Post by Kit on Mar 11, 2011 0:25:36 GMT 10
Title: Desire
Rating: G
Word Count: 248
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Isas has Opinions
“She’s too old for it.”
There were birds by the air temple workrooms, where two novices worked in powder and sap and glass. The taller boy was confident as he measured out three drops of hyssop, filling the air with sweetness that suited neither of their moods.
Niva was flushed. “No one asked for your opinion.”
Isas rolled his eyes. “You never do. It hasn’t stopped me. And you wouldn’t be so prickly if I wasn’t right.”
“You are showing a criminal lack of hope and imagination.” Sniffing, Niva allowed a measure of calendula to slide, slow and viscous, into her beaker.
“And you are lust blind.” Isas laughed. “I never thought I’d see it.”
Niva carefully set down the beaker before she slapped his face.
“You’re hardly dissuading me, you know.”
“I know you’re a wretched waste of air, Count.”
Isas shook his head. “You’re vile,” he said, amiably enough.
“I don’t love her for her magic, you idiot,” Niva muttered, looking away from him to stir the tincture. “I don’t love you for yours.”
“That, my dear, is a lie.”
“I love you for you, and Paras...” she shook her head. “You can see how I find it easy to keep two loves, since the two of you are so very different.”
“Niva,” said her friend, not quite drawling. “Don’t go on. You’ll do yourself an injury.”
“You’re wrong, by the way.”
“Oh?”
“Her power is magnificent. It’d just that we don’t understand it at all.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 248
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Isas has Opinions
“She’s too old for it.”
There were birds by the air temple workrooms, where two novices worked in powder and sap and glass. The taller boy was confident as he measured out three drops of hyssop, filling the air with sweetness that suited neither of their moods.
Niva was flushed. “No one asked for your opinion.”
Isas rolled his eyes. “You never do. It hasn’t stopped me. And you wouldn’t be so prickly if I wasn’t right.”
“You are showing a criminal lack of hope and imagination.” Sniffing, Niva allowed a measure of calendula to slide, slow and viscous, into her beaker.
“And you are lust blind.” Isas laughed. “I never thought I’d see it.”
Niva carefully set down the beaker before she slapped his face.
“You’re hardly dissuading me, you know.”
“I know you’re a wretched waste of air, Count.”
Isas shook his head. “You’re vile,” he said, amiably enough.
“I don’t love her for her magic, you idiot,” Niva muttered, looking away from him to stir the tincture. “I don’t love you for yours.”
“That, my dear, is a lie.”
“I love you for you, and Paras...” she shook her head. “You can see how I find it easy to keep two loves, since the two of you are so very different.”
“Niva,” said her friend, not quite drawling. “Don’t go on. You’ll do yourself an injury.”
“You’re wrong, by the way.”
“Oh?”
“Her power is magnificent. It’d just that we don’t understand it at all.”
QC by: journeycat