at the memory.
Tris barked out a laugh. “When Rosethorn and Lark found us in the morning, Rosethorn nearly keeled over cackling and Lark scolded her right there and then.”
“But we never forgot to clean under our beds again, did we?” Daja posed with a wicked smile.
Sandry turned to Briar. “Is the fact that you sleep directly on the floor the only reason that story’s your favourite—because it didn’t affect you?”
Briar scoffed at that, but when he turned away Daja and Tris nodded.
“That and we never found out what was under the bed.” Tris ducked the cushion Briar threw.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 384
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “My favourite Rosethorn storm-story was the one about the dog licking...
Notes: It was a dark and stormy night...*dun dun dun*. No, not really.
“My favourite Rosethorn storm-story was the one about the dog licking,” Briar declared as he stared at the fire before the four of them. To his credit, he didn’t jump at the thunder booming overhead; he just laughed.
“Ah, yes,” Tris murmured as she recalled the story. She had become the unofficial scribe of Rosethorn’s evening tales, as scare stories were a love of hers. “Josefi, who had a dog that slept under her bed and licked her when she was frightened.”
“But her parents went away for the evening, for a ball,” Sandry joined in, eyes glittering in the flickering light.
Daja spoke next: “In the evening she was afraid and alone—”
“—so she reached under her bed and felt a lick,” Tris added. She was grinning. “She was content for a while, but when she woke in the night, she remembered she was alone and heard a dog-like whine—”
“—and dipped her hand below her bed to check on her dog.”
“She felt another lick and felt comforted enough to sleep.” Daja turned to Tris.
Tris stood and walked to the window, peeking out behind Sandry’s curtain as if inspecting for something specific. “The next morning she woke to the sound of her dog barking.”
Sandry spoke up. “But she was confused because—”
Daja, grinning. “The dog was outside.”
Briar laughed; it was a young and gleeful sound. “That was the first night Rosethorn and Lark had hearthfire duty together, wasn’t it, when we were 13? They said we were old enough for them to leave us alone.”
“We all slept with Little Bear on your bed that night,” Sandry confirmed, smiling fondly at the memory.
Tris barked out a laugh. “When Rosethorn and Lark found us in the morning, Rosethorn nearly keeled over cackling and Lark scolded her right there and then.”
“But we never forgot to clean under our beds again, did we?” Daja posed with a wicked smile.
Sandry turned to Briar. “Is the fact that you sleep directly on the floor the only reason that story’s your favourite—because it didn’t affect you?”
Briar scoffed at that, but when he turned away Daja and Tris nodded.
“That and we never found out what was under the bed.” Tris ducked the cushion Briar threw.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!