Post by wordy on Apr 6, 2011 22:58:19 GMT 10
Title: Complete
Rating: G
Word Count: 414
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: There’s still some healing to be done.
After Namorn, Tris had thought that things would return to normal. As if anything had ever been normal for the four of them.
Briar’s night terrors are unrelenting. She lies awake in bed, biting her lip and staring at the ceiling, a carefully placed breeze directing every sound right through her window. After what seems like hours, a dull glow appears at her door and Tris slips on her spectacles to see Sandry standing there, nightlight in hand.
The two of them softly make their way downstairs. Daja is already lingering outside his room, and even in the faint glow of Sandry’s nightlight it’s easy to read the concerned expression on her face.
Briar is lying flung out on his sleeping mat, sheets twisted around his ankles from tossing and turning during the night. There’s a small frown line creasing his forehead, and for some reason that catches at Tris’s heart, perhaps because he has always been the easygoing one, quick to smile, and even the tiniest sign of worry on his face seems out of place.
It’s Sandry who moves first, tiptoeing into the room. She kneels, places her nightlight on the floor, and crawls across the mat to fit herself against Briar’s back. They make a pretty picture, the two of them. Tris watches as Sandry carefully nudges her nose into the curve of his neck, and then, somehow, her feet are moving of their own accord and she finds herself carefully kneeling on his other side, wincing silently at the ache in her hips.
His skin is warm, too warm, and his breath is hot and steady against her forehead when she curls up against his chest. It feels strange, for a moment; but then he twitches in his sleep and she moves closer, remembering the reason why they’re there, the three of them, in the middle of the night.
She had thought that Daja would slide in behind Sandry, imagined her wrapping a dark arm around her waist, but then Tris feels the young woman’s body heat behind her, Briar’s sleeping mat giving way gently beneath her weight. Daja’s fingers move over her hip to interlace with hers and Tris squeezes them gently, surprised to feel a tear slip down her face. Briar’s breathing has evened out. Over the rise and fall of his side, she can make out the white of Sandry’s nightgown where she’s pressed close against his back.
Tris closes her eyes and imagines that they’re whole.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 414
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: There’s still some healing to be done.
After Namorn, Tris had thought that things would return to normal. As if anything had ever been normal for the four of them.
Briar’s night terrors are unrelenting. She lies awake in bed, biting her lip and staring at the ceiling, a carefully placed breeze directing every sound right through her window. After what seems like hours, a dull glow appears at her door and Tris slips on her spectacles to see Sandry standing there, nightlight in hand.
The two of them softly make their way downstairs. Daja is already lingering outside his room, and even in the faint glow of Sandry’s nightlight it’s easy to read the concerned expression on her face.
Briar is lying flung out on his sleeping mat, sheets twisted around his ankles from tossing and turning during the night. There’s a small frown line creasing his forehead, and for some reason that catches at Tris’s heart, perhaps because he has always been the easygoing one, quick to smile, and even the tiniest sign of worry on his face seems out of place.
It’s Sandry who moves first, tiptoeing into the room. She kneels, places her nightlight on the floor, and crawls across the mat to fit herself against Briar’s back. They make a pretty picture, the two of them. Tris watches as Sandry carefully nudges her nose into the curve of his neck, and then, somehow, her feet are moving of their own accord and she finds herself carefully kneeling on his other side, wincing silently at the ache in her hips.
His skin is warm, too warm, and his breath is hot and steady against her forehead when she curls up against his chest. It feels strange, for a moment; but then he twitches in his sleep and she moves closer, remembering the reason why they’re there, the three of them, in the middle of the night.
She had thought that Daja would slide in behind Sandry, imagined her wrapping a dark arm around her waist, but then Tris feels the young woman’s body heat behind her, Briar’s sleeping mat giving way gently beneath her weight. Daja’s fingers move over her hip to interlace with hers and Tris squeezes them gently, surprised to feel a tear slip down her face. Briar’s breathing has evened out. Over the rise and fall of his side, she can make out the white of Sandry’s nightgown where she’s pressed close against his back.
Tris closes her eyes and imagines that they’re whole.
QC by: journeycat