Post by lisabounce on Apr 5, 2011 20:22:58 GMT 10
Title: Patterned (Part 4)
Rating: R
Word Count: 631
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: After so long together, some things come naturally and they're pattered after one another these days and maybe always have been.
Edited to bring it inline with the rules - all four are mentioned now
It was late winter, almost spring before Tris' hips and pelvis were as healed as they'd get and the last, lingering traces of her injuries faded to aches and crippling pain in damp weather. On another woman, they'd have predicted rain.
She sat on a bench, wrapper folded about her shoulders, in the pocket of kitchen garden Briar had fussed over and babied through a winter that was far milder within the walls of the courtyard than without. He'd (she'd) never have accepted a situation like Crane's glasshouse but a magic-borne micro-climate was another thing and she and Briar had similarly protected the apothecarists' gardens.
The wind was here reduced to a breeze, fragrant with the markets, with a hint of salt and s*** and fresh baked bread and new tar, blowing in from the east and south. Tris held out a hand, let the breeze run over her fingers, twining through and around them, like an eager kitten and her eyes widened at the sights. Daja! Look! The new year's festival in Hajra – they've got dancers on stilts and fireworks.
Daja put down her pliers and rasp, sinking into Tris' magic. The ships in the harbour were bound about with blue and red and yellow lamps, preparing to set sail on the first day past the New Year festival for luck. The earliest Trader vessels set sail then, too, though the land Traders had moved goods and trade all winter long. She drummed her fingers against the cap of her staff, tracing the spiral on the top and took a moment to whisper a prayer. Tris sent a wave of apology and sympathy back through their magic and stood, walking inside. The hand that caught Daja's was calused, with bitten nails and a smudge of ink on one finger.
“Do you miss your family?” Daja asked softly.
“No. But Glaki... I know it's for the best that she's at Discipline, and I'd have been terrible for her this past year. Lark says she cried for two weeks, even though Little Bear stayed to watch her.” Tris gripped the table with one hand, the arm of a chair with the other and lowered herself, slowly and carefully into the new seat. “Do you know that it took Niko three days to realise she still needed help dressing and toileting when they locked me up in Zakdin? And he just palmed her off onto the housekeeper, while he argued with the council that I wasn't bringing ill omens back into the city. It's all they care about there nowadays. Are you bringing ill luck and more pox?”
Daja nodded. “Traders won't go there. They killed a ship.”
Tris shook her head in disbelief. “I'll make some tea,” she said and stood, painfully. Daja followed her into the kitchen as Tris sent a coil of heat into the kettle and fetched mugs and a powdered tisane Briar had complied a few days ago, measuring two small spoonfuls into the pot, following it with boiling water. The task done, Daja wrapped her arms around Tris, who buried her face in Daja's shoulder as Daja placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“I'd have been a terrible mother to her this year and, the gods know I tried when I had her, but there was so much to see, all the time and I couldn't stop seeing it, even in closed rooms. I tried but that's hardly everything...”
Daja nodded, rubbing circles on Tris' back.
“I lost her, Daj' and I'll never get her back.”
Daja dropped another kiss to the top of Tris' head. “Maybe we can try again one day. You and me and Sandry and Briar. We'll work something out together.”
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: R
Word Count: 631
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: After so long together, some things come naturally and they're pattered after one another these days and maybe always have been.
Edited to bring it inline with the rules - all four are mentioned now
It was late winter, almost spring before Tris' hips and pelvis were as healed as they'd get and the last, lingering traces of her injuries faded to aches and crippling pain in damp weather. On another woman, they'd have predicted rain.
She sat on a bench, wrapper folded about her shoulders, in the pocket of kitchen garden Briar had fussed over and babied through a winter that was far milder within the walls of the courtyard than without. He'd (she'd) never have accepted a situation like Crane's glasshouse but a magic-borne micro-climate was another thing and she and Briar had similarly protected the apothecarists' gardens.
The wind was here reduced to a breeze, fragrant with the markets, with a hint of salt and s*** and fresh baked bread and new tar, blowing in from the east and south. Tris held out a hand, let the breeze run over her fingers, twining through and around them, like an eager kitten and her eyes widened at the sights. Daja! Look! The new year's festival in Hajra – they've got dancers on stilts and fireworks.
Daja put down her pliers and rasp, sinking into Tris' magic. The ships in the harbour were bound about with blue and red and yellow lamps, preparing to set sail on the first day past the New Year festival for luck. The earliest Trader vessels set sail then, too, though the land Traders had moved goods and trade all winter long. She drummed her fingers against the cap of her staff, tracing the spiral on the top and took a moment to whisper a prayer. Tris sent a wave of apology and sympathy back through their magic and stood, walking inside. The hand that caught Daja's was calused, with bitten nails and a smudge of ink on one finger.
“Do you miss your family?” Daja asked softly.
“No. But Glaki... I know it's for the best that she's at Discipline, and I'd have been terrible for her this past year. Lark says she cried for two weeks, even though Little Bear stayed to watch her.” Tris gripped the table with one hand, the arm of a chair with the other and lowered herself, slowly and carefully into the new seat. “Do you know that it took Niko three days to realise she still needed help dressing and toileting when they locked me up in Zakdin? And he just palmed her off onto the housekeeper, while he argued with the council that I wasn't bringing ill omens back into the city. It's all they care about there nowadays. Are you bringing ill luck and more pox?”
Daja nodded. “Traders won't go there. They killed a ship.”
Tris shook her head in disbelief. “I'll make some tea,” she said and stood, painfully. Daja followed her into the kitchen as Tris sent a coil of heat into the kettle and fetched mugs and a powdered tisane Briar had complied a few days ago, measuring two small spoonfuls into the pot, following it with boiling water. The task done, Daja wrapped her arms around Tris, who buried her face in Daja's shoulder as Daja placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“I'd have been a terrible mother to her this year and, the gods know I tried when I had her, but there was so much to see, all the time and I couldn't stop seeing it, even in closed rooms. I tried but that's hardly everything...”
Daja nodded, rubbing circles on Tris' back.
“I lost her, Daj' and I'll never get her back.”
Daja dropped another kiss to the top of Tris' head. “Maybe we can try again one day. You and me and Sandry and Briar. We'll work something out together.”
QC by PeroxidePirate