Carbon Kiwi
Soldier
Would you help me search for a fairy cave on an August moon and a low low tide?
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Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:27:12 GMT 10
Title: Shadows [3] Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 212 Pairing: Circlecest Round/Fight: 4/A Warnings: Dark pasts: implied death and torture Summary: “I’m thirty-five and I still fear the dark..." Notes: I've always wondered what would happen when Sandry's stone finally dimmed.
“I’m thirty-five and I still fear the dark,” Sandry stated as she held her old stone in her hands; it lay lightless—lifeless—there. “I’m older than Rosethorn was when we met her. What would she say of my fear of the dark?”
“She would say she understands,” Briar responded before the others could; they wouldn’t have anyway, for they understood he knew best. “She feared many things at thirty-five, but her fear of dark came later. Other fears never leave.”
His voice felt as dark as the room. Sandry thought of the scars on his back and shuddered, imagining the other scars behind his eyes that would never leave him. Surely if she could comprehend that, she could forgive herself her fear of darkness—and what it came from.
“Tris? Daja? Are you still afraid?” She could feel movement in the dark; the blazing bodies of their magic moved with the sound.
“I do,” Tris answered, her voice the whisper of pages. “I still fear I’ll be left behind, somehow.”
“I fear you all being in the same place—that I might lose you and live,” Daja murmured. “I would prefer to leave over that.”
Sandry clutched Daja’s hand. “Please don’t: I couldn’t bear it.”
“Me either,” Briar and Tris agreed.
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