Post by Kit on Apr 2, 2011 22:14:35 GMT 10
Title:Chokeweed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 398
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: The human essences project shall not continue without her. (Set in my Hearts and Houses universe, though a standalone)
I'm wanting your anger--I only want to see-if I can shake you out of sleep/ And bring you out under this flooded sky/ at any price. Enough To Go By, Vienna Teng.
“What do you want?”
“You’ll have to come back, you know.”
Rosethorn could shake him. Would shake him, but touching him, even something so brief and unhappy as the clench of her hands on his slight, slumped shoulders, frightened her. She had opened the door in a nightrobe—not that that silliness mattered, his eyes had never left her face. But now he stood there, this Isas, who had not even taken vows and still managed to glare at her with a fervour that was nothing if not devout. He glared while she stood in the door to her home, still half asleep and languorous and sure that Paras’s touch had changed the texture of her skin enough for anyone to see.
Touching him would be too much.
“I’m sure you’re doing perfectly well,” she snapped, flushing.
“Shall I beg?” He was sneering. Tall and ill suited to his white robes and sneering. “I’ve been told I’m no good at it, but I would stoop to try.”
Calculated words. Laughter in a too-small bed, her hands in his hair as she tugged him back up, spanned wondering fingers across his smirking face.
(“Are we supposed to laugh the whole way through? You make a useless penitent.”
“It’s certainly never a position I thought to see myself in!”
“Isas?”
“Niva?”
“You said position.”
“Oh, you—”
“—just kiss me.”)
Rosethorn glared at him. “You know I can’t.”
“I know no such thing, Rosethorn.” He said her name carefully, his own gaze lowering a little as he tried to fit it in his mouth—only a brief respite. “I do know that Ulra was the only person mad enough to understand your notes, and now that she has no eyes, we need yours.”
Rosethorn flinched.
“Harsh?” Isas’s smile was swift and unfriendly. “At least I only condemn you. Your absence hurts many more.”
“I am sick of hurting people.” She did not mean to say the words, but they are there, all at once, and Isas has the gall to shake his head.
“You were sick,” he said. “Now, you are simply scared. I know the difference.”
Rosethorn, nightrobe loose and flapping about her waist, could only stare, and when Paras, sleepy eyed and concerned, came up to slip an arm about her waist just as Isas broke enough to grasp her hand, she thought she might scream.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 398
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: The human essences project shall not continue without her. (Set in my Hearts and Houses universe, though a standalone)
I'm wanting your anger--I only want to see-if I can shake you out of sleep/ And bring you out under this flooded sky/ at any price. Enough To Go By, Vienna Teng.
“What do you want?”
“You’ll have to come back, you know.”
Rosethorn could shake him. Would shake him, but touching him, even something so brief and unhappy as the clench of her hands on his slight, slumped shoulders, frightened her. She had opened the door in a nightrobe—not that that silliness mattered, his eyes had never left her face. But now he stood there, this Isas, who had not even taken vows and still managed to glare at her with a fervour that was nothing if not devout. He glared while she stood in the door to her home, still half asleep and languorous and sure that Paras’s touch had changed the texture of her skin enough for anyone to see.
Touching him would be too much.
“I’m sure you’re doing perfectly well,” she snapped, flushing.
“Shall I beg?” He was sneering. Tall and ill suited to his white robes and sneering. “I’ve been told I’m no good at it, but I would stoop to try.”
Calculated words. Laughter in a too-small bed, her hands in his hair as she tugged him back up, spanned wondering fingers across his smirking face.
(“Are we supposed to laugh the whole way through? You make a useless penitent.”
“It’s certainly never a position I thought to see myself in!”
“Isas?”
“Niva?”
“You said position.”
“Oh, you—”
“—just kiss me.”)
Rosethorn glared at him. “You know I can’t.”
“I know no such thing, Rosethorn.” He said her name carefully, his own gaze lowering a little as he tried to fit it in his mouth—only a brief respite. “I do know that Ulra was the only person mad enough to understand your notes, and now that she has no eyes, we need yours.”
Rosethorn flinched.
“Harsh?” Isas’s smile was swift and unfriendly. “At least I only condemn you. Your absence hurts many more.”
“I am sick of hurting people.” She did not mean to say the words, but they are there, all at once, and Isas has the gall to shake his head.
“You were sick,” he said. “Now, you are simply scared. I know the difference.”
Rosethorn, nightrobe loose and flapping about her waist, could only stare, and when Paras, sleepy eyed and concerned, came up to slip an arm about her waist just as Isas broke enough to grasp her hand, she thought she might scream.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!