Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 1, 2011 8:46:03 GMT 10
Title: That Time of Moon [3]
Rating: G
Word Count: 229
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 was sulking in his room—what a strange arrangement, just a mattress on the floor, Tris thought. He had to be a street boy; civilised people preferred beds.
“I told you all to let me be,” he growled up from his nest. “Prefer not to be humiliated before midday meal.”
“Then life with us and Rosethorn will be hard,” Tris drawled. She crossed her arms. “And we’re here for you, not for us.”
“Sure doesn’t seem it.” He glared at the three.
“Briar, it’s something you need to know,” Sandry said, earnest and urging. “Because every woman bleeds that way and you live with two women.”
Briar looked horror-struck. “Will you all bleed, random and pained like that? Helpless?”
Tris was a little—little—touched at his concern. “No. Mostly it’s not supposed to hurt too much, or so most women say.”
“I’ve heard it can,” Daja said. She shrugged one shoulder. “But we have herbs and teas to ease the pain.”
“Rosethorn should have those,” Briar thought, looking thoroughly confused. “If she’s got herbs to poison a man, surely she’s got some to ditch her ouches. What’s the blood from, anyway? What kinda wound shows up that often?”
The room was quiet for a moment. Daja looked away, inspecting the metal of her staff. Sandry shifted uncomfortably. Tris flushed from forehead to neck and re-crossed her arms.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 229
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 was sulking in his room—what a strange arrangement, just a mattress on the floor, Tris thought. He had to be a street boy; civilised people preferred beds.
“I told you all to let me be,” he growled up from his nest. “Prefer not to be humiliated before midday meal.”
“Then life with us and Rosethorn will be hard,” Tris drawled. She crossed her arms. “And we’re here for you, not for us.”
“Sure doesn’t seem it.” He glared at the three.
“Briar, it’s something you need to know,” Sandry said, earnest and urging. “Because every woman bleeds that way and you live with two women.”
Briar looked horror-struck. “Will you all bleed, random and pained like that? Helpless?”
Tris was a little—little—touched at his concern. “No. Mostly it’s not supposed to hurt too much, or so most women say.”
“I’ve heard it can,” Daja said. She shrugged one shoulder. “But we have herbs and teas to ease the pain.”
“Rosethorn should have those,” Briar thought, looking thoroughly confused. “If she’s got herbs to poison a man, surely she’s got some to ditch her ouches. What’s the blood from, anyway? What kinda wound shows up that often?”
The room was quiet for a moment. Daja looked away, inspecting the metal of her staff. Sandry shifted uncomfortably. Tris flushed from forehead to neck and re-crossed her arms.
QC: by Cassandra