Post by luinae on Mar 8, 2011 9:49:34 GMT 10
Title: Kisses
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 315
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Lark and Rosethorn reflect on the various kisses throughout their lives.
Warning: Rape is mentioned.
Lark is fourteen when she kisses the village boy behind the local blacksmith. He smells rotten, and somehow, Lark can’t shake the feeling that she just wasn’t meant to fall in love with a man.
That kiss tasted like conformity
Rosethorn is seventeen when the bandits pressed their grizzly mouths to hers, and Rosethorn hates herself for not fighting as much as her best friend- (and look where that got her, raped, and thrown on the floor like garbage). Her brothers and father fight them off, but she can’t get rid of the feeling from that kiss.
That kiss tasted like fear.
Lark is twenty three when she works at Khapik. She’s a dancer when she takes a few kisses from drunken men on the street, just to earn a few extra coins.
Those kisses taste like alcohol.
Rosethorn is twenty six when she kisses the man she’s always been locked in competition with. And for a moment, he isn’t Crane, the man she’s worked to best all her life, he’s just Isas, and she’s kissing him.
Those kisses taste like passion, but they never last long, and the tears are more plentiful then anything else.
Lark is twenty eight when she kisses the earth temple dedicate who introduces herself as Rosie, the one with a bright light shining in her eyes and dirt under her fingernails. (And later she will learn that she is the only person who would so much as dare to call the imperious earth dedicate “Rosie”)
Rosethorn is twenty nine when she kisses the weaver that introduces herself as Lark, the one with smooth golden skin and lips that are warm and soft, lips that meet hers in a kiss. (And later she will learn that she is the only person whose touch Lark doesn’t shy away from)
Those kisses taste like love, and comfort. Those kisses taste like home.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 315
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Lark and Rosethorn reflect on the various kisses throughout their lives.
Warning: Rape is mentioned.
Lark is fourteen when she kisses the village boy behind the local blacksmith. He smells rotten, and somehow, Lark can’t shake the feeling that she just wasn’t meant to fall in love with a man.
That kiss tasted like conformity
Rosethorn is seventeen when the bandits pressed their grizzly mouths to hers, and Rosethorn hates herself for not fighting as much as her best friend- (and look where that got her, raped, and thrown on the floor like garbage). Her brothers and father fight them off, but she can’t get rid of the feeling from that kiss.
That kiss tasted like fear.
Lark is twenty three when she works at Khapik. She’s a dancer when she takes a few kisses from drunken men on the street, just to earn a few extra coins.
Those kisses taste like alcohol.
Rosethorn is twenty six when she kisses the man she’s always been locked in competition with. And for a moment, he isn’t Crane, the man she’s worked to best all her life, he’s just Isas, and she’s kissing him.
Those kisses taste like passion, but they never last long, and the tears are more plentiful then anything else.
Lark is twenty eight when she kisses the earth temple dedicate who introduces herself as Rosie, the one with a bright light shining in her eyes and dirt under her fingernails. (And later she will learn that she is the only person who would so much as dare to call the imperious earth dedicate “Rosie”)
Rosethorn is twenty nine when she kisses the weaver that introduces herself as Lark, the one with smooth golden skin and lips that are warm and soft, lips that meet hers in a kiss. (And later she will learn that she is the only person whose touch Lark doesn’t shy away from)
Those kisses taste like love, and comfort. Those kisses taste like home.
QC by: journeycat