Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2011 9:02:10 GMT 10
Title: Roofs
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Who says they'll never help each other out of the rain? The House that Crane Built #5
Wind whipped across the embankments of the rooftops, until he could barely hear his sigh of relief when he found her at last.
"Niva -- "
"Did you ask for it, Isas? Another two years?"
He looked at her down-turned mouth, how she stood with her arms wrapped around her waist, her newly cropped auburn locks dancing across her jaw. He said the best answer, without pretense, without teasing: simply, "No."
She turned to stare out beyond Lightbridge's tall walls. "Two more years here. I want to go home and walk in it's gardens."
After a moment, he joined her there, in her quiet longing. When night fell, they returned down the stairs together, and didn't separate until morning.
- : -
"Did he -- "
She hesitated.
"You may ask," Isas drawled, his face buried in his hands, elbows resting on the library table. "I promise I will not reproach you for it."
Niva snorted, and took a seat beside him, pushing away the stack of books that had hidden him from view.
His father had thought that he'd have longer to convince Isas to return to the family, only to discover that his errant son intended to visit Winding Circle at the end of the year and take his vows to become a dedicate. The count had been... displeased.
"If you keep staying up this late," Niva said, after silence had fallen for longer than was comfortable, "your complexion will be ruined." She would never say something as domestic as 'go to bed' but the meaning behind it was loud and clear. She rose, holding out a hand. It was warm when he took it.
It helped. That night, his sleep was peaceful.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Who says they'll never help each other out of the rain? The House that Crane Built #5
Wind whipped across the embankments of the rooftops, until he could barely hear his sigh of relief when he found her at last.
"Niva -- "
"Did you ask for it, Isas? Another two years?"
He looked at her down-turned mouth, how she stood with her arms wrapped around her waist, her newly cropped auburn locks dancing across her jaw. He said the best answer, without pretense, without teasing: simply, "No."
She turned to stare out beyond Lightbridge's tall walls. "Two more years here. I want to go home and walk in it's gardens."
After a moment, he joined her there, in her quiet longing. When night fell, they returned down the stairs together, and didn't separate until morning.
- : -
"Did he -- "
She hesitated.
"You may ask," Isas drawled, his face buried in his hands, elbows resting on the library table. "I promise I will not reproach you for it."
Niva snorted, and took a seat beside him, pushing away the stack of books that had hidden him from view.
His father had thought that he'd have longer to convince Isas to return to the family, only to discover that his errant son intended to visit Winding Circle at the end of the year and take his vows to become a dedicate. The count had been... displeased.
"If you keep staying up this late," Niva said, after silence had fallen for longer than was comfortable, "your complexion will be ruined." She would never say something as domestic as 'go to bed' but the meaning behind it was loud and clear. She rose, holding out a hand. It was warm when he took it.
It helped. That night, his sleep was peaceful.
QC by: journeycat
I think you captured Crane so perfectly in the "You may ask..." line. I also loved the hints at his relationship with his father, and their longing at the beginnin is lovely.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!