Post by Rachy on Dec 9, 2011 22:22:06 GMT 10
To: Snowkab
Message: Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy
From: Rachy
Title: Face Value
Rating: PG
Word Count: 593 words
Wishlist Item: 3: *Mastiff* Rosto's reaction when Beka comes back from the Hunt.
Summary: Rosto needles upon Beka's return.
Warnings: Mastiff spoilers!
“You alright?” A voice asks from the doorway, and I look up, startled. In the scant moments since Farmer has left my rooms, Rosto has swooped in, not entirely unexpectedly. I look back down at the clothes I am sorting of Farmer’s, folding them and putting them in with mine in the trunk at the foot of my bed.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I smile, and while it is forced, it is becoming easier for it to feel real.
“You leave without saying goodbye the night after your fiancée’s funeral, and come back with another fiancée and your partner of two years and someone you idolise dead on your Hunt for the Prince.” His words are cool, and I try to work out what is behind them. Damaged pride? Shock? Heartbreak? I dismiss the last easily, and ignore the ice that filters through me at his words. That too, is becoming easier, though it still leaves me frozen when I close my eyes at night.
“You know Holborn and I were not much of anything. It is not as cold as you make it, me taking up with Farmer. We love each other. And I am still grieving. And what would make you think it was the Prince we were Hunting?” I say, trying for as much of a dismissive tone as I can manage.
“I’m the Rogue, Beka. I see things and hear things just as clearly as you and your spinners, even if you are blind to other things.” He leans against the door, and while his face is calm and almost friendly, his voice is bitter.
“Blind to what sort of things?” I say, an odd sharpness entering my voice. I hate to be reminded of my failures, and I fear Rosto is ready to pounce on them all.
“You take things as they seem, Beka. People as they seem. Farmer shares so much with you, but you don’t see it as convenient, or suspicious, or wonder where he differs from you, where the conflict lies. Sabine’s been down to the Dove more times since you’ve been back then she ever had afore, and Goodwin’s been harsher on any Rats that cross that Kennel door then she ever was. You haven’t shed a tear since you’ve been here. Even in telling us.”
“I don’t” I interrupt him with a scowl.
“You took me at face value, too Beka. It’s like our group was better off when you were Hunting then now that you’re back because now you’ve got him you don’t need nobody else. Or want any one else, even if all they want to give you is friendship. Or if they ever wanted to give you more, you never let them, and you let him waltz in and take all of you away. I think I cared about you more than you knew. Mayhap that’s why I’m jealous, but I ain’t the only one.”
“Farmer makes me happy. He truly, truly does, Rosto.” I look up and meet his eyes, willing him to see the truth.
“Then that’s all we ever wanted. I’m glad.” He says, and despite the fact he looks anything but, I think he’s sincere.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been neglecting you all. I never meant” I say, but he shakes his head, an amused smirk clear on his face.
“We just need to learn to share you better.” His mouth twitches, and he takes a couple of steps into the room, pecking me on the mouth and leaving me alone with a razor sharp smile.
Message: Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy
From: Rachy
Title: Face Value
Rating: PG
Word Count: 593 words
Wishlist Item: 3: *Mastiff* Rosto's reaction when Beka comes back from the Hunt.
Summary: Rosto needles upon Beka's return.
Warnings: Mastiff spoilers!
“You alright?” A voice asks from the doorway, and I look up, startled. In the scant moments since Farmer has left my rooms, Rosto has swooped in, not entirely unexpectedly. I look back down at the clothes I am sorting of Farmer’s, folding them and putting them in with mine in the trunk at the foot of my bed.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I smile, and while it is forced, it is becoming easier for it to feel real.
“You leave without saying goodbye the night after your fiancée’s funeral, and come back with another fiancée and your partner of two years and someone you idolise dead on your Hunt for the Prince.” His words are cool, and I try to work out what is behind them. Damaged pride? Shock? Heartbreak? I dismiss the last easily, and ignore the ice that filters through me at his words. That too, is becoming easier, though it still leaves me frozen when I close my eyes at night.
“You know Holborn and I were not much of anything. It is not as cold as you make it, me taking up with Farmer. We love each other. And I am still grieving. And what would make you think it was the Prince we were Hunting?” I say, trying for as much of a dismissive tone as I can manage.
“I’m the Rogue, Beka. I see things and hear things just as clearly as you and your spinners, even if you are blind to other things.” He leans against the door, and while his face is calm and almost friendly, his voice is bitter.
“Blind to what sort of things?” I say, an odd sharpness entering my voice. I hate to be reminded of my failures, and I fear Rosto is ready to pounce on them all.
“You take things as they seem, Beka. People as they seem. Farmer shares so much with you, but you don’t see it as convenient, or suspicious, or wonder where he differs from you, where the conflict lies. Sabine’s been down to the Dove more times since you’ve been back then she ever had afore, and Goodwin’s been harsher on any Rats that cross that Kennel door then she ever was. You haven’t shed a tear since you’ve been here. Even in telling us.”
“I don’t” I interrupt him with a scowl.
“You took me at face value, too Beka. It’s like our group was better off when you were Hunting then now that you’re back because now you’ve got him you don’t need nobody else. Or want any one else, even if all they want to give you is friendship. Or if they ever wanted to give you more, you never let them, and you let him waltz in and take all of you away. I think I cared about you more than you knew. Mayhap that’s why I’m jealous, but I ain’t the only one.”
“Farmer makes me happy. He truly, truly does, Rosto.” I look up and meet his eyes, willing him to see the truth.
“Then that’s all we ever wanted. I’m glad.” He says, and despite the fact he looks anything but, I think he’s sincere.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been neglecting you all. I never meant” I say, but he shakes his head, an amused smirk clear on his face.
“We just need to learn to share you better.” His mouth twitches, and he takes a couple of steps into the room, pecking me on the mouth and leaving me alone with a razor sharp smile.