Post by wordy on Dec 29, 2014 20:58:56 GMT 10
Title: Do I Wanna Know
Rating: G
For: kati
Prompt: 4. Um. Let's go with a Sandry/Briar and actually talking about feelings.
Summary: Ch-ch-ch-changes.
Notes: So…this is sort of the opposite of what you wanted? Title is the song by Arctic Monkeys, and is totally fitting yet also not. *sidles away*
She found him sitting in the gutter outside Urda’s House, robes rolled up to his elbows, a thick sandwich of brown bread in his hands. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and his face looked thinner, though that could have been a trick of the eye now that his hair had been shorn again.
A wave of her hand, and the escort her uncle had insisted upon moved away. Sandry watched them water their horses at a nearby trough, then dismounted from her own horse, wrapping the reins round and round her hand.
Briar sat back, finishing the mouthful he was chewing. He said, “If Rosethorn’s sent you to mother me—”
“Do I look like the mothering type?” she said tartly.
He grinned. “Not at all.”
After all these years, she should have been accustomed to that grin, but now it sparked a feeling in her that was quite untoward. She found herself remembering that damned kiss—and not for the first time.
“So if you’ve not been sent here to mother me,” Briar said, “why are you here?”
She felt compelled to speak, to answer—so rarely did she hesitate, in anything—but to her growing dismay the words would not come. Be flippant! she commanded herself. The way he was watching her made it difficult to think, though, and she could feel her face become hot, and her temper with it.
“I wouldn’t have thought it such a hard question,” Briar said, feigning mildness.
“You think too much,” she retorted.
And there—that grin. She could learn to hate it, despite the way it made something delightful flutter in her stomach.
He stood and shook crumbs from his robe, then jerked a thumb at the heavy building that stood over them. “Coming in?”
The question caught her off-guard and she surely surprised the both of them by saying yes. His smile, this time, was not at all like it had been before. Unwrapping the reins from her hand, she left the horse with her escort and followed Briar inside, hiding a smile of her own.
Rating: G
For: kati
Prompt: 4. Um. Let's go with a Sandry/Briar and actually talking about feelings.
Summary: Ch-ch-ch-changes.
Notes: So…this is sort of the opposite of what you wanted? Title is the song by Arctic Monkeys, and is totally fitting yet also not. *sidles away*
She found him sitting in the gutter outside Urda’s House, robes rolled up to his elbows, a thick sandwich of brown bread in his hands. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and his face looked thinner, though that could have been a trick of the eye now that his hair had been shorn again.
A wave of her hand, and the escort her uncle had insisted upon moved away. Sandry watched them water their horses at a nearby trough, then dismounted from her own horse, wrapping the reins round and round her hand.
Briar sat back, finishing the mouthful he was chewing. He said, “If Rosethorn’s sent you to mother me—”
“Do I look like the mothering type?” she said tartly.
He grinned. “Not at all.”
After all these years, she should have been accustomed to that grin, but now it sparked a feeling in her that was quite untoward. She found herself remembering that damned kiss—and not for the first time.
“So if you’ve not been sent here to mother me,” Briar said, “why are you here?”
She felt compelled to speak, to answer—so rarely did she hesitate, in anything—but to her growing dismay the words would not come. Be flippant! she commanded herself. The way he was watching her made it difficult to think, though, and she could feel her face become hot, and her temper with it.
“I wouldn’t have thought it such a hard question,” Briar said, feigning mildness.
“You think too much,” she retorted.
And there—that grin. She could learn to hate it, despite the way it made something delightful flutter in her stomach.
He stood and shook crumbs from his robe, then jerked a thumb at the heavy building that stood over them. “Coming in?”
The question caught her off-guard and she surely surprised the both of them by saying yes. His smile, this time, was not at all like it had been before. Unwrapping the reins from her hand, she left the horse with her escort and followed Briar inside, hiding a smile of her own.