Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 1, 2011 8:47:01 GMT 10
Title: That Time of Moon [5]
Rating: G
Word Count: 543
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Warnings: Menses
Summary: Briar's steps into understanding women--since he has to live with 5 of them.
Notes: Wrote this before I read Nicki's 'Monthly' story, but am now tickled pink.
The girls were cleaning their rooms. Briar had already done that, so he was getting a head start on his chores by sweeping the floor. Lark was preparing breakfast; Rosethorn was nowhere to be found and her door was closed. The coast was clear.
“Lark?”
“Yes Briar?” Lark glanced up from the bowl of porridge she was mixing.
“Why do women bleed? You know, once a moon. The girls told me some but they’re useless—all hearsay and made up for all I know. But you must know!”
He heard the sound of movement from the back door. Briar looked up to find Rosethorn had just stepped in from outside—she must have been out to the privy. She tried to step back out again, but it was too late; he had caught her eye.
Rosethorn turned beet red and stopped in her tracks. She just stood there. Briar wasn’t sure if she’d box him at the ears like Sandry said, or if she was embarrassed, or if she was gonna crack up like the rest of the women. Her mouth opened but no sound left and it closed back up again.
Briar felt a hand on his shoulder. Lark was pulling him away. She pulled him into her bedroom and closed the door.
“I’m sorry!” he stuttered out, hands over his eyes. “I didn’t mean—I weren’t—I thought she was somewhere else!” He refused to peek through his fingers.
That was, until he heard Lark’s laughter. He peeked one eye through to take a look—maybe it was a trick. But no, she was laughing, her eyes closed and neck bent and her fingers before her lips.
“Briar—” she gasped when she had controlled herself some. “I’m sorry for laughing; that was uncalled for. The look on Rosie’s face… well, she won’t forget that for a while, but she won’t blame you; she’ll blame herself or me, and we can both take it. It’s best for you to know the truth now.”
“So you’re gonna tell me?”
“Not yet.” Lark held up her hand before Briar could express his disappointment and annoyance. “I’m going to speak with all of you. Sandry, Daja and Tris may not have had women to speak with about this, either. And right now Rosethorn needs calming. We’ll meet after dinner to discuss it.”
“I have to learn about it with them? They just sit there and laugh!”
“They won’t.” Lark looked serious. “They’ll need to hear this as much as you.”
“I have to?”
“Didn’t you want to?”
“Not if I have to…”
“Don’t be difficult, Briar. It’s better to know. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”
Briar looked unsure. Lark laughed again, but let him out of her room.
He ran up to Tris’ room again, calling out to all three, Rosethorn’s going to hit my head to Hajra! He could feel their laughter through their connection. It’s not funny, rats!
I’m pretty sure it is, Tris rebuked.
It’s funny, Daja confirmed.
It’s hilarious! Sandry corrected.
Briar grumbled to himself. Well it won’t be, not tonight, when you all have to hear about it!
He was disappointed that the feelings he got back didn’t include disgust. In fact…they were excited. Traitors. No, worse: girls.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 543
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Warnings: Menses
Summary: Briar's steps into understanding women--since he has to live with 5 of them.
Notes: Wrote this before I read Nicki's 'Monthly' story, but am now tickled pink.
The girls were cleaning their rooms. Briar had already done that, so he was getting a head start on his chores by sweeping the floor. Lark was preparing breakfast; Rosethorn was nowhere to be found and her door was closed. The coast was clear.
“Lark?”
“Yes Briar?” Lark glanced up from the bowl of porridge she was mixing.
“Why do women bleed? You know, once a moon. The girls told me some but they’re useless—all hearsay and made up for all I know. But you must know!”
He heard the sound of movement from the back door. Briar looked up to find Rosethorn had just stepped in from outside—she must have been out to the privy. She tried to step back out again, but it was too late; he had caught her eye.
Rosethorn turned beet red and stopped in her tracks. She just stood there. Briar wasn’t sure if she’d box him at the ears like Sandry said, or if she was embarrassed, or if she was gonna crack up like the rest of the women. Her mouth opened but no sound left and it closed back up again.
Briar felt a hand on his shoulder. Lark was pulling him away. She pulled him into her bedroom and closed the door.
“I’m sorry!” he stuttered out, hands over his eyes. “I didn’t mean—I weren’t—I thought she was somewhere else!” He refused to peek through his fingers.
That was, until he heard Lark’s laughter. He peeked one eye through to take a look—maybe it was a trick. But no, she was laughing, her eyes closed and neck bent and her fingers before her lips.
“Briar—” she gasped when she had controlled herself some. “I’m sorry for laughing; that was uncalled for. The look on Rosie’s face… well, she won’t forget that for a while, but she won’t blame you; she’ll blame herself or me, and we can both take it. It’s best for you to know the truth now.”
“So you’re gonna tell me?”
“Not yet.” Lark held up her hand before Briar could express his disappointment and annoyance. “I’m going to speak with all of you. Sandry, Daja and Tris may not have had women to speak with about this, either. And right now Rosethorn needs calming. We’ll meet after dinner to discuss it.”
“I have to learn about it with them? They just sit there and laugh!”
“They won’t.” Lark looked serious. “They’ll need to hear this as much as you.”
“I have to?”
“Didn’t you want to?”
“Not if I have to…”
“Don’t be difficult, Briar. It’s better to know. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”
Briar looked unsure. Lark laughed again, but let him out of her room.
He ran up to Tris’ room again, calling out to all three, Rosethorn’s going to hit my head to Hajra! He could feel their laughter through their connection. It’s not funny, rats!
I’m pretty sure it is, Tris rebuked.
It’s funny, Daja confirmed.
It’s hilarious! Sandry corrected.
Briar grumbled to himself. Well it won’t be, not tonight, when you all have to hear about it!
He was disappointed that the feelings he got back didn’t include disgust. In fact…they were excited. Traitors. No, worse: girls.
QC: by Cassandra