Post by Muse on May 31, 2013 22:33:45 GMT 10
Title: Crystal Sword Paradox I
Rating: PG
Word Count: 332
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: She forges her own way.
AN: Another Paradox prompt, #1; "Alanna finds the Crystal Sword"
The wind dies down as the final words of the spell leave her lips, but Alanna’s voice cracks and breaks for days.
The women of the Bloody Hawk smile, their eyes crinkling in amusement above their veils as their husbands and brothers admire the re-forged blade Alanna offers them when they ask what, in the name of the Goddess, she was doing.
When he hears, Gammal grins at her before asking whether she’ll be replacing the anvil her sword broke.
Alanna grins in return, and remarks that a blacksmith really should have more than one anvil.
Those around them guffaw and clap them both on the back, and Alanna only staggers slightly.
Never the less, an anvil appears in Gammal’s workshop in the next week.
It worked better for you, Alanna will write Jon eventually, when her temper has died down. Then again, you always were a bit scrambled in the head…
His reply comes as quickly as it can from the North, and he sounds wry.
So I heard, his words inform her. Are you still so set against joining in the Moment? It would be far easier to communicate…
It would be easier, Alanna agrees as she sets aside the rest of the letter unread. Easier, and closer, more intimate and…letters let her keep her distance.
She isn’t sure she’s ready to close that, just yet.
I’m heading east, she writes Jon the next morning, her bags already waiting by the flap of her tent. By the time you get this, I’ll be past the border of the desert…
She straps her sword—broken and whole, crystal and metal, both different and the same as ever—to her side. She isn’t ready to be close, yet.
Her heart—the same and different, broken and whole, knight and Bazhir—pulls her east until she’s ready to close the distance.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 332
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: She forges her own way.
AN: Another Paradox prompt, #1; "Alanna finds the Crystal Sword"
The wind dies down as the final words of the spell leave her lips, but Alanna’s voice cracks and breaks for days.
The women of the Bloody Hawk smile, their eyes crinkling in amusement above their veils as their husbands and brothers admire the re-forged blade Alanna offers them when they ask what, in the name of the Goddess, she was doing.
When he hears, Gammal grins at her before asking whether she’ll be replacing the anvil her sword broke.
Alanna grins in return, and remarks that a blacksmith really should have more than one anvil.
Those around them guffaw and clap them both on the back, and Alanna only staggers slightly.
Never the less, an anvil appears in Gammal’s workshop in the next week.
It worked better for you, Alanna will write Jon eventually, when her temper has died down. Then again, you always were a bit scrambled in the head…
His reply comes as quickly as it can from the North, and he sounds wry.
So I heard, his words inform her. Are you still so set against joining in the Moment? It would be far easier to communicate…
It would be easier, Alanna agrees as she sets aside the rest of the letter unread. Easier, and closer, more intimate and…letters let her keep her distance.
She isn’t sure she’s ready to close that, just yet.
I’m heading east, she writes Jon the next morning, her bags already waiting by the flap of her tent. By the time you get this, I’ll be past the border of the desert…
She straps her sword—broken and whole, crystal and metal, both different and the same as ever—to her side. She isn’t ready to be close, yet.
Her heart—the same and different, broken and whole, knight and Bazhir—pulls her east until she’s ready to close the distance.