Post by PeroxidePirate on Apr 6, 2011 2:10:14 GMT 10
Title: Breakfast Conversation
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 418
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Tris has a conversation with a guest.
Tris bustled about the kitchen, making toast and brewing tea. No one else was awake yet — Sandry was an early riser, but she lived at the Citadel, not 6 Cheeseman Street — and the sounds and images on the wind were few. Tris liked it that way.
Then the door opened, behind her. She stretched out a tendril of magic, just enough to determine who was there. Female, unfamiliar, wearing something Sandry had made.
She sighed. She liked many things about living with Briar and Daja. Making awkward breakfast conversation with their lovers was not among them.
“Good morning.”
Tris turned around, teapot in hand. The woman was her own height, and quite young, with copper-colored skin and strikingly dark eyes. Her hair was black at the roots, otherwise bleached to the color and texture of straw. “We've met before,” Tris said, surprised.
“Yes.” The girl pulled an undyed shirt closer around herself, the long garment draping on her small frame. “I've been here the past three nights.”
“Oh?” Daja bringing someone home wasn't unusual, but it was infrequent enough that Tris noticed when it happened – but Briar never brought the same girl home twice. Tris prodded with a little more magic, trying to determine who the girl's shirt originally belonged to.
“Stop that!” the girl snapped. “It tickles, and it's quite rude.”
Tris scowled. “You weren't supposed to feel it.”
“And that makes it okay to throw magic at me without my say-so?” She crossed her arms, as imperious as Sandry at her most noble. “Anything you want to know, ask.” She glanced away, brow furrowed in irritation as she muttered, half to herself, “He said you were a little strange...”
“You're with Briar.” Tris's voice was flat, incredulous.
“Is that a problem?” She looked past Tris, to the cookfire in the hearth. “And your toast is -”
“- Just fine.” Tris raked fingers over her head, loosing a little breeze and directing it to remove the toast from the fire. “It's no problem for me,” she conceded, settling the toast in a basket on the table. She met the girl's eyes squarely. “Briar does as he pleases. Make sure you understand that.”
“Oh,” the girl replied, with a broad grin. “We both do as we please – we're in agreement about that.” She held out a hand. “I'm Ming.”
“Trisana.” Ming's hand-clasp was confident and relaxed, and Tris let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. “The others should be down soon. Would you like some tea?”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 418
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round: 1/H
Summary: Tris has a conversation with a guest.
Tris bustled about the kitchen, making toast and brewing tea. No one else was awake yet — Sandry was an early riser, but she lived at the Citadel, not 6 Cheeseman Street — and the sounds and images on the wind were few. Tris liked it that way.
Then the door opened, behind her. She stretched out a tendril of magic, just enough to determine who was there. Female, unfamiliar, wearing something Sandry had made.
She sighed. She liked many things about living with Briar and Daja. Making awkward breakfast conversation with their lovers was not among them.
“Good morning.”
Tris turned around, teapot in hand. The woman was her own height, and quite young, with copper-colored skin and strikingly dark eyes. Her hair was black at the roots, otherwise bleached to the color and texture of straw. “We've met before,” Tris said, surprised.
“Yes.” The girl pulled an undyed shirt closer around herself, the long garment draping on her small frame. “I've been here the past three nights.”
“Oh?” Daja bringing someone home wasn't unusual, but it was infrequent enough that Tris noticed when it happened – but Briar never brought the same girl home twice. Tris prodded with a little more magic, trying to determine who the girl's shirt originally belonged to.
“Stop that!” the girl snapped. “It tickles, and it's quite rude.”
Tris scowled. “You weren't supposed to feel it.”
“And that makes it okay to throw magic at me without my say-so?” She crossed her arms, as imperious as Sandry at her most noble. “Anything you want to know, ask.” She glanced away, brow furrowed in irritation as she muttered, half to herself, “He said you were a little strange...”
“You're with Briar.” Tris's voice was flat, incredulous.
“Is that a problem?” She looked past Tris, to the cookfire in the hearth. “And your toast is -”
“- Just fine.” Tris raked fingers over her head, loosing a little breeze and directing it to remove the toast from the fire. “It's no problem for me,” she conceded, settling the toast in a basket on the table. She met the girl's eyes squarely. “Briar does as he pleases. Make sure you understand that.”
“Oh,” the girl replied, with a broad grin. “We both do as we please – we're in agreement about that.” She held out a hand. “I'm Ming.”
“Trisana.” Ming's hand-clasp was confident and relaxed, and Tris let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. “The others should be down soon. Would you like some tea?”
QC by: journeycat