Post by Kris11 on Apr 7, 2011 17:25:21 GMT 10
Title: Conversations
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 348
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Briar talks through why the girls are not going to help him, after Gyongxe and Namorn. Warning- creepy.
“Are you going to tell them, then?”
“Tell them what?” Briar asked, his grey-green eyes flicking away from the too-knowing gaze that accosted him with an I-see-through-you grin.
“About how you walked out on the mind healer, for starters.”
“They don’t need to know.”
“Why not?” The tone of the question was more amused than concerned.
“They’d only worry, Briar said, infusing his tone with as much annoyed air as possible in order to sound convincing; but whether this was for his companion or himself, even he wasn’t sure.
“They would whine and complain and nag, yes? Act like sniffer-skirts and girls and make things more difficult?”
“No...” He tried to collect his thoughts. “Sandry would glare at me with those too-blue eyes and demand that I obey –”
“Annoying little noble-ess.”
“ – and I would be drawn into fighting with her until I didn’t care about talking it all out with you anymore.”
“Ah. Not the Bag-girl, then. And not the weather-witch. No need to bring her rages and scornful looks into it.”
“Tris would know exactly how not to look at me,” Briar said, his voice slightly wistful. “She would make me see reason.”
“Too dangerous, this reason. Dangerous like forge-smoke and smiths’ tools...”
“....because Daja wouldn’t see it as nonsense, but she would blow away all the things that are clouding me up... like you.”
“Yes, I do make it difficult to see the way.”
“And the girls could get rid of you. Any one of them.”
“But you don’t want me gone, and that is the problem, isn’t it, Briar Moss? Because someone has to suffer the weight of the guilt for all the blood and guts and suffering in that distant place, and who better than you to carry the pain inside for all of them?”
There was knocking on his bedroom door that had been going on too long, but Briar didn’t get up to answer.
He sat and stared at himself in the mirror, his expression changing as if he argued with himself, until Tris and Daja broke the door down.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 348
Pairing: Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Briar talks through why the girls are not going to help him, after Gyongxe and Namorn. Warning- creepy.
“Are you going to tell them, then?”
“Tell them what?” Briar asked, his grey-green eyes flicking away from the too-knowing gaze that accosted him with an I-see-through-you grin.
“About how you walked out on the mind healer, for starters.”
“They don’t need to know.”
“Why not?” The tone of the question was more amused than concerned.
“They’d only worry, Briar said, infusing his tone with as much annoyed air as possible in order to sound convincing; but whether this was for his companion or himself, even he wasn’t sure.
“They would whine and complain and nag, yes? Act like sniffer-skirts and girls and make things more difficult?”
“No...” He tried to collect his thoughts. “Sandry would glare at me with those too-blue eyes and demand that I obey –”
“Annoying little noble-ess.”
“ – and I would be drawn into fighting with her until I didn’t care about talking it all out with you anymore.”
“Ah. Not the Bag-girl, then. And not the weather-witch. No need to bring her rages and scornful looks into it.”
“Tris would know exactly how not to look at me,” Briar said, his voice slightly wistful. “She would make me see reason.”
“Too dangerous, this reason. Dangerous like forge-smoke and smiths’ tools...”
“....because Daja wouldn’t see it as nonsense, but she would blow away all the things that are clouding me up... like you.”
“Yes, I do make it difficult to see the way.”
“And the girls could get rid of you. Any one of them.”
“But you don’t want me gone, and that is the problem, isn’t it, Briar Moss? Because someone has to suffer the weight of the guilt for all the blood and guts and suffering in that distant place, and who better than you to carry the pain inside for all of them?”
There was knocking on his bedroom door that had been going on too long, but Briar didn’t get up to answer.
He sat and stared at himself in the mirror, his expression changing as if he argued with himself, until Tris and Daja broke the door down.
QC by PeroxidePirate