Post by luinae on Apr 26, 2011 11:09:18 GMT 10
Title: Nightmares
Rating: PG
Word Count: 505
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Back from Namorn, Sandry still has nightmares
With an uneasy feeling, Briar woke in the night. The connection in his mind that linked him to one of his foster-sisters, Sandry, seemed weak and upset. He rolled out of bed, waving his hand at the plants on the windowsill that craned to meet him. “It’s the middle of the night,” he muttered at the plants. “Go back to sleep.”
Briar padded down the hall, used to moving in the dark from his day’s as a thief. The sound of dull, muffled sobs comes from Sandry’s room. A thin light shined under the door. Without knocking, Briar slipped into her room.
Sandry is curled up in a ball at the edge of her bed. The stone glowed thinly from where Sandry had tossed it.
Noticing Briar, she straightened. “Briar,” she said, using the voice that reminded Briar she was the grand-niece of the ruler of Emelan. “Why are you here in the middle of the night? What are you doing?”
Despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, Briar can see the scratches on her hands and her red-rimmed eyes. “It’s the middle of the night, Sandry.”
She toyed with the light brown braid over her shoulder. “I was just remembering Namorn - and, well you know – Berenene’s court, and the men – even Fin, and Jak-” She broke off to look at her lap, and blinked furiously.
Briar sat down on the bed next to her. Sandry screwed up her face in an effort not to break into sobs.
“You don’t have to be brave around me, your highness,” Briar said, tugging on one of her braids, just like he had when they were younger, all living in Discipline. Sandry burst into resumed tears.
“They put me in a box,” Sandry sobbed. “Like a thing.”
He reached out through their mind connection. You’re not just a thing here. Do you know how many people depend on you- Yazmin and the Duke? Pasco? Our circle? Even Lark? You’re a person to us, Sandry- a real, live, important person. Not just a thing.
“I’m just being silly,” Sandry whispers aloud.
All of a sudden, Briar felt a sudden rage at the men who put his foster-sister in a box, the men who kept her there for hours, and when she came out, Sandry was bruised and bloodied and a wreck. Briar shook his head, and hugged Sandry fiercely. “They hurt you, Sandry,” he whispers. “You have every right to be upset.”
Sandry leans into his hug. “You’re a good brother.”
“You taught me how to be one,” he tells her. “Now go back to sleep before we embarrass each other with all this love talk.”
Embarrass each other with this love talk? That voice belonged to Tris. What about us?
Come on Coppercurls, said Daja, Sandry needs her brother now. Not someone who will shoot lightening at her.
Would I ever?
Yes, said the voices of Sandry, Briar, and Daja.
Sandry straightened up, wiping away tears, and laughed. Come on everyone. Let’s go to sleep. .
QC: by Cassandra/sub]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 505
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Back from Namorn, Sandry still has nightmares
With an uneasy feeling, Briar woke in the night. The connection in his mind that linked him to one of his foster-sisters, Sandry, seemed weak and upset. He rolled out of bed, waving his hand at the plants on the windowsill that craned to meet him. “It’s the middle of the night,” he muttered at the plants. “Go back to sleep.”
Briar padded down the hall, used to moving in the dark from his day’s as a thief. The sound of dull, muffled sobs comes from Sandry’s room. A thin light shined under the door. Without knocking, Briar slipped into her room.
Sandry is curled up in a ball at the edge of her bed. The stone glowed thinly from where Sandry had tossed it.
Noticing Briar, she straightened. “Briar,” she said, using the voice that reminded Briar she was the grand-niece of the ruler of Emelan. “Why are you here in the middle of the night? What are you doing?”
Despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, Briar can see the scratches on her hands and her red-rimmed eyes. “It’s the middle of the night, Sandry.”
She toyed with the light brown braid over her shoulder. “I was just remembering Namorn - and, well you know – Berenene’s court, and the men – even Fin, and Jak-” She broke off to look at her lap, and blinked furiously.
Briar sat down on the bed next to her. Sandry screwed up her face in an effort not to break into sobs.
“You don’t have to be brave around me, your highness,” Briar said, tugging on one of her braids, just like he had when they were younger, all living in Discipline. Sandry burst into resumed tears.
“They put me in a box,” Sandry sobbed. “Like a thing.”
He reached out through their mind connection. You’re not just a thing here. Do you know how many people depend on you- Yazmin and the Duke? Pasco? Our circle? Even Lark? You’re a person to us, Sandry- a real, live, important person. Not just a thing.
“I’m just being silly,” Sandry whispers aloud.
All of a sudden, Briar felt a sudden rage at the men who put his foster-sister in a box, the men who kept her there for hours, and when she came out, Sandry was bruised and bloodied and a wreck. Briar shook his head, and hugged Sandry fiercely. “They hurt you, Sandry,” he whispers. “You have every right to be upset.”
Sandry leans into his hug. “You’re a good brother.”
“You taught me how to be one,” he tells her. “Now go back to sleep before we embarrass each other with all this love talk.”
Embarrass each other with this love talk? That voice belonged to Tris. What about us?
Come on Coppercurls, said Daja, Sandry needs her brother now. Not someone who will shoot lightening at her.
Would I ever?
Yes, said the voices of Sandry, Briar, and Daja.
Sandry straightened up, wiping away tears, and laughed. Come on everyone. Let’s go to sleep. .
QC: by Cassandra/sub]