Post by Kris11 on Apr 10, 2011 6:15:54 GMT 10
Title: Family
Rating: G
Word Count: 253
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Set after Briar's Book. Briar knows the meaning of 'mates'. 'Family' is a little fuzzier.
Briar didn’t know what it meant to have family. He remembered only vaguely the idea of being taken care of, before that was replaced with the ‘safety’ of corners where he could put his back and alleys with enough garbage to hide in and the protection of the Thief Lord, who was as likely as any to hurt you but at least who protected you sometimes, too.
He knew what it was like to have mates. He had his fair share of boys and girls he would die for, back when he was Roach. It was all you had, when you lived in a street gang and the world was bigger and stronger than you and just didn’t care if it hurt when it trampled over your ignored body.
He and the girls, they were like that. Sandry flipping the latch on the gate and smacking the hand of an angry novice, Daja twirling her staff as she came to his aid in a street fight, Tris throwing up her hands while cannonballs came towards their position on the wall... these were things he could identify. These were things that made them his mates, made him willing to fight for them.
So when Sandry called them a family, and introduced him as her foster-brother, Briar just scowled and kicked his foot against the ground. He didn’t know what that meant, but judging from the stubborn glint in Sandry’s eyes as she looked over at him, he was sure he would find out.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 253
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Set after Briar's Book. Briar knows the meaning of 'mates'. 'Family' is a little fuzzier.
Briar didn’t know what it meant to have family. He remembered only vaguely the idea of being taken care of, before that was replaced with the ‘safety’ of corners where he could put his back and alleys with enough garbage to hide in and the protection of the Thief Lord, who was as likely as any to hurt you but at least who protected you sometimes, too.
He knew what it was like to have mates. He had his fair share of boys and girls he would die for, back when he was Roach. It was all you had, when you lived in a street gang and the world was bigger and stronger than you and just didn’t care if it hurt when it trampled over your ignored body.
He and the girls, they were like that. Sandry flipping the latch on the gate and smacking the hand of an angry novice, Daja twirling her staff as she came to his aid in a street fight, Tris throwing up her hands while cannonballs came towards their position on the wall... these were things he could identify. These were things that made them his mates, made him willing to fight for them.
So when Sandry called them a family, and introduced him as her foster-brother, Briar just scowled and kicked his foot against the ground. He didn’t know what that meant, but judging from the stubborn glint in Sandry’s eyes as she looked over at him, he was sure he would find out.
QC by: journeycat