Post by Kypriotha on Dec 18, 2013 18:32:13 GMT 10
Title: A garden of one's own
Rating: G
For: Kris
Prompt: 5. A story with Briar and Daja together, either a nice moment or a fight or hijinks, I don't care what they're doing. I just love these two and don't think they get enough fic.
Summary: Briar is working on his garden to make it his own in Daja's new house at 6 Cheeseman Street
Notes and Warnings: Merry ficmas Kris!
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Briar energetically attacked the hard, stubborn ground with a hoe. He wanted to get as much of the garden laid out as soon as possible. The hard work provided him with a sorely needed distraction, but he was more looking forward to the soothing calm having his own garden would give him.
He paused in his work and wiped the sweat off his brow. The day wasn’t that warm, but he was working hard enough to easily work up a sweat.
His hand froze mid-action and he shifted his attention to the gate that separated his garden from the rest of the backyard at 6 Cheeseman Street. Daja stood there, face calm and impassive as she watched him work. Briar internally cursed the closed mental link that had allowed her to sneak up on him as he was distracted by his work.
Well, maybe cursed was a strong word. He didn’t really mind her being there and definitely didn’t want to re-open link – not with his thoughts in the mess they were. The girls didn’t need to see that. But still – he didn’t like that anyone could sneak up on him, even if it was just Daja, the calmest and most patient of his foster-sisters.
Briar realised his hand was still hanging limply by his head. He gave Daja a small wave and brought it back down to his side. Daja gave him a smile in return, but remained by the gate. Brair had thought she might come in to talk to him – they hadn’t had much chance for talk since he’d been home – but realised that the closed link precluded the kind of easy relations they’d had before they all went travelling. Daja wouldn't enter his garden without his direct invitation.
He wandered over to the gate so they were in speaking range and lent on his hoe, nodding his head in greeting – and invitation. Daja relaxed her pose and lent on the fence.
“Looking good.”
Briar remembered, with a mixed bag of emotions – gladness, sadness, relief, wariness – the easy relationship he and Daja had always shared. They had never needed many words to communicate. Without the mental link, however, he didn’t know how to express this, so he only shrugged in response.
“Getting there. Still a bit of work to be done. You had to choose a house with rock-hard ground.”
Daja smiled at him; a grin strongly reminiscent of the old days, though not quite with the same easiness of before. But when she spoke, she sounded like to old Daja.
“I chose a garden to match your head, thief boy.”
Briar was startled into a laugh – something that hadn’t happened in a while. He returned Daja’s grin, but kept a carefully nonchalant pose.
“Well, I guess it will do for my first garden of my own.”
He didn’t say it aloud, but he thought she picked up on his unspoken thought anyway.
It’s good to be home.
Rating: G
For: Kris
Prompt: 5. A story with Briar and Daja together, either a nice moment or a fight or hijinks, I don't care what they're doing. I just love these two and don't think they get enough fic.
Summary: Briar is working on his garden to make it his own in Daja's new house at 6 Cheeseman Street
Notes and Warnings: Merry ficmas Kris!
***
Briar energetically attacked the hard, stubborn ground with a hoe. He wanted to get as much of the garden laid out as soon as possible. The hard work provided him with a sorely needed distraction, but he was more looking forward to the soothing calm having his own garden would give him.
He paused in his work and wiped the sweat off his brow. The day wasn’t that warm, but he was working hard enough to easily work up a sweat.
His hand froze mid-action and he shifted his attention to the gate that separated his garden from the rest of the backyard at 6 Cheeseman Street. Daja stood there, face calm and impassive as she watched him work. Briar internally cursed the closed mental link that had allowed her to sneak up on him as he was distracted by his work.
Well, maybe cursed was a strong word. He didn’t really mind her being there and definitely didn’t want to re-open link – not with his thoughts in the mess they were. The girls didn’t need to see that. But still – he didn’t like that anyone could sneak up on him, even if it was just Daja, the calmest and most patient of his foster-sisters.
Briar realised his hand was still hanging limply by his head. He gave Daja a small wave and brought it back down to his side. Daja gave him a smile in return, but remained by the gate. Brair had thought she might come in to talk to him – they hadn’t had much chance for talk since he’d been home – but realised that the closed link precluded the kind of easy relations they’d had before they all went travelling. Daja wouldn't enter his garden without his direct invitation.
He wandered over to the gate so they were in speaking range and lent on his hoe, nodding his head in greeting – and invitation. Daja relaxed her pose and lent on the fence.
“Looking good.”
Briar remembered, with a mixed bag of emotions – gladness, sadness, relief, wariness – the easy relationship he and Daja had always shared. They had never needed many words to communicate. Without the mental link, however, he didn’t know how to express this, so he only shrugged in response.
“Getting there. Still a bit of work to be done. You had to choose a house with rock-hard ground.”
Daja smiled at him; a grin strongly reminiscent of the old days, though not quite with the same easiness of before. But when she spoke, she sounded like to old Daja.
“I chose a garden to match your head, thief boy.”
Briar was startled into a laugh – something that hadn’t happened in a while. He returned Daja’s grin, but kept a carefully nonchalant pose.
“Well, I guess it will do for my first garden of my own.”
He didn’t say it aloud, but he thought she picked up on his unspoken thought anyway.
It’s good to be home.