Post by Kris11 on Mar 12, 2011 18:31:11 GMT 10
Title: Every Part of Me
Rating: G
Word Count: 356
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Lark is in the kitchen of Discipline when it happens.
Her life is a thread woven into every part of me and she is unravelling. Unravelling, Liz Longely.
Lark tipped the kettle, watching as the hot water poured into her cup and around the tea leaves, the water slowly turning the deep colour of Rosie’s best tea. As she finished pouring the water, she took a step back and frowned, a little. Even after three years, it was a shock to see two mugs of tea on the counter instead of six.
She allowed herself to miss her family for a moment before she walked over to the stairs, holding her mug near her face to breathe in the steam and the soothing smell of herbs.
“Comas!” she called up the stairs. “Your tea is getting col –”
She heard the teacup shatter, and stared down at the mess surrounding her feet, watching the tea spread across the floor before it fully registered that she had dropped it. There was a ringing in her ears and she pressed her hand over her heart, surprised to feel that there was nothing physical to signify the sudden pain she felt.
“Lark? Lark, do you need me to go get someone? I-I will, just –”
Lark blinked and was surprised to see Comas on the stairs in front of her, watching with more than his usual nervousness as she stared into space.
“That was strange,” Lark said, smiling. “I just felt like something horrible had happened.” Comas looked even more distressed. “Don’t fret, Comas. Everything is fine. Can you put the water on again while I mop up?”
Comas stepped gingerly over the mess and set to heating water while Lark fetched the rags she needed to mop up the tea that was now cooling on the floor.
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Halfway across the world, Rosethorn learned about the soldiers who were destroying the countryside on their way to Living Circle. She and Briar looked at each other, both knowing that they could not follow the townspeople out of the army’s path, not without trying to warn the temple first.
As they packed the essentials and prepared themselves for war, Rosethorn realized that she might never see Lark again.
The pain in her heart shocked her with its intensity.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 356
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Lark is in the kitchen of Discipline when it happens.
Her life is a thread woven into every part of me and she is unravelling. Unravelling, Liz Longely.
Lark tipped the kettle, watching as the hot water poured into her cup and around the tea leaves, the water slowly turning the deep colour of Rosie’s best tea. As she finished pouring the water, she took a step back and frowned, a little. Even after three years, it was a shock to see two mugs of tea on the counter instead of six.
She allowed herself to miss her family for a moment before she walked over to the stairs, holding her mug near her face to breathe in the steam and the soothing smell of herbs.
“Comas!” she called up the stairs. “Your tea is getting col –”
She heard the teacup shatter, and stared down at the mess surrounding her feet, watching the tea spread across the floor before it fully registered that she had dropped it. There was a ringing in her ears and she pressed her hand over her heart, surprised to feel that there was nothing physical to signify the sudden pain she felt.
“Lark? Lark, do you need me to go get someone? I-I will, just –”
Lark blinked and was surprised to see Comas on the stairs in front of her, watching with more than his usual nervousness as she stared into space.
“That was strange,” Lark said, smiling. “I just felt like something horrible had happened.” Comas looked even more distressed. “Don’t fret, Comas. Everything is fine. Can you put the water on again while I mop up?”
Comas stepped gingerly over the mess and set to heating water while Lark fetched the rags she needed to mop up the tea that was now cooling on the floor.
----
Halfway across the world, Rosethorn learned about the soldiers who were destroying the countryside on their way to Living Circle. She and Briar looked at each other, both knowing that they could not follow the townspeople out of the army’s path, not without trying to warn the temple first.
As they packed the essentials and prepared themselves for war, Rosethorn realized that she might never see Lark again.
The pain in her heart shocked her with its intensity.
QC by: journeycat