Post by Kris11 on Mar 10, 2011 16:01:37 GMT 10
Title: Mothering
Rating: G
Word Count: 440
Pairing: Team Discipline
Round/Fight: 1B
Summary: Lark confronts some doubts after Sandry, Tris, Daja and Briar move into Discipline
Lark slipped out of the cottage when she was sure the children had set into their morning chores. She took a moment to close her eyes and breathe in the warm morning air. Four children in Discipline at the same time had never been an easy task, and this was going to be more difficult than most.
Sandry still wore mourning for her lost family, and even though she was quick to smile there was something a little broken in those cornflower blue eyes. Trisana had armour up against the world that Lark wasn’t sure she would ever lower. Daja’s outward calm hid something that approached self-loathing as she clung to the staff that was the symbol of her exile, and Briar, with all his street-slang and very real capacity for violence still winced every time Lark moved too quickly, as if he expected her to strike.
She looked around the garden for the person she had come seeking. It wasn’t that she thought Rosethorn couldn’t care for the children – really. She, more than almost any other person in the world, knew that Rosie loved more deeply and more true than her thorny exterior could suggest.
But she was biting and impatient and she found it difficult to control her temple with the most mild-mannered novices – let alone a child who might snap at an adult like the ones she had been continually betrayed by, or a boy who had grown up without any idea of what ‘home’ meant, or two little girls who had so recently lost everything.
They had had other young mages share their home, of course, but none who would work so closely with Rosethorn as it appeared Briar would. None who had required as much love and understanding as these children would.
So, it wasn’t that Lark didn’t want Rosethorn’s help in raising them – Mila knew she’d need it – but they were almost – almost – broken... and Lark had to think of them first, now.
Lark walked around the cottage, where trellises gave a small corner almost complete privacy.
Stopping short at the sight of the silent tears, Lark forgot everything she had been planning to say. She stepped forward to gather her lover into her arms. Rosethorn folded into her embrace, her tears becoming quiet sobs and then sniffles as they stood together, hidden from view of Discipline’s windows.
“He’s so thin,” Rosethorn repeated, her face pressed into Lark’s shoulder, in a tone almost too quiet for Lark to hear.
Lark rubbed her back soothingly and kissed her dark hair. She had almost forgotten that she wasn’t the only one who had a mother’s heart.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 440
Pairing: Team Discipline
Round/Fight: 1B
Summary: Lark confronts some doubts after Sandry, Tris, Daja and Briar move into Discipline
Lark slipped out of the cottage when she was sure the children had set into their morning chores. She took a moment to close her eyes and breathe in the warm morning air. Four children in Discipline at the same time had never been an easy task, and this was going to be more difficult than most.
Sandry still wore mourning for her lost family, and even though she was quick to smile there was something a little broken in those cornflower blue eyes. Trisana had armour up against the world that Lark wasn’t sure she would ever lower. Daja’s outward calm hid something that approached self-loathing as she clung to the staff that was the symbol of her exile, and Briar, with all his street-slang and very real capacity for violence still winced every time Lark moved too quickly, as if he expected her to strike.
She looked around the garden for the person she had come seeking. It wasn’t that she thought Rosethorn couldn’t care for the children – really. She, more than almost any other person in the world, knew that Rosie loved more deeply and more true than her thorny exterior could suggest.
But she was biting and impatient and she found it difficult to control her temple with the most mild-mannered novices – let alone a child who might snap at an adult like the ones she had been continually betrayed by, or a boy who had grown up without any idea of what ‘home’ meant, or two little girls who had so recently lost everything.
They had had other young mages share their home, of course, but none who would work so closely with Rosethorn as it appeared Briar would. None who had required as much love and understanding as these children would.
So, it wasn’t that Lark didn’t want Rosethorn’s help in raising them – Mila knew she’d need it – but they were almost – almost – broken... and Lark had to think of them first, now.
Lark walked around the cottage, where trellises gave a small corner almost complete privacy.
Stopping short at the sight of the silent tears, Lark forgot everything she had been planning to say. She stepped forward to gather her lover into her arms. Rosethorn folded into her embrace, her tears becoming quiet sobs and then sniffles as they stood together, hidden from view of Discipline’s windows.
“He’s so thin,” Rosethorn repeated, her face pressed into Lark’s shoulder, in a tone almost too quiet for Lark to hear.
Lark rubbed her back soothingly and kissed her dark hair. She had almost forgotten that she wasn’t the only one who had a mother’s heart.
QC by: greenie