Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2011 9:00:33 GMT 10
Title: Doors
Rating: PG
Word Count: 237
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Will you let me in? The House that Crane Built #4
When Isas took his novice vows at Winding Circle, he laid foundations there for a life. He hadn't thought much about it at the time; Isas's ambition burned, but it was directionless, a vague impression of his life in some distant tomorrow.
Everything seemed so distant, even Niva. The time spent with her, arguing, competing, laughing wryly; those fleeting moments when they were nose to nose over a disagreement, blushing warmly, until he thought it was her breath against his mouth, and her skin brushing against his... even those moments faded in intensity, because they led nowhere. He stepped away, or she did, and in both instances he could almost hear a door swinging shut, leaving mingled relief and disappointment.
It took Isas longer than it should have to remember he had sworn he would build his walls where he wanted. Now it was up to him to decide what it was he wanted, and to open the doors.
"Stop dithering and make a decision," Niva snapped one day, and he couldn't help it.
Her lips were soft but her embrace was firm, certain, and right there.
"You're right," Isas said, half-bent over -- she'd had to tug him down because of their height difference -- and not caring a whit.
"I wish I had a way to record that," Niva said. A corner of her mouth tugged up. "Though I'm sure I can make you repeat it."
He had hesitated so long, wondering if he would regret letting her walk in through the door. He didn't.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 237
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Will you let me in? The House that Crane Built #4
When Isas took his novice vows at Winding Circle, he laid foundations there for a life. He hadn't thought much about it at the time; Isas's ambition burned, but it was directionless, a vague impression of his life in some distant tomorrow.
Everything seemed so distant, even Niva. The time spent with her, arguing, competing, laughing wryly; those fleeting moments when they were nose to nose over a disagreement, blushing warmly, until he thought it was her breath against his mouth, and her skin brushing against his... even those moments faded in intensity, because they led nowhere. He stepped away, or she did, and in both instances he could almost hear a door swinging shut, leaving mingled relief and disappointment.
It took Isas longer than it should have to remember he had sworn he would build his walls where he wanted. Now it was up to him to decide what it was he wanted, and to open the doors.
"Stop dithering and make a decision," Niva snapped one day, and he couldn't help it.
Her lips were soft but her embrace was firm, certain, and right there.
"You're right," Isas said, half-bent over -- she'd had to tug him down because of their height difference -- and not caring a whit.
"I wish I had a way to record that," Niva said. A corner of her mouth tugged up. "Though I'm sure I can make you repeat it."
He had hesitated so long, wondering if he would regret letting her walk in through the door. He didn't.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!