Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 8:09:17 GMT 10
Title: Reminder
Rating: PG
Word Count: 213
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings: Pirates
Summary: “Are you feeling alright?”
Notes: I tend to think killing leaves scars, no matter who and what it saves...
“Tris, you haven’t touched your food,” Lark noticed with a tell-tale frown of worry. “Are you feeling alright?”
“No, I—” Tris started, but stared down at her soup and barely touched it with her spoon. “I can’t. The pirates, all people, just people—people who likely didn’t want to be their either... Real people with pasts and futures and families. All the food that won’t reach mouths, won’t find their families.” She stood. “It makes me sick.”
Before the others could respond, she had run from the room and up the stairs.
Briar, Sandry and Daja looked to one another and to Lark and Rosethorn. They all carried pained expressions in their own particular manners.
Briar stood. “I’ll speak with her. Killed a man once, in Deadman’s District. Couldn’t eat prop’ly for weeks, not ‘till Alleycat pepped me up a stitch with a speech. I’ll go fix’r up good so she can eat by the mornin’.”
He hurried off after her. Rosethorn, her features doubly pained, didn’t have the heart to consider his grammar.
“You’ve all seen too much of life in too little time,” she declared. She wielded her spoon at them. “So you lot kid up, as Briar would say, and dig in. Food will always reach your mouths here.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 213
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings: Pirates
Summary: “Are you feeling alright?”
Notes: I tend to think killing leaves scars, no matter who and what it saves...
“Tris, you haven’t touched your food,” Lark noticed with a tell-tale frown of worry. “Are you feeling alright?”
“No, I—” Tris started, but stared down at her soup and barely touched it with her spoon. “I can’t. The pirates, all people, just people—people who likely didn’t want to be their either... Real people with pasts and futures and families. All the food that won’t reach mouths, won’t find their families.” She stood. “It makes me sick.”
Before the others could respond, she had run from the room and up the stairs.
Briar, Sandry and Daja looked to one another and to Lark and Rosethorn. They all carried pained expressions in their own particular manners.
Briar stood. “I’ll speak with her. Killed a man once, in Deadman’s District. Couldn’t eat prop’ly for weeks, not ‘till Alleycat pepped me up a stitch with a speech. I’ll go fix’r up good so she can eat by the mornin’.”
He hurried off after her. Rosethorn, her features doubly pained, didn’t have the heart to consider his grammar.
“You’ve all seen too much of life in too little time,” she declared. She wielded her spoon at them. “So you lot kid up, as Briar would say, and dig in. Food will always reach your mouths here.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!