Post by merla on Mar 10, 2011 14:17:20 GMT 10
Title: Rain Rose
Rating: G
Word Count: 340
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: A rainy night in Winding Circle.
The soft, rhythmic patter woke the usually heavy-sleeper. Rosethorn sat up, listening for a minute, feeling the rush of emotions from her plants as they soaked the nourishing water into their roots. Her garden's delight for the cool rain, as well as all the living plants in her immediate range, sang to her and for a contented moment she smiled and listed. But one note in her chorus was not right in the most minuscule way; one chord was not in tune. placing her bare feet on the smooth, cool wood, Rosethorn rose and pulled her oiled cloak from it's resting place draped over a chair. Quietly, avoiding the creaky spots on the floor as best she could, she made her way outdoors, into her dark garden, searching for the unhappy plant.
Lark, already woken by the rain and sitting by her window, watching the large drops fall, turned her head at the sound of rustling fabric. She made her way across the cottage, her training as a tumbler enabling her to make not a sound. She stopped in the doorway, not crossing the threshold and stooping to pick up and fold the discarded oiled cloak. Outside, she could make out the shape of Rosethorn, bent over a rose bush with her hand entangled by vines, her lips moving in a private conversation with the plant. A smile touched Lark's lips, and she leaned against the doorframe, contentedly watching her best and most true friend get drenched.
Rosethorn noticed the darkened door, and, without looking away from her rose, beckoned the newcomer outside. Lark hesitated, but then threw the cloak onto the ground and joined her outside, with no shoes and no cover from the relentless rain.
"Root rot," Rosethorn said simply, when she reached her. Lark reached out a hand and gently caressed a leaf, startled for a moment when the vine wrapped around her. "She likes you," Rosethorn stated. Their eyes met, and with water streaming down their faces, they smiled at each other and intertwined their hands.
QC by: inthefire
Rating: G
Word Count: 340
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: A rainy night in Winding Circle.
The soft, rhythmic patter woke the usually heavy-sleeper. Rosethorn sat up, listening for a minute, feeling the rush of emotions from her plants as they soaked the nourishing water into their roots. Her garden's delight for the cool rain, as well as all the living plants in her immediate range, sang to her and for a contented moment she smiled and listed. But one note in her chorus was not right in the most minuscule way; one chord was not in tune. placing her bare feet on the smooth, cool wood, Rosethorn rose and pulled her oiled cloak from it's resting place draped over a chair. Quietly, avoiding the creaky spots on the floor as best she could, she made her way outdoors, into her dark garden, searching for the unhappy plant.
Lark, already woken by the rain and sitting by her window, watching the large drops fall, turned her head at the sound of rustling fabric. She made her way across the cottage, her training as a tumbler enabling her to make not a sound. She stopped in the doorway, not crossing the threshold and stooping to pick up and fold the discarded oiled cloak. Outside, she could make out the shape of Rosethorn, bent over a rose bush with her hand entangled by vines, her lips moving in a private conversation with the plant. A smile touched Lark's lips, and she leaned against the doorframe, contentedly watching her best and most true friend get drenched.
Rosethorn noticed the darkened door, and, without looking away from her rose, beckoned the newcomer outside. Lark hesitated, but then threw the cloak onto the ground and joined her outside, with no shoes and no cover from the relentless rain.
"Root rot," Rosethorn said simply, when she reached her. Lark reached out a hand and gently caressed a leaf, startled for a moment when the vine wrapped around her. "She likes you," Rosethorn stated. Their eyes met, and with water streaming down their faces, they smiled at each other and intertwined their hands.
QC by: inthefire