Post by Seek on Mar 10, 2011 5:17:53 GMT 10
Title: Running
Rating: PG
Word count: 339 words
Pairing: Buri/Thayet - Team Girl Power
Round: 1/B
Summary: Running: A bit of a glimpse at Buri and Thayet through the eyes of Onua Chamtong. Part of A Refugee From Belief.
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Sometimes, when Onua isn’t thanking the Horse Lords for leading her across the borders and into Tortall, she thinks about the land that has taken her in. Tortall has become her home now, but part of her will always miss Sarain.
She’s grateful, to the friends she’s made, and to Thayet and Buri for taking her in, giving her a job, self-respect, and a place to belong. In a way, the Riders have become her clan now, and Onua is quite glad for that. She isn’t the only one here either, who’s running away from something. She doesn’t ask about the haunted look in Numair’s eyes, when someone mentions Carthak. She doesn’t ask about the deep whip scars that cross Sarge’s back, and no one asks about the finger that is a little more crooked than it should be (it never healed properly).
So she doesn’t ask too many questions when she finds Buri staying up late at night to work through the duty rosters. Everyone, Onua learns, is running away from something, and even the fierce, brave K’miri are no exception. “Go away, Thayet,” Buri growls, without looking up. “I need to sort the groups out.”
Onua crosses the room, and plucks the quill out of Buri’s hand. Buri doesn’t like desk work, and glances up at Onua, unresisting. “You need sleep,” Onua tells her, sternly.
This is Buri: strong, and independent, and a lot more dependent than she lets on. But everyone, Onua has learned, is running away from something, and Buri’s lent her enough of a strong shoulder when she’s needed one. So when Buri’s shoulders lose their tenseness and drop, all of a sudden, Onua is already there, fingers kneading the muscle and then moving on the base of Buri’s neck.
Buri makes a muffled protest, but says nothing else; Onua is firm, and this is the least she can do for her friend. Everyone is running away from something, even Onua, and she wouldn’t know where to stop, even if she wanted to try.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word count: 339 words
Pairing: Buri/Thayet - Team Girl Power
Round: 1/B
Summary: Running: A bit of a glimpse at Buri and Thayet through the eyes of Onua Chamtong. Part of A Refugee From Belief.
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Sometimes, when Onua isn’t thanking the Horse Lords for leading her across the borders and into Tortall, she thinks about the land that has taken her in. Tortall has become her home now, but part of her will always miss Sarain.
She’s grateful, to the friends she’s made, and to Thayet and Buri for taking her in, giving her a job, self-respect, and a place to belong. In a way, the Riders have become her clan now, and Onua is quite glad for that. She isn’t the only one here either, who’s running away from something. She doesn’t ask about the haunted look in Numair’s eyes, when someone mentions Carthak. She doesn’t ask about the deep whip scars that cross Sarge’s back, and no one asks about the finger that is a little more crooked than it should be (it never healed properly).
So she doesn’t ask too many questions when she finds Buri staying up late at night to work through the duty rosters. Everyone, Onua learns, is running away from something, and even the fierce, brave K’miri are no exception. “Go away, Thayet,” Buri growls, without looking up. “I need to sort the groups out.”
Onua crosses the room, and plucks the quill out of Buri’s hand. Buri doesn’t like desk work, and glances up at Onua, unresisting. “You need sleep,” Onua tells her, sternly.
This is Buri: strong, and independent, and a lot more dependent than she lets on. But everyone, Onua has learned, is running away from something, and Buri’s lent her enough of a strong shoulder when she’s needed one. So when Buri’s shoulders lose their tenseness and drop, all of a sudden, Onua is already there, fingers kneading the muscle and then moving on the base of Buri’s neck.
Buri makes a muffled protest, but says nothing else; Onua is firm, and this is the least she can do for her friend. Everyone is running away from something, even Onua, and she wouldn’t know where to stop, even if she wanted to try.
QC by: journeycat