Post by sketchymurr on Apr 9, 2011 13:44:33 GMT 10
Title: Gravedigger
Rating: PG
Word Count: 412
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Tris realizes that life is fragile.
“I don’t think I want to be buried.” Tris’ thoughtful voice broke through the relative silence in the study. She was before the fire, reading. Sandry was absently looking over her uncle’s latest batch of records. Raising an eyebrow Sandry set her papers down, stretching.
“What brought that on?” The rain tapped at the window as cornflower blue eyes leveled on the redhead.
“When I die. I don’t think I’d like to be buried.” Dragging her hand over her hair, sparks of lightning jumping as she moved, Tris stared at the fire.
Sandry watched and shivered just a little. Though Tris was almost recovered, it had taken almost a year. And there were still cracks in all of them. The talk of death so casually made her spine tingle.
“I want to be burned. Let the wind take me away.” The way Tris said it, it was like a lover’s caress.
“I doubt you’ll be dying any time soon, merchant girl. You’re too stubborn to die.” Daja had entered unannounced, leaning against the door frame as she ate an apple.
Seeming to snap out of it, Tris glanced over her shoulder, her book forgotten in her lap for the moment. “Where’s Briar?”
“On his way,” Daja replied, flopping into a seat near Tris. Her skin glistened from her bath, braids still damp as she shook her head and stretched in the chair.
“Good,” Tris mumbled.
Briar, hurry up. Sandry’s mind voice felt strained to Daja.
Coppercurls, don’t worry the nannies before I get there. Briar’s words reached all of them.
Tris sighed and took off her glasses to clean them, watching the fire flicker. I didn’t mean to worry them. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past year, bodies are fragile. I just wanted my wishes known.
They’re known, Briar retorted as he shook the rain off his jacket. “Now let’s get back to living, hmm?” Stepping into the study, Briar surveyed three very important women and ran a hand through his hair. “We’ve got a lot of that left to do, I assure you.” With a typical grin, grey-green eyes flashing, he flopped into a chair across from Tris.
“Now, tell me about what you’re reading. It looks horridly boring.”
As Tris got up in arms over her book, Sandry watched from the desk. Sharing a small smile with Daja, she shook her head. Tris was healing, she knew. It was just taking so very long. So very, very long…
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 412
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Tris realizes that life is fragile.
“I don’t think I want to be buried.” Tris’ thoughtful voice broke through the relative silence in the study. She was before the fire, reading. Sandry was absently looking over her uncle’s latest batch of records. Raising an eyebrow Sandry set her papers down, stretching.
“What brought that on?” The rain tapped at the window as cornflower blue eyes leveled on the redhead.
“When I die. I don’t think I’d like to be buried.” Dragging her hand over her hair, sparks of lightning jumping as she moved, Tris stared at the fire.
Sandry watched and shivered just a little. Though Tris was almost recovered, it had taken almost a year. And there were still cracks in all of them. The talk of death so casually made her spine tingle.
“I want to be burned. Let the wind take me away.” The way Tris said it, it was like a lover’s caress.
“I doubt you’ll be dying any time soon, merchant girl. You’re too stubborn to die.” Daja had entered unannounced, leaning against the door frame as she ate an apple.
Seeming to snap out of it, Tris glanced over her shoulder, her book forgotten in her lap for the moment. “Where’s Briar?”
“On his way,” Daja replied, flopping into a seat near Tris. Her skin glistened from her bath, braids still damp as she shook her head and stretched in the chair.
“Good,” Tris mumbled.
Briar, hurry up. Sandry’s mind voice felt strained to Daja.
Coppercurls, don’t worry the nannies before I get there. Briar’s words reached all of them.
Tris sighed and took off her glasses to clean them, watching the fire flicker. I didn’t mean to worry them. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past year, bodies are fragile. I just wanted my wishes known.
They’re known, Briar retorted as he shook the rain off his jacket. “Now let’s get back to living, hmm?” Stepping into the study, Briar surveyed three very important women and ran a hand through his hair. “We’ve got a lot of that left to do, I assure you.” With a typical grin, grey-green eyes flashing, he flopped into a chair across from Tris.
“Now, tell me about what you’re reading. It looks horridly boring.”
As Tris got up in arms over her book, Sandry watched from the desk. Sharing a small smile with Daja, she shook her head. Tris was healing, she knew. It was just taking so very long. So very, very long…
QC by: journeycat