Post by luinae on Apr 26, 2011 11:27:06 GMT 10
Title: Youth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 287
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Lark remembers when they were young, when the world was safe
Rosethorn heals from Gyongxe slower than Lark would have liked to admit. They sit in the garden and watch their children (and they will always be their children, no matter what) sit in a circle, leaning on each other. Sandry is tucked in Daja’s arm; Briar’s feet are on Sandry’s leg and he has an arm around Tris, who makes no move to shrug it off like she normally would have.
Comas and Evvy and Pasco are running around the garden in some elaborate game of tag, and Rosethorn watches it all with bitter eyes and a shifty gaze, leaving Lark, as always, to wonder when she will finally heal.
We were that young once, Lark thinks to herself. Rosie and Crane and I, we were that young once, and then Sandry and Briar and Daja and Tris, they were young once as well, and now the new generation of Discipline kids, they’re young. We were all once young, young and full of hope, unaware of the horrifying world we had been born into.
“Do you think I’ll ever forget?” Briar whispers, and Sandry holds him like he’s a child, and wishes they could all be children again, when the world was to be loved not feared, when hope was easy, not a daily struggle.
“No.” That’s Daja and Tris, speaking together.
“But time will make the memories easier to deal with,” Tris says, softly, like he’s one of her wounded animals.
They haven’t been children ever, not really, not with their magic and their lives and everything that happens, but as the four of them sit and try to keep up with the game of tag, they all wish they could have been children, just once.
QC: by Cassandra/sub]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 287
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Lark remembers when they were young, when the world was safe
Rosethorn heals from Gyongxe slower than Lark would have liked to admit. They sit in the garden and watch their children (and they will always be their children, no matter what) sit in a circle, leaning on each other. Sandry is tucked in Daja’s arm; Briar’s feet are on Sandry’s leg and he has an arm around Tris, who makes no move to shrug it off like she normally would have.
Comas and Evvy and Pasco are running around the garden in some elaborate game of tag, and Rosethorn watches it all with bitter eyes and a shifty gaze, leaving Lark, as always, to wonder when she will finally heal.
We were that young once, Lark thinks to herself. Rosie and Crane and I, we were that young once, and then Sandry and Briar and Daja and Tris, they were young once as well, and now the new generation of Discipline kids, they’re young. We were all once young, young and full of hope, unaware of the horrifying world we had been born into.
“Do you think I’ll ever forget?” Briar whispers, and Sandry holds him like he’s a child, and wishes they could all be children again, when the world was to be loved not feared, when hope was easy, not a daily struggle.
“No.” That’s Daja and Tris, speaking together.
“But time will make the memories easier to deal with,” Tris says, softly, like he’s one of her wounded animals.
They haven’t been children ever, not really, not with their magic and their lives and everything that happens, but as the four of them sit and try to keep up with the game of tag, they all wish they could have been children, just once.
QC: by Cassandra/sub]