Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 1, 2011 8:39:53 GMT 10
Title: That Time of Moon [1]
Rating: G
Word Count: 589
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.
Briar didn’t make a sound as he stepped around Discipline’s kitchen and out the back door. Normally he’d whistle, but it was early in the morning and his body was done sleeping—it still wasn’t used to sleeping at the same time every night. Nor was he, for that matter.
He stopped and hid behind the doorframe when he was Rosethorn out back with a wooden bucket of water. She was twisting cloth over it and red water was pouring out—red the shade of blood. She scrubbed at it.
Lark emerged from the privy. She held up the habit spread over the bench next to Rosethorn.
“Oh honestly, Rosie! If you would just track your cycle—”
“I have more important matters on my mind than the moon and my womb,” Rosethorn retorted, twisting the cloth again. “It’s only counting its own years to barrenness.”
Lark sighed. “If you don’t keep track, I will. Magic or no, blood stains are difficult. I know you hate people interfering—”
“Fine. Next moon, I’ll know.” Rosethorn gasped and grasped at her abdomen. She spoke through gritted teeth. “Mila strike me, but you may be right—preparation may—” Her words drifted off into a groan.
“Come. I’ll set you up with a ginger cloth in your room and fix you some crampbark and chamomile tea. We’ll have you fixed up before the children can hassle you.” Lark took the cloth from Rosethorn’s hands and wrapped an arm under the woman’s shoulders. Rosethorn had no energy for a response, but the look of gratitude she gave put a strange feeling in Briar’s stomach. He scurried upstairs before the two could see them.
Tris? he called into his mind. Are you awake?
Well now I am! Or did you forget I still have a mind when I’m asleep? He could tell she was huffing from the agitation in her mind-voice. But he also heard her thumping to the door; a second later it opened.
“What, Briar? It’s only just gone dawn!” Her face was red and pillow-creased; he resisted the urge to laugh. It must have showed in his face, for she glared at him as she adjusted her spectacles. “I should slam the door in your face.”
“You’d wake the other two.”
“If we weren’t already awake,” Daja commented from her open door. Briar turned to see her leaning against her doorframe. Sandry hurried up the stairs in her nightgown.
Briar was uncomfortable having an audience for this, but it appeared he had no choice. He also didn’t want Lark and Rosethorn to know they were awake just yet.
Something’s wrong with Rosethorn. She was bleeding and groaning and grabbing her stum! Lark looked weird, too. He was rambling into his own mind and felt silly. But if there was something wrong with Rosethorn, something had to be done! Seems it happens a lot—she must be sick, a disease! Rosethorn’s gonna die and I ain’t learned to make a proper garden yet!
The three girls exchanged looks. It was quiet for one, two, three tense seconds for Briar as his heart beat nearly out of his chest…
Sandry almost fell down the stairs laughing; Daja held onto the doorframe as she sagged against it with her laughter; Tris snorted, but lost herself to laughter soon after and pushed Briar’s shoulder.
Briar’s face went every colour red under the sky, a mixture of embarrassment enough to hide in bed and anger enough to throttle the three of them at once.
“What?!”
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 589
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.
Briar didn’t make a sound as he stepped around Discipline’s kitchen and out the back door. Normally he’d whistle, but it was early in the morning and his body was done sleeping—it still wasn’t used to sleeping at the same time every night. Nor was he, for that matter.
He stopped and hid behind the doorframe when he was Rosethorn out back with a wooden bucket of water. She was twisting cloth over it and red water was pouring out—red the shade of blood. She scrubbed at it.
Lark emerged from the privy. She held up the habit spread over the bench next to Rosethorn.
“Oh honestly, Rosie! If you would just track your cycle—”
“I have more important matters on my mind than the moon and my womb,” Rosethorn retorted, twisting the cloth again. “It’s only counting its own years to barrenness.”
Lark sighed. “If you don’t keep track, I will. Magic or no, blood stains are difficult. I know you hate people interfering—”
“Fine. Next moon, I’ll know.” Rosethorn gasped and grasped at her abdomen. She spoke through gritted teeth. “Mila strike me, but you may be right—preparation may—” Her words drifted off into a groan.
“Come. I’ll set you up with a ginger cloth in your room and fix you some crampbark and chamomile tea. We’ll have you fixed up before the children can hassle you.” Lark took the cloth from Rosethorn’s hands and wrapped an arm under the woman’s shoulders. Rosethorn had no energy for a response, but the look of gratitude she gave put a strange feeling in Briar’s stomach. He scurried upstairs before the two could see them.
Tris? he called into his mind. Are you awake?
Well now I am! Or did you forget I still have a mind when I’m asleep? He could tell she was huffing from the agitation in her mind-voice. But he also heard her thumping to the door; a second later it opened.
“What, Briar? It’s only just gone dawn!” Her face was red and pillow-creased; he resisted the urge to laugh. It must have showed in his face, for she glared at him as she adjusted her spectacles. “I should slam the door in your face.”
“You’d wake the other two.”
“If we weren’t already awake,” Daja commented from her open door. Briar turned to see her leaning against her doorframe. Sandry hurried up the stairs in her nightgown.
Briar was uncomfortable having an audience for this, but it appeared he had no choice. He also didn’t want Lark and Rosethorn to know they were awake just yet.
Something’s wrong with Rosethorn. She was bleeding and groaning and grabbing her stum! Lark looked weird, too. He was rambling into his own mind and felt silly. But if there was something wrong with Rosethorn, something had to be done! Seems it happens a lot—she must be sick, a disease! Rosethorn’s gonna die and I ain’t learned to make a proper garden yet!
The three girls exchanged looks. It was quiet for one, two, three tense seconds for Briar as his heart beat nearly out of his chest…
Sandry almost fell down the stairs laughing; Daja held onto the doorframe as she sagged against it with her laughter; Tris snorted, but lost herself to laughter soon after and pushed Briar’s shoulder.
Briar’s face went every colour red under the sky, a mixture of embarrassment enough to hide in bed and anger enough to throttle the three of them at once.
“What?!”
QC: by Cassandra