Post by Moony on Apr 10, 2011 0:34:43 GMT 10
Title: Resolutions
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 376
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Briar doesn't want Sandry's charity, but maybe she needs him.
“I don’t need your charity, Duchess.” Briar stared at her with darkened eyes, pacing the intricate carpet of her office. “I don’t to be no noble pet gardener. I don’t need, unlike some Duchess, to be draped in silk or trussed up like some kind of …of…bag!” He spit out each title as though it were an insult, often slipping back into the broken street speech of his childhood.
Sandry sat stiff behind the desk, taking what her brother said clutching her hands in her skirts until the thread began to squirm.
When he finished his tirade, she stood eyes like ice and advanced on him. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I need you?! That maybe running my Uncle’s lands in all but title is just a little bit stressful? That I need you here just to keep what little bit of sanity I have left? Maybe I can only relax at Cheeseman Street because I can actually get out of my own mind, and the numbers and the accounts can all go away! That…” She at some point in her tirade, she had broken into tears. He came up and put an arm around her.
“Hey, girly, don’t go all blubbery on me now.” Don’t you think we’re always right here? He said in her mind. Just cause you aren’t at the house doesn’t mean we aren’t here. He gave her a tug on her consciousness, pulling her with him as he returned to the little thatch house he had created. She calmed in the warm sun, scooting closer to him until he wrapped an arm around her. If I can ask, why not ask the others to work for you?
Tris would have gotten all ruffled, thinking she would be a war mage, or would be pulling in rains and starving other areas. Daja, well, she isn’t ready to settle in one place. After, well, Rizu… She trailed off; hurting for her sister’s hurt.
I’ll be a part time noble pet gardener, if that will help. And maybe, if you’re very nice, I’ll even spend the night. She laughed as he wagged his eye brows, happy to escape the Citadel and hoping that his promised nights would do just the same.
QC by: inthefire
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 376
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Briar doesn't want Sandry's charity, but maybe she needs him.
“I don’t need your charity, Duchess.” Briar stared at her with darkened eyes, pacing the intricate carpet of her office. “I don’t to be no noble pet gardener. I don’t need, unlike some Duchess, to be draped in silk or trussed up like some kind of …of…bag!” He spit out each title as though it were an insult, often slipping back into the broken street speech of his childhood.
Sandry sat stiff behind the desk, taking what her brother said clutching her hands in her skirts until the thread began to squirm.
When he finished his tirade, she stood eyes like ice and advanced on him. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I need you?! That maybe running my Uncle’s lands in all but title is just a little bit stressful? That I need you here just to keep what little bit of sanity I have left? Maybe I can only relax at Cheeseman Street because I can actually get out of my own mind, and the numbers and the accounts can all go away! That…” She at some point in her tirade, she had broken into tears. He came up and put an arm around her.
“Hey, girly, don’t go all blubbery on me now.” Don’t you think we’re always right here? He said in her mind. Just cause you aren’t at the house doesn’t mean we aren’t here. He gave her a tug on her consciousness, pulling her with him as he returned to the little thatch house he had created. She calmed in the warm sun, scooting closer to him until he wrapped an arm around her. If I can ask, why not ask the others to work for you?
Tris would have gotten all ruffled, thinking she would be a war mage, or would be pulling in rains and starving other areas. Daja, well, she isn’t ready to settle in one place. After, well, Rizu… She trailed off; hurting for her sister’s hurt.
I’ll be a part time noble pet gardener, if that will help. And maybe, if you’re very nice, I’ll even spend the night. She laughed as he wagged his eye brows, happy to escape the Citadel and hoping that his promised nights would do just the same.
QC by: inthefire