Post by Moony on Mar 20, 2011 4:21:29 GMT 10
Title: Symbols
Rating: G
Word Count: 336
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Clary isn't one for decoration, but there are three things she always wears.
Clary Goodwin was happy, for once, to be alone. She had been able to lounge in the hot water of the tub until it cooled, pruning her hands and soaking out more grime than she cared to think of. Standing up, wrapping a towel around her and walking to the little silver mirror she had revived from the Finers one Midwinter.
She pulled on her clothing and then put on the jewelry she had left in a wooden bowl on the table. She never wore much, but each of these made her smile.
The first, of course, was her pregnancy charm, the same as the high priestesses of the Temple wore. It had been expensive, but was made of pure, shimmering silver, spelled by the best mages money could buy. The light weight of the simple silver chain gave her some feeling of control, a sense of direction. It was her ability to control her own destiny.
The second was the simple band Tom had given her when he proposed. It was not nearly as flashy as some of the women in the Carpentry guild sported, but it fit her just fine. The twined gold and silver was worn and warm in her palm, the kind of lived-in comforts when always found in Tom's arms after a long watch.
The last made her smile. It had been a gift from Mattes years ago, and yet she felt odd without it. As she settled the leather cord around her neck she examined the charm on its end. It was carved of a dark, fragrant wood from the south. "It's the symbols for 'Protection' and 'Love' in Hurdik" he had explained, as he handed it to her. "My mother made it, you know. To keep one safe and...close". She could hear his voice now as she traced a finger over the curve of the letters that looked like a mixture between the Bazhir's writing and that of the Old Ones. It was just like Mattes to her, different, unknown and yet always precious.
[QC-ed by Isha]
Rating: G
Word Count: 336
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Clary isn't one for decoration, but there are three things she always wears.
Clary Goodwin was happy, for once, to be alone. She had been able to lounge in the hot water of the tub until it cooled, pruning her hands and soaking out more grime than she cared to think of. Standing up, wrapping a towel around her and walking to the little silver mirror she had revived from the Finers one Midwinter.
She pulled on her clothing and then put on the jewelry she had left in a wooden bowl on the table. She never wore much, but each of these made her smile.
The first, of course, was her pregnancy charm, the same as the high priestesses of the Temple wore. It had been expensive, but was made of pure, shimmering silver, spelled by the best mages money could buy. The light weight of the simple silver chain gave her some feeling of control, a sense of direction. It was her ability to control her own destiny.
The second was the simple band Tom had given her when he proposed. It was not nearly as flashy as some of the women in the Carpentry guild sported, but it fit her just fine. The twined gold and silver was worn and warm in her palm, the kind of lived-in comforts when always found in Tom's arms after a long watch.
The last made her smile. It had been a gift from Mattes years ago, and yet she felt odd without it. As she settled the leather cord around her neck she examined the charm on its end. It was carved of a dark, fragrant wood from the south. "It's the symbols for 'Protection' and 'Love' in Hurdik" he had explained, as he handed it to her. "My mother made it, you know. To keep one safe and...close". She could hear his voice now as she traced a finger over the curve of the letters that looked like a mixture between the Bazhir's writing and that of the Old Ones. It was just like Mattes to her, different, unknown and yet always precious.
[QC-ed by Isha]
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!