Post by Kris11 on Apr 3, 2011 8:30:38 GMT 10
Title: Relearning Love
Rating: PG
Word Count: 230
Pairing: C/R
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: Niva makes sure no one can get close... but this is Isas.
All I ever learned from love is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. But it’s not a cry that you hear tonight, it’s not some pilgrim who claims to have seen the light. Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen.
He reached out a hand to touch her cheek and his eyes followed his fingertips from cheekbone to chin, while her gaze was locked on him.
Niva had never been someone who the boys flocked to, she made sure of that. She didn’t want the attention of others. She knew very well what it brought (her brother screaming as the raider cut him down, her best friend’s dead eyes, her father’s blame and that terrifying promise that he would never. Let. Her. Go), and she wanted nothing to do with it.
But this was Isas. He was the one who argued with her, no matter how badly she lost her temper. He watched over her, was there to hold her hand when news of her father’s death came, was the one who remembered how much she hated the cold, smiled as they found answers to puzzles, shared the excitement that magic and learning meant...
Niva didn’t let anyone close, because she had never been able to trust anyone before. Isas looked up from his fingers that were cupping her cheek and met her eyes and she saw someone who loved her for her, not in spite of her temper, or because of her magic, but for all of her.
She leaned forward when he did and kissed him, gently.
This was Isas. And she loved him for all of him.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 230
Pairing: C/R
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: Niva makes sure no one can get close... but this is Isas.
All I ever learned from love is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. But it’s not a cry that you hear tonight, it’s not some pilgrim who claims to have seen the light. Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen.
He reached out a hand to touch her cheek and his eyes followed his fingertips from cheekbone to chin, while her gaze was locked on him.
Niva had never been someone who the boys flocked to, she made sure of that. She didn’t want the attention of others. She knew very well what it brought (her brother screaming as the raider cut him down, her best friend’s dead eyes, her father’s blame and that terrifying promise that he would never. Let. Her. Go), and she wanted nothing to do with it.
But this was Isas. He was the one who argued with her, no matter how badly she lost her temper. He watched over her, was there to hold her hand when news of her father’s death came, was the one who remembered how much she hated the cold, smiled as they found answers to puzzles, shared the excitement that magic and learning meant...
Niva didn’t let anyone close, because she had never been able to trust anyone before. Isas looked up from his fingers that were cupping her cheek and met her eyes and she saw someone who loved her for her, not in spite of her temper, or because of her magic, but for all of her.
She leaned forward when he did and kissed him, gently.
This was Isas. And she loved him for all of him.
QC: by Cassandra