Post by Kris11 on Dec 3, 2011 10:51:51 GMT 10
To: Elsceetaria
Message: This got a little out of hand and turned into some pre-canon Lark, pre-canon Rosethorn /and/ some post-canon everyone, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
From: KrisEleven
Title: A Little Bit of Discipline
Rating: G
Words: 914
Wishlist Item: pre-canon Lark
Summary: Lark and Rosethorn after Starns, before each other and in the one cottage that ties them together.
Rosethorn returned to Winding Circle, again.
Lark was waiting by the door, again.
They came together and the world was right and Rosethorn whispered that she was sorry she ever left, and Lark laughed a little, because she knew that you lost what you loved, sometimes, and she was one of the lucky ones because she kept getting it back.
It just took some time, is all.
--
Lark and Niko stood outside what was to be her new home.
“It has a... lived-in feel,” Lark suggested.
“It is absolutely dilapidated; don’t be ridiculous.” Lark grinned up at Niko, who examined the old cottage with the disgusted glare he usually reserved for those who didn’t wash their hands before a meal, or who sneezed in his general direction. “They can’t possibly mean this to be your home. It is... dirty,” he said, the worst curse in Niko’s vocabulary.
Lark turned her smile on the one-room cottage. It looked kind of sad, standing there alone in the midst of a ravaged plot of land and something about the way it withstood even Niklaren Goldeye’s disdain made her like it.
“Poor little cottage,” she said, stepping forward. “Don’t harp on it, Niko. All it needs is discipline.”
Niko rolled his eyes and followed after her as she stepped around the broken wood fence and entered the yard to what was to be her home.
---
Their family returned to the cottage that night for a meal. Evvy and Glaki and Comas were already there, setting the table and helping prepare the cottage or meal as had scores of slightly wayward children before them. Then the four trickled in, Briar gripping his student in a tight hug and smiling with less of the war-savaged hurt in his eyes, Sandry brought a present for Comas, only relinquishing it when he had managed a halting conversation with the beautiful girl he longed to talk to, Daja and Tris together from the house on Cheeseman Street, Daja pretending not to be heartbroken and Tris pretending that Glaki’s enthusiastic greeting didn’t heal her long-broken one, a little bit.
Niko and Crane and Frostpine and Skyfire joined them for the reunion and it was too full for the one room that was the foundation and beginning of their home, but it was full of warmth and love and laughter and so that was okay.
And in the middle of it, Lark and Rosethorn sat together, their shoulders touching and their hands grasped beneath the table.
And that was okay, too.
---
Crane walked Rosethorn to her new home in silence.
They both knew that it would change, now that they were back from Lightsbridge and their work with the human essences. There was a strain between them that had used to make it all exciting, but now just made it hard and they were both too stubborn to see it, but they felt the end coming all the same.
Still, they knew each other and when they came to the new fence that circled the old cottage, Rosethorn could predict exactly what he was going to say.
“Well, isn’t this going to be comfortable?” she drawled, beating him to it. He shot her an unimpressed look and she grinned at him. “It has... potential, don’t you think?”
“Oh, undoubtedly. You now have the potential to be living in the house as its roof caves in. Congratulations. It will be a joyous experience, I’m sure.”
“Well, the roof is coming off when we build the second floor, so you won’t have to worry about that long,” a cheerful voice informed them.
Rosethorn and Crane turned to see a smiling woman standing on the path behind them, food from the Hub in a basket held in her arms.
Her dark eyes found Rosethorn’s and she smiled a smile that lit up every light within her. “You must be Rosethorn,” she said. “My name is Lark.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Rosethorn replied, not quite sure what to do with someone so very... kind. Would she break the first time Rosethorn scowled in her direction? Could she possibly withstand Rosethorn’s temper?
Suddenly, the cottage on the unruly grounds was something that could be taken away, and Rosethorn realised that she wanted it.
Crane graciously took Lark’s basket and she led them through the gate and towards the cottage. “I understand that you’re a plant mage,” Lark said over her shoulder as they followed the beaten dirt path towards the door. “It doesn’t have much in way of a garden, I’m sorry to say...”
Rosethorn looked around and smiled. “Oh, it will. It just needs some discipline.”
----
Rosethorn had thought, on her way home from Starns, that it would be a tentative reunion, after their disagreement on her parting, but it was as joyous as their first.
When everyone was gone and their children were abed, Lark and Rosethorn stood together in the middle of their cottage. They had both been lost before they came here, Lark in the complete change in everything she had been and known, Rosethorn in the pain that comes with creating something too late to save so many, but in this room, and the others that were built on as their family grew and changed, they were made whole again.
All they had needed, in the beginning and the end and the every precious moment in between, was just a little bit of Discipline.
Message: This got a little out of hand and turned into some pre-canon Lark, pre-canon Rosethorn /and/ some post-canon everyone, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
From: KrisEleven
Title: A Little Bit of Discipline
Rating: G
Words: 914
Wishlist Item: pre-canon Lark
Summary: Lark and Rosethorn after Starns, before each other and in the one cottage that ties them together.
Rosethorn returned to Winding Circle, again.
Lark was waiting by the door, again.
They came together and the world was right and Rosethorn whispered that she was sorry she ever left, and Lark laughed a little, because she knew that you lost what you loved, sometimes, and she was one of the lucky ones because she kept getting it back.
It just took some time, is all.
--
Lark and Niko stood outside what was to be her new home.
“It has a... lived-in feel,” Lark suggested.
“It is absolutely dilapidated; don’t be ridiculous.” Lark grinned up at Niko, who examined the old cottage with the disgusted glare he usually reserved for those who didn’t wash their hands before a meal, or who sneezed in his general direction. “They can’t possibly mean this to be your home. It is... dirty,” he said, the worst curse in Niko’s vocabulary.
Lark turned her smile on the one-room cottage. It looked kind of sad, standing there alone in the midst of a ravaged plot of land and something about the way it withstood even Niklaren Goldeye’s disdain made her like it.
“Poor little cottage,” she said, stepping forward. “Don’t harp on it, Niko. All it needs is discipline.”
Niko rolled his eyes and followed after her as she stepped around the broken wood fence and entered the yard to what was to be her home.
---
Their family returned to the cottage that night for a meal. Evvy and Glaki and Comas were already there, setting the table and helping prepare the cottage or meal as had scores of slightly wayward children before them. Then the four trickled in, Briar gripping his student in a tight hug and smiling with less of the war-savaged hurt in his eyes, Sandry brought a present for Comas, only relinquishing it when he had managed a halting conversation with the beautiful girl he longed to talk to, Daja and Tris together from the house on Cheeseman Street, Daja pretending not to be heartbroken and Tris pretending that Glaki’s enthusiastic greeting didn’t heal her long-broken one, a little bit.
Niko and Crane and Frostpine and Skyfire joined them for the reunion and it was too full for the one room that was the foundation and beginning of their home, but it was full of warmth and love and laughter and so that was okay.
And in the middle of it, Lark and Rosethorn sat together, their shoulders touching and their hands grasped beneath the table.
And that was okay, too.
---
Crane walked Rosethorn to her new home in silence.
They both knew that it would change, now that they were back from Lightsbridge and their work with the human essences. There was a strain between them that had used to make it all exciting, but now just made it hard and they were both too stubborn to see it, but they felt the end coming all the same.
Still, they knew each other and when they came to the new fence that circled the old cottage, Rosethorn could predict exactly what he was going to say.
“Well, isn’t this going to be comfortable?” she drawled, beating him to it. He shot her an unimpressed look and she grinned at him. “It has... potential, don’t you think?”
“Oh, undoubtedly. You now have the potential to be living in the house as its roof caves in. Congratulations. It will be a joyous experience, I’m sure.”
“Well, the roof is coming off when we build the second floor, so you won’t have to worry about that long,” a cheerful voice informed them.
Rosethorn and Crane turned to see a smiling woman standing on the path behind them, food from the Hub in a basket held in her arms.
Her dark eyes found Rosethorn’s and she smiled a smile that lit up every light within her. “You must be Rosethorn,” she said. “My name is Lark.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Rosethorn replied, not quite sure what to do with someone so very... kind. Would she break the first time Rosethorn scowled in her direction? Could she possibly withstand Rosethorn’s temper?
Suddenly, the cottage on the unruly grounds was something that could be taken away, and Rosethorn realised that she wanted it.
Crane graciously took Lark’s basket and she led them through the gate and towards the cottage. “I understand that you’re a plant mage,” Lark said over her shoulder as they followed the beaten dirt path towards the door. “It doesn’t have much in way of a garden, I’m sorry to say...”
Rosethorn looked around and smiled. “Oh, it will. It just needs some discipline.”
----
Rosethorn had thought, on her way home from Starns, that it would be a tentative reunion, after their disagreement on her parting, but it was as joyous as their first.
When everyone was gone and their children were abed, Lark and Rosethorn stood together in the middle of their cottage. They had both been lost before they came here, Lark in the complete change in everything she had been and known, Rosethorn in the pain that comes with creating something too late to save so many, but in this room, and the others that were built on as their family grew and changed, they were made whole again.
All they had needed, in the beginning and the end and the every precious moment in between, was just a little bit of Discipline.