Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 1, 2011 8:45:32 GMT 10
Title: That Time of Moon [2]
Rating: G
Word Count: 271
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.
“Have you never heard of moonlies?” Tris asked, still laughing.
“A woman being on her moon?” Sandry furthered.
“The red tide?” Daja added.
Briar glared them all down to the floor—or he tried to, anyway. They were all still laughing inside, he could tell.
“No. Ain’t had many women to tell me what’s what—not that I’d care! You girls are boring!” Briar’s voice rose, but he lowered it when he remembered that the plan was not to let the dedicates know they were awake. “If she ain’t dyin’, then I ain’t got no use for you all no more. Sod off and leave me alone!”
He barrelled into Tris’ room—she was giggling too hard to stop him—and shimmied out her window.
Do we go explain it to him? Sandry questioned the two remaining girls. He should probably know soon, living with two women…
Daja grinned. If Rosethorn didn’t strangle him a few days ago, she won’t be killing any of us.
He needs to know, Tris decided. Even if he swears off women forever after.
Wouldn’t that be nice? Sandry gave a dainty little grin and set off back down the stairs.
“She’s got some wickedness to her, that one,” Daja whispered to Tris; there was admiration in her voice.
“More sense than most nobles I’ve known.” Tris grinned back. Then she remembered this was a Trader, and they were only teaming up to train an ignorant street-thief of a boy—so he’d be out of her hair. Daja seemed to come to the same conclusion and quieted as she followed the other two down the stairs.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 271
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.
“Have you never heard of moonlies?” Tris asked, still laughing.
“A woman being on her moon?” Sandry furthered.
“The red tide?” Daja added.
Briar glared them all down to the floor—or he tried to, anyway. They were all still laughing inside, he could tell.
“No. Ain’t had many women to tell me what’s what—not that I’d care! You girls are boring!” Briar’s voice rose, but he lowered it when he remembered that the plan was not to let the dedicates know they were awake. “If she ain’t dyin’, then I ain’t got no use for you all no more. Sod off and leave me alone!”
He barrelled into Tris’ room—she was giggling too hard to stop him—and shimmied out her window.
Do we go explain it to him? Sandry questioned the two remaining girls. He should probably know soon, living with two women…
Daja grinned. If Rosethorn didn’t strangle him a few days ago, she won’t be killing any of us.
He needs to know, Tris decided. Even if he swears off women forever after.
Wouldn’t that be nice? Sandry gave a dainty little grin and set off back down the stairs.
“She’s got some wickedness to her, that one,” Daja whispered to Tris; there was admiration in her voice.
“More sense than most nobles I’ve known.” Tris grinned back. Then she remembered this was a Trader, and they were only teaming up to train an ignorant street-thief of a boy—so he’d be out of her hair. Daja seemed to come to the same conclusion and quieted as she followed the other two down the stairs.
QC: by Cassandra