Post by Kris11 on Mar 12, 2011 15:31:29 GMT 10
Title: A Rose by Any Other Name
Rating: G
Word: 359
Pairing:Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1B
Summary: Rosethorn loved the children, but it was Lark they looked to as a mother.
Sometimes Rosethorn was jealous of the effortless way Lark gained the love of the children. They loved Lark for the same reasons Rosethorn herself loved her – her endless compassion, the way she knew exactly what was right to say, how she never judged for anything, the way she could make the world right again just by putting a hand on your arm and smiling.
It wasn't that Rosethorn didn't understand why they loved her like they did. But Rosethorn loved those children, too.
She loved Daja for her quiet strength and the way she accepted the trials in her life with a dignity Rosethorn thought she herself had never been able to manage. She loved Tris for the way she stood up to the world with her temper flaring, daring it to do its worst, promising that she would survive it, no matter what. And she loved Briar because he was her boy and she couldn’t consider the world without him anymore.
She loved Sandry, too. Sandry who was all contradictions: steadfast loyalty and quick laughter and quiet sorrow and the same endless capacity to love that Lark held. They were alike in many ways, Lark and Sandry. So it was Lark who knew just by glancing when the normally unstoppable girl was close to tears, who Sandry clung to when Little Bear was sick last summer. It was Lark who braided her hair into neat rows before she went to visit Duke Vedris, not Rosethorn.
This was why Rosethorn had been so surprised when Sandry first called her ‘mother’.
It had been innocuous, slipped into conversation as the three of them walked from the Hub back to Winding Circle. Lark noticed the look on Rosethorn’s face and distracted Sandry with a smile and a question while Rosethorn wiped her eyes quickly on her sleeve.
She was walking behind the two thread-mages, and had time to compose herself without Sandry noticing her reaction. Soon enough, though, Sandry fell back from Lark’s side and slipped her hand into Rosethorn’s.
“I love you, too,” the girl said, looking up at her with a small smile.
Rosethorn squeezed her hand gently and didn’t let it go until they reached Discipline’s door.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word: 359
Pairing:Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1B
Summary: Rosethorn loved the children, but it was Lark they looked to as a mother.
Sometimes Rosethorn was jealous of the effortless way Lark gained the love of the children. They loved Lark for the same reasons Rosethorn herself loved her – her endless compassion, the way she knew exactly what was right to say, how she never judged for anything, the way she could make the world right again just by putting a hand on your arm and smiling.
It wasn't that Rosethorn didn't understand why they loved her like they did. But Rosethorn loved those children, too.
She loved Daja for her quiet strength and the way she accepted the trials in her life with a dignity Rosethorn thought she herself had never been able to manage. She loved Tris for the way she stood up to the world with her temper flaring, daring it to do its worst, promising that she would survive it, no matter what. And she loved Briar because he was her boy and she couldn’t consider the world without him anymore.
She loved Sandry, too. Sandry who was all contradictions: steadfast loyalty and quick laughter and quiet sorrow and the same endless capacity to love that Lark held. They were alike in many ways, Lark and Sandry. So it was Lark who knew just by glancing when the normally unstoppable girl was close to tears, who Sandry clung to when Little Bear was sick last summer. It was Lark who braided her hair into neat rows before she went to visit Duke Vedris, not Rosethorn.
This was why Rosethorn had been so surprised when Sandry first called her ‘mother’.
It had been innocuous, slipped into conversation as the three of them walked from the Hub back to Winding Circle. Lark noticed the look on Rosethorn’s face and distracted Sandry with a smile and a question while Rosethorn wiped her eyes quickly on her sleeve.
She was walking behind the two thread-mages, and had time to compose herself without Sandry noticing her reaction. Soon enough, though, Sandry fell back from Lark’s side and slipped her hand into Rosethorn’s.
“I love you, too,” the girl said, looking up at her with a small smile.
Rosethorn squeezed her hand gently and didn’t let it go until they reached Discipline’s door.
QC by: journeycat