Post by housewife on Dec 28, 2012 17:50:11 GMT 10
Title: Offering
Rating: PG
Summary: It was not Berenene this time who offered them these things.
Warning: a total angst fest, I am so sorry.
Author's notes: a sudden whim, of which the action of turning it into a story was inspired byIgor Kris. Though this not quite the multipairing you imagined.
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No one thought it would be Sandry who fell first. Not Sandry who once looked down her snub little nose to protect her new friend-soon-brother. Not Sandry who wove their magic together and worked tirelessly to call it to task. Not Sandry who would not abandon her friends in the face of death nor even the trials of growing up. It couldn't have been Sandry.
He offered Briar wealth beyond that which he could ever make selling Shakkans; something to wake his old thief's heart which remembered poverty all too well. But Briar had been tempted before, and he knew that the work of his own two hands was worth more than a noble's promise.
He offered Tris learning and power that Niko never dared approach, the promise that she could hold back the tide, that she could bring forth rain without producing drought. But a wind-seer knew the cost of rare powers, and Tris knew even better that the course of nature should be left untouched.
He offered Daja no more than the promise that her friends would remain unharmed, knowing nothing else that would sway the solid woman. But she knew it was an offer stained with blood, and her Trader's heart knew that only blood could repay it.
The four of them didn't have to rely on him for safety. They had proved it before.
They spent time apart, as dictated by the needs of their lives. Daja working at her forge, Briar with his trees and his business, Tris at the university, and Sandry spending increasing amounts of time at court, only befitting her status.
Thus they didn't notice the distance which was once again weakening their circle.
It had been long in the making as he dripped poison in her ear, she ensnared by blue eyes in front, green and purple either side. A deadly sword stood behind her to prevent her escape. She would stand by his side while they wrested power from a weak ruler, shaping the kingdom to their will, even giving her siblings the stations that their power deserved. It would be right this way, and she knew they would do only good.
In the end, he didn't offer her anything as she no longer had the will to refuse. It happened quickly then: his coronation, their betrothal and marriage. Before they'd even noticed what they had lost, her siblings only knew her as Queen Sandrilene of Conté.
Rating: PG
Summary: It was not Berenene this time who offered them these things.
Warning: a total angst fest, I am so sorry.
Author's notes: a sudden whim, of which the action of turning it into a story was inspired by
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No one thought it would be Sandry who fell first. Not Sandry who once looked down her snub little nose to protect her new friend-soon-brother. Not Sandry who wove their magic together and worked tirelessly to call it to task. Not Sandry who would not abandon her friends in the face of death nor even the trials of growing up. It couldn't have been Sandry.
He offered Briar wealth beyond that which he could ever make selling Shakkans; something to wake his old thief's heart which remembered poverty all too well. But Briar had been tempted before, and he knew that the work of his own two hands was worth more than a noble's promise.
He offered Tris learning and power that Niko never dared approach, the promise that she could hold back the tide, that she could bring forth rain without producing drought. But a wind-seer knew the cost of rare powers, and Tris knew even better that the course of nature should be left untouched.
He offered Daja no more than the promise that her friends would remain unharmed, knowing nothing else that would sway the solid woman. But she knew it was an offer stained with blood, and her Trader's heart knew that only blood could repay it.
The four of them didn't have to rely on him for safety. They had proved it before.
They spent time apart, as dictated by the needs of their lives. Daja working at her forge, Briar with his trees and his business, Tris at the university, and Sandry spending increasing amounts of time at court, only befitting her status.
Thus they didn't notice the distance which was once again weakening their circle.
It had been long in the making as he dripped poison in her ear, she ensnared by blue eyes in front, green and purple either side. A deadly sword stood behind her to prevent her escape. She would stand by his side while they wrested power from a weak ruler, shaping the kingdom to their will, even giving her siblings the stations that their power deserved. It would be right this way, and she knew they would do only good.
In the end, he didn't offer her anything as she no longer had the will to refuse. It happened quickly then: his coronation, their betrothal and marriage. Before they'd even noticed what they had lost, her siblings only knew her as Queen Sandrilene of Conté.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!