Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 6:27:05 GMT 10
Title: Appearances
Rating: PG
Word Count: 239
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: This is what the novices Winding Circle see, when they come upon Crane and Rosethorn arguing.
This is what the novices of Winding Circle see, when they come upon Crane and Rosethorn arguing:
Two of their teachers fighting bitterly. They despise each other, with fierce rivalry, and do not care who know it.
- : -
When Rosethorn walks over to Crane, she is looking for a fight.
She stares down at his experiments with a keen eye and reckless attitude -- his attitude -- and tells him he's doing things wrong.
There's something interesting about the tilt of his head, then, something considering in the look of his eye: she likes it. She missed it for a long time, but the Blue Pox brought them back together.
"You have no method," he sniffs. "I'm going through them systematically."
"You'll never get through everything that way," Rosethorn says sharply, leaning closer and watching the light flicker on behind his eyes.
"Better than missing out because of over-reliance on instinct," Crane sniffs, and his eyes widen.
She's leaned close to whisper, "Really? I've always thought instinct was... very useful."
"Rosethorn," he points out, taking a step back and gesturing expansively, "we're in a glasshouse. The students are watching."
She can see them in the corner of her eye, trying to hear through the sea of glass separating them. "Then," she murmurs, "we'd better put on a show."
- : -
Let this, they whisper to one another, be a lesson: never let your work consume you, or you might lose your friends.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 239
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: This is what the novices Winding Circle see, when they come upon Crane and Rosethorn arguing.
This is what the novices of Winding Circle see, when they come upon Crane and Rosethorn arguing:
Two of their teachers fighting bitterly. They despise each other, with fierce rivalry, and do not care who know it.
- : -
When Rosethorn walks over to Crane, she is looking for a fight.
She stares down at his experiments with a keen eye and reckless attitude -- his attitude -- and tells him he's doing things wrong.
There's something interesting about the tilt of his head, then, something considering in the look of his eye: she likes it. She missed it for a long time, but the Blue Pox brought them back together.
"You have no method," he sniffs. "I'm going through them systematically."
"You'll never get through everything that way," Rosethorn says sharply, leaning closer and watching the light flicker on behind his eyes.
"Better than missing out because of over-reliance on instinct," Crane sniffs, and his eyes widen.
She's leaned close to whisper, "Really? I've always thought instinct was... very useful."
"Rosethorn," he points out, taking a step back and gesturing expansively, "we're in a glasshouse. The students are watching."
She can see them in the corner of her eye, trying to hear through the sea of glass separating them. "Then," she murmurs, "we'd better put on a show."
- : -
Let this, they whisper to one another, be a lesson: never let your work consume you, or you might lose your friends.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!