Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 6:02:54 GMT 10
Title: Rosemary
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 393
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember. -- Shakespeare, Hamlet. Rated for implied sex. Rosethorn's Garden #6 (and last)
Rosethorn's garden is a garden of memories. Each herb, each flower carries a specific moment. The fennel in the corner are descendants of those salvaged from a deserted north-west corner of Winding Circle's vegetable gardens, twenty years ago. The bunch of irises in the corner were presents from Lark before they were together, a secret love confession through the language of flowers.
But not all memories dwell within the plants. The cloth-of-gold that were Isas's first gifts have dried and wilted; the bramble-making magic that nearly killed her has vanished; the blue-pox that did kill her leaves only a slow tongue that she's come to talk around.
After Rosethorn arrives back from Gyongxe, she takes time, and has help, to explore through the memories. She walks through the garden that Lark has tended in her absence, amusing herself by scaring Comas, running a dirt-covered thumb over the back of bronzed skin and trying to talk. Lark hugs her, kisses her, and lets her stand wordless, her past running through her and seeping into the dirt.
With some memories, she turns to him: some because she cannot vocalize them to Lark, and others because, if she has to tell them to someone, she trusts the secrets with him. When Lark smiles at Crane across the breakfast table, Rosethorn pretends not to notice the gratitude for that in Lark's smile. (She was not afraid, returning, when she wondered what their relationship would become. Not afraid. Maybe... apprehensive at the most. Nervous, possibly.)
Crane sees the scars across her back and her thighs, and plants kisses where magic stabbed her body. Afterwards, when Rosethorn has caught her breath, she rolls over, and she doesn't know how he does it (though she thinks he does enjoy baiting her anger, her sharp-edged passions) but bits and pieces of the war come tumbling out. Bits of pieces of the visit, too, of the young, vibrant teenagers who helped them, because she won't forget the light for the dark.
Between them, the mind-healer pronounces Rosethorn recovering (and she wishes Briar would just take her advice already.)
"Adolescents make their mistakes," Crane drawls into her ear. "You certainly made enough of your own."
"You were worse," she points out. "All of mine, and more."
But she doesn't dwell on them. She tends her garden, and it blooms with new life.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 393
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember. -- Shakespeare, Hamlet. Rated for implied sex. Rosethorn's Garden #6 (and last)
Rosethorn's garden is a garden of memories. Each herb, each flower carries a specific moment. The fennel in the corner are descendants of those salvaged from a deserted north-west corner of Winding Circle's vegetable gardens, twenty years ago. The bunch of irises in the corner were presents from Lark before they were together, a secret love confession through the language of flowers.
But not all memories dwell within the plants. The cloth-of-gold that were Isas's first gifts have dried and wilted; the bramble-making magic that nearly killed her has vanished; the blue-pox that did kill her leaves only a slow tongue that she's come to talk around.
After Rosethorn arrives back from Gyongxe, she takes time, and has help, to explore through the memories. She walks through the garden that Lark has tended in her absence, amusing herself by scaring Comas, running a dirt-covered thumb over the back of bronzed skin and trying to talk. Lark hugs her, kisses her, and lets her stand wordless, her past running through her and seeping into the dirt.
With some memories, she turns to him: some because she cannot vocalize them to Lark, and others because, if she has to tell them to someone, she trusts the secrets with him. When Lark smiles at Crane across the breakfast table, Rosethorn pretends not to notice the gratitude for that in Lark's smile. (She was not afraid, returning, when she wondered what their relationship would become. Not afraid. Maybe... apprehensive at the most. Nervous, possibly.)
Crane sees the scars across her back and her thighs, and plants kisses where magic stabbed her body. Afterwards, when Rosethorn has caught her breath, she rolls over, and she doesn't know how he does it (though she thinks he does enjoy baiting her anger, her sharp-edged passions) but bits and pieces of the war come tumbling out. Bits of pieces of the visit, too, of the young, vibrant teenagers who helped them, because she won't forget the light for the dark.
Between them, the mind-healer pronounces Rosethorn recovering (and she wishes Briar would just take her advice already.)
"Adolescents make their mistakes," Crane drawls into her ear. "You certainly made enough of your own."
"You were worse," she points out. "All of mine, and more."
But she doesn't dwell on them. She tends her garden, and it blooms with new life.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!