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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2011 18:06:56 GMT 10
Title: Love of Laughter Rating: G Word Count: 130 Card: Summer Bingo: (Sweat + Discussions + Relax + Cotton + Lemonade) Summary: Set post-WotE, but it's not apparent. Briar needs only a little persuasion to slack off.
Brushing sweat off his brow for the third or fourth time since he began weeding, Briar's bronzed hand froze at the flicker in the corner of his eye. Pale blue cotton, billowing: he could sense woven plants winding around Sandry's magic.
"Rosethorn's not here to grab your ear any longer," she teased, tempting him inside with a glass of lemonade.
"Only cause she knows I don't need her to," he reminded her, "or she'd come before you could say, 'I'm pulling!'" He stared forlornly at the cool shade. "Maybe for an hour."
Laughing, her elegant hands grabbed his, which were grubby with dirt, and they joined their siblings inside for an hour of chatter, of laughter, of draping boneless, relaxing.
Briar LOVED laughter, and he would never again forget it.
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Post by wordy on Aug 30, 2011 19:16:47 GMT 10
I love the imagery in this one! A perfect summery fic.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2011 7:21:15 GMT 10
Thank you
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Post by journeycat on Sept 1, 2011 12:26:30 GMT 10
Oh, this is so pretty! ♥ For some reason, I best love the contrast between Sandry's elegant hands and his grubby ones.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2011 12:44:45 GMT 10
*Coughs* It may or may not have been an attempt to sneak in more Briar/Sandry every chance I can.
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