Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2011 9:03:18 GMT 10
Title: The House that Crane Built
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 280
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: This is your home now. #6 (and last) in the series.
"He's not going to ask me again," Isas -- newly named Crane -- murmured against her neck.
He could feel Rosethorn still, as she changed from drowsy to awake. He hadn't told her about this at all.
She had probably suspected, though. His father's letter had been short and concise, but its contents must have lingered for a long time across his face as he processed the fact that he would never really belong to his family again.
Crane wasn't sure what he expected from someone who rarely spoke to humans, and never liked them, but he jolted when she pulled away. Light played across the muscles of her bare back, and made her normally steady eyes glimmer when they met his.
"If you regret it," she told him, "it's too late to leave. You've made your vows." With her words came the tacit assumption that he would never break them.
"I don't regret it," Crane said quietly, and breathed as her hand touched his chest, pressed down, and stayed there.
She hesitated, minutely, and said slowly, "I'm glad. That you stayed. Never tell anyone I said that."
Crane watched her falling asleep, these new moments stolen away from a busy day. He had known her for so long, and there was so much left to learn. He thought of their friendship, their rivalry, their exchanges on the advantages of one herb over another. He thought of Winding Circle's quiet, and its wide gardens, and the magnificent trees that told stories of long ago.
'I don't regret it,' he wouldn't have told her even if she were awake, but would have thought all the same. 'This is my home now.'
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 280
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: This is your home now. #6 (and last) in the series.
"He's not going to ask me again," Isas -- newly named Crane -- murmured against her neck.
He could feel Rosethorn still, as she changed from drowsy to awake. He hadn't told her about this at all.
She had probably suspected, though. His father's letter had been short and concise, but its contents must have lingered for a long time across his face as he processed the fact that he would never really belong to his family again.
Crane wasn't sure what he expected from someone who rarely spoke to humans, and never liked them, but he jolted when she pulled away. Light played across the muscles of her bare back, and made her normally steady eyes glimmer when they met his.
"If you regret it," she told him, "it's too late to leave. You've made your vows." With her words came the tacit assumption that he would never break them.
"I don't regret it," Crane said quietly, and breathed as her hand touched his chest, pressed down, and stayed there.
She hesitated, minutely, and said slowly, "I'm glad. That you stayed. Never tell anyone I said that."
Crane watched her falling asleep, these new moments stolen away from a busy day. He had known her for so long, and there was so much left to learn. He thought of their friendship, their rivalry, their exchanges on the advantages of one herb over another. He thought of Winding Circle's quiet, and its wide gardens, and the magnificent trees that told stories of long ago.
'I don't regret it,' he wouldn't have told her even if she were awake, but would have thought all the same. 'This is my home now.'
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!