Post by Kris11 on Apr 1, 2011 13:35:18 GMT 10
Title: Daughter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Niva gets news from home, and Crane seeks her out in the only place she would think of going.
No one’s daughter; allow me that... and I can’t let go of your hand. Cold Water, Damien Rice.
Isas only heard about the news because the first-year who had overheard Niva receiving it thought that because they argued it meant that they didn’t like each other... and although that was partly true, he found himself frowning as the young man related the information with something approaching amusement.
“Eavesdropping is the very basest form of entertainment,” he informed the other student coldly. “And spreading gossip about a woman is something only the weakest of men indulge in. If you will excuse me.”
He thought the very obvious scorn he had shown would grant Niva and her news privacy for as long as anything remained private on campus... which was to say it would be measured in days, perhaps, instead of hours... but that could be a gift in itself.
There was only one place she would go. It was a small corner that held the only speck of green life in the winding stone alleys and courtyards that made up Lightsbridge campus. She could often be found there, touching the ivy growing on the walls around her, and increasing the rumours that she was more than a little cracked. Isas, who understood ambient magic, was the only one who avoided the place to give her privacy, rather than out of fear of her sharp tongue.
When he turned the corner under the arched overpass, he was surprised to see her sitting on a cold stone bench, staring at the blank stone wall opposite her listlessly. The ivy behind her seemed to have wilted, hanging brown and drab from the thin vines binding them periously to the stability of the stone wall.
Isas sat beside her and waited.
“I hated everything about that place,” she said finally, just as his fingers, toes and legs were beginning to go numb with cold. “I even hated him, by the end of it all.” She closed her eyes and Isas was shocked to see the tears building on her dark eyelashes.
“You couldn’t have stopped it –”
“I did before. They attacked our farm once, and my magic saved us. But I couldn’t stand being tied there, being his pet mage instead of his daughter... I would give up every ounce of freedom I have fought for to bring him back to life,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
There was nothing he could say. Her hand was resting on the bench beside his, and Isas reached out and touched it tentatively with his fingertips. She flipped her hand over and grasped his tightly.
They would sit in the cold like that, together, for a long time.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Niva gets news from home, and Crane seeks her out in the only place she would think of going.
No one’s daughter; allow me that... and I can’t let go of your hand. Cold Water, Damien Rice.
Isas only heard about the news because the first-year who had overheard Niva receiving it thought that because they argued it meant that they didn’t like each other... and although that was partly true, he found himself frowning as the young man related the information with something approaching amusement.
“Eavesdropping is the very basest form of entertainment,” he informed the other student coldly. “And spreading gossip about a woman is something only the weakest of men indulge in. If you will excuse me.”
He thought the very obvious scorn he had shown would grant Niva and her news privacy for as long as anything remained private on campus... which was to say it would be measured in days, perhaps, instead of hours... but that could be a gift in itself.
There was only one place she would go. It was a small corner that held the only speck of green life in the winding stone alleys and courtyards that made up Lightsbridge campus. She could often be found there, touching the ivy growing on the walls around her, and increasing the rumours that she was more than a little cracked. Isas, who understood ambient magic, was the only one who avoided the place to give her privacy, rather than out of fear of her sharp tongue.
When he turned the corner under the arched overpass, he was surprised to see her sitting on a cold stone bench, staring at the blank stone wall opposite her listlessly. The ivy behind her seemed to have wilted, hanging brown and drab from the thin vines binding them periously to the stability of the stone wall.
Isas sat beside her and waited.
“I hated everything about that place,” she said finally, just as his fingers, toes and legs were beginning to go numb with cold. “I even hated him, by the end of it all.” She closed her eyes and Isas was shocked to see the tears building on her dark eyelashes.
“You couldn’t have stopped it –”
“I did before. They attacked our farm once, and my magic saved us. But I couldn’t stand being tied there, being his pet mage instead of his daughter... I would give up every ounce of freedom I have fought for to bring him back to life,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
There was nothing he could say. Her hand was resting on the bench beside his, and Isas reached out and touched it tentatively with his fingertips. She flipped her hand over and grasped his tightly.
They would sit in the cold like that, together, for a long time.
QC by PeroxidePirate