Post by gear on Mar 30, 2011 7:46:39 GMT 10
Title: Fool
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 360
Pairing: Rosethorn/Crane
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: It isn’t strictly accurate to say that Rosethorn has always hated fairytales. Second of the fairytales series. (Warnings: Death of non-major characters and semi-graphic violence)
The years passed quickly while Isas and Niva went to Lightsbridge together. Side by side, they took their vows, dedicating themselves to the gods of the earth, and taking new names –Rosethorn for her, Crane for him.
They had been dedicates for only a moon when they were drafted for the team dedicated to finding human essence. Made up of the greatest healers, scholars, green mages, and academic mages in the world, they thought it an honor and jumped at the chance.
The first of their team died nine moons after they started. He had been exposed to the disease they were studying, and they found the cure mere hours after he passed. Rosethorn did not go to bed at all that night – none of them did, they were all busy making more of the cure or helping to ferry it to the quarantine camps. When she finally fell into bed around noon the next day, she read from her tattered book of fairytales, and cried herself to sleep. Crane stayed awake until the leader of their team tracked him down and all but shoved a sleeping draught down his throat.
The second died a few weeks after the first, this time by a knife shoved into her ribs. The lover of one of the victims of the disease who had died before they made a cure had killed her. They found her body in an alley in the Mire, stripped of her clothes and all else of value. That night, Rosethorn barely slept for nightmares. Crane didn’t sleep at all.
Five others on the team died before they finished, disease, famine, war, and pure bad luck each taking their share. The nightmares became nightly visitors to both Rosethorn’s and Crane’s beds.
In Rosethorn’s workshop, there is a hidden door that conceals a small cabinet where she keeps dangerous things safe from the hands of (mostly) reformed thieves and curious young mages. Buried under jars, vials, instruments, and samples is a rather battered and torn book of fairytales. Atop it is a thick layer of dust. After all, only fools and children believe in fairytales.
Rosethorn has never been a fool.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 360
Pairing: Rosethorn/Crane
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: It isn’t strictly accurate to say that Rosethorn has always hated fairytales. Second of the fairytales series. (Warnings: Death of non-major characters and semi-graphic violence)
The years passed quickly while Isas and Niva went to Lightsbridge together. Side by side, they took their vows, dedicating themselves to the gods of the earth, and taking new names –Rosethorn for her, Crane for him.
They had been dedicates for only a moon when they were drafted for the team dedicated to finding human essence. Made up of the greatest healers, scholars, green mages, and academic mages in the world, they thought it an honor and jumped at the chance.
The first of their team died nine moons after they started. He had been exposed to the disease they were studying, and they found the cure mere hours after he passed. Rosethorn did not go to bed at all that night – none of them did, they were all busy making more of the cure or helping to ferry it to the quarantine camps. When she finally fell into bed around noon the next day, she read from her tattered book of fairytales, and cried herself to sleep. Crane stayed awake until the leader of their team tracked him down and all but shoved a sleeping draught down his throat.
The second died a few weeks after the first, this time by a knife shoved into her ribs. The lover of one of the victims of the disease who had died before they made a cure had killed her. They found her body in an alley in the Mire, stripped of her clothes and all else of value. That night, Rosethorn barely slept for nightmares. Crane didn’t sleep at all.
Five others on the team died before they finished, disease, famine, war, and pure bad luck each taking their share. The nightmares became nightly visitors to both Rosethorn’s and Crane’s beds.
In Rosethorn’s workshop, there is a hidden door that conceals a small cabinet where she keeps dangerous things safe from the hands of (mostly) reformed thieves and curious young mages. Buried under jars, vials, instruments, and samples is a rather battered and torn book of fairytales. Atop it is a thick layer of dust. After all, only fools and children believe in fairytales.
Rosethorn has never been a fool.
QC by: journeycat