Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 6:00:17 GMT 10
Title: Aloe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 385
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Aloe: healing, protection, grief, bitterness, affection. Rosethorn's Garden #3
Rosethorn remembered Lightsbridge as a place of horror. There were no trees, not flowers, and only the toughest brown-green vines clung to the outside of its walls; weeds could barely stand to grow in its enchanted corners. Dust gathered in its basements, and powders were always fresh enough to sting.
To Rosethorn, Lightsbridge was the place her oldest relationship broke down. Never mind that Isas had always been proud, always been convinced of his infallibility. Never mind that it was at Lightsbridge where she first recognized the leap in her heart at his presence, the burning where they touched, the impracticality of kissing someone a foot taller. It was at Lightsbridge that pride changed to arrogance, and competitiveness changed to bitter rivalry. It was Lightsbridge that drew him to start planting the stem of one plant onto another, and ignore the wrongness of it.
Lightsbridge forced her to do what she hated, and turned the laboratory work she liked into chores she couldn't stand. The shiny sterile white surfaces, the clink of impeccable glass tools, and the quiet murmuring in the background made her long to throw out her arms and bloom like the giant flowers of her aloe plants, just to see what others could do about it. The musty books and their drawings of exotic plants were burdens of knowledge without restraint or wisdom, and only sharpened her longing for the quiet understanding of Dedicate Elmsbrook and his garden of living, breathing herbs.
Rosethorn came to regard Lightsbridge as darkness without joy, forgetting the thrill of his arms around her in some deserted corner in her memories of his cold, sharp approach to plants after their second year of studying. She forgot the patient advice of the Dean in her memories of Professor Bluewater's tyranny. For as long as she attempted to avoid remembering anything about Lightsbridge, she couldn't recognize, and come to treasure, the seeds of making plants bloom in a riot of color to taunt Lightsbridge's cold. For as long as she picked out only the bitterest moments, she couldn't remember the sweetness of exploring Karang's capital with Isas and their friends.
For as long as she saw only the darkness, she forgot that it was in darkness that a candle shone brighter, and that those lovely moments were like sunlight.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 385
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Aloe: healing, protection, grief, bitterness, affection. Rosethorn's Garden #3
Rosethorn remembered Lightsbridge as a place of horror. There were no trees, not flowers, and only the toughest brown-green vines clung to the outside of its walls; weeds could barely stand to grow in its enchanted corners. Dust gathered in its basements, and powders were always fresh enough to sting.
To Rosethorn, Lightsbridge was the place her oldest relationship broke down. Never mind that Isas had always been proud, always been convinced of his infallibility. Never mind that it was at Lightsbridge where she first recognized the leap in her heart at his presence, the burning where they touched, the impracticality of kissing someone a foot taller. It was at Lightsbridge that pride changed to arrogance, and competitiveness changed to bitter rivalry. It was Lightsbridge that drew him to start planting the stem of one plant onto another, and ignore the wrongness of it.
Lightsbridge forced her to do what she hated, and turned the laboratory work she liked into chores she couldn't stand. The shiny sterile white surfaces, the clink of impeccable glass tools, and the quiet murmuring in the background made her long to throw out her arms and bloom like the giant flowers of her aloe plants, just to see what others could do about it. The musty books and their drawings of exotic plants were burdens of knowledge without restraint or wisdom, and only sharpened her longing for the quiet understanding of Dedicate Elmsbrook and his garden of living, breathing herbs.
Rosethorn came to regard Lightsbridge as darkness without joy, forgetting the thrill of his arms around her in some deserted corner in her memories of his cold, sharp approach to plants after their second year of studying. She forgot the patient advice of the Dean in her memories of Professor Bluewater's tyranny. For as long as she attempted to avoid remembering anything about Lightsbridge, she couldn't recognize, and come to treasure, the seeds of making plants bloom in a riot of color to taunt Lightsbridge's cold. For as long as she picked out only the bitterest moments, she couldn't remember the sweetness of exploring Karang's capital with Isas and their friends.
For as long as she saw only the darkness, she forgot that it was in darkness that a candle shone brighter, and that those lovely moments were like sunlight.
QC: by Cassandra
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!