Post by Deleted on May 9, 2011 10:15:40 GMT 10
Title: Vaguely Familiar
Rating: G
Word Count: 257
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: This looks familiar/Vaguely familiar... Tris, Lightsbridge, first day. (Someday, #1)
She misses Summersea.
She misses her family.
But at the same time, Lightsbridge is... well... the library dwarfs even the duke's, even the small section of Berenene's that she's seen.
Rosethorn hated the place, but Tris's magic is tied to living things only through Briar, and the flicker of green beneath her eyelids when she thinks of him. The absence of the familiar doesn't itch at the back of her head, like it must have for Rosethorn; she cannot ever be fully separated from both earth and air, and Lightsbridge tries neither. She discovers this on her very first day of exploring.
She finds the wind on the roof. Breezes race along the lines of her braids, the sleeves and skirts Sandry made with such patience, and presented to her, with a sniffle, back in Summersea. Tris hates touching others, but Sandry had felt so sad that she let the future Duchess spring on her and give her a hug.
She searches a bit harder to find softly rumbling earth, in the basements -- former prisons, actually -- of Lightsbridge. The long line of stairs are irritating, but it's worth the effort. A line of cold iron bars line the corridors, and the metal ores, far, far beneath the basement, sing as they melt slowly into the mantle. She remembers Daja's gift: a charm to help disguise her abilities, her reserved, calm smile, in perfect counterpoint to Sandry.
No. Despite all she misses, despite all that isn't there, for Tris, Lightsbridge has its moments of nostalgic familiarity.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 257
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: This looks familiar/Vaguely familiar... Tris, Lightsbridge, first day. (Someday, #1)
She misses Summersea.
She misses her family.
But at the same time, Lightsbridge is... well... the library dwarfs even the duke's, even the small section of Berenene's that she's seen.
Rosethorn hated the place, but Tris's magic is tied to living things only through Briar, and the flicker of green beneath her eyelids when she thinks of him. The absence of the familiar doesn't itch at the back of her head, like it must have for Rosethorn; she cannot ever be fully separated from both earth and air, and Lightsbridge tries neither. She discovers this on her very first day of exploring.
She finds the wind on the roof. Breezes race along the lines of her braids, the sleeves and skirts Sandry made with such patience, and presented to her, with a sniffle, back in Summersea. Tris hates touching others, but Sandry had felt so sad that she let the future Duchess spring on her and give her a hug.
She searches a bit harder to find softly rumbling earth, in the basements -- former prisons, actually -- of Lightsbridge. The long line of stairs are irritating, but it's worth the effort. A line of cold iron bars line the corridors, and the metal ores, far, far beneath the basement, sing as they melt slowly into the mantle. She remembers Daja's gift: a charm to help disguise her abilities, her reserved, calm smile, in perfect counterpoint to Sandry.
No. Despite all she misses, despite all that isn't there, for Tris, Lightsbridge has its moments of nostalgic familiarity.
QC by: journeycat