Post by wordy on Apr 5, 2015 18:37:19 GMT 10
Series: Shots
Title: Distance
Rating: PG
Event: 400 Word Cross Country
Competition: Triathlon
Words: 400
Summary: Avoiding the subject.
Series Note: I wanted to use a song lyric from this song for the series title but couldn’t decide upon the perfect one. So I’ve used the song title instead.
Rain pattered on the glass. The sky outside had faded to black; Briar had been hoping to get home before nightfall, but Isas Crane was not the sort of man to mix work and pleasure. The two of them busied themselves until Crane’s assistant finally left, then Briar said, “When exactly were you going to tell me?”
“It will only be for a few months.”
“Lightsbridge isn’t within walking distance of Summersea, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
Crane put down his chalk and slate, wiping dust from his hands. “I had noticed.”
“You were going to leave without saying goodbye, weren’t you.” Briar leaned his hip against the edge of the table, crossing his arms. His voice remained light, but there was steel in his eyes. “Run off into the night, and me the ruined woman.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“Yeah, well, you make me feel ridiculous.” Briar ran a hand over his face, as if that would wipe away the ache that was growing there. What he needed was a cup of tea, too-hot and steaming, something to smooth the anger from his bones. Of late, all they seemed to do was fight. If they bickered like insulted Traders when they were together, what would distance bring? Realising that he had been clenching his jaw—that will do plenty good for the headache—Briar forced himself to relax.
A step was all it took to close the space between them; Crane’s hand rose to clasp the back of his neck and Briar uncrossed his arms to bring them closer. He gave the girls a hard time when they tried to mother him, but something in him reacted to touch. He couldn’t help it. And with Crane wrapped around him so, he was all but helpless.
Their lips met softly. Normally their kisses were all teeth, as though Briar were fighting for affection and Crane didn’t know how to return it but in kind; this was different, though. It was I’ll miss you.
“It can take weeks for letters to arrive in Karang, but I suppose we must learn patience,” Crane said, when they paused to breathe. “You will write?”
“I’m literate, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Idiot man.”
Briar grinned. “I’m sure you’ve got a bit of poetry in you, old man.”
“You’re sure of far too many things,” Crane replied, though his expression said he didn’t mind at all.
Title: Distance
Rating: PG
Event: 400 Word Cross Country
Competition: Triathlon
Words: 400
Summary: Avoiding the subject.
Series Note: I wanted to use a song lyric from this song for the series title but couldn’t decide upon the perfect one. So I’ve used the song title instead.
Rain pattered on the glass. The sky outside had faded to black; Briar had been hoping to get home before nightfall, but Isas Crane was not the sort of man to mix work and pleasure. The two of them busied themselves until Crane’s assistant finally left, then Briar said, “When exactly were you going to tell me?”
“It will only be for a few months.”
“Lightsbridge isn’t within walking distance of Summersea, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
Crane put down his chalk and slate, wiping dust from his hands. “I had noticed.”
“You were going to leave without saying goodbye, weren’t you.” Briar leaned his hip against the edge of the table, crossing his arms. His voice remained light, but there was steel in his eyes. “Run off into the night, and me the ruined woman.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“Yeah, well, you make me feel ridiculous.” Briar ran a hand over his face, as if that would wipe away the ache that was growing there. What he needed was a cup of tea, too-hot and steaming, something to smooth the anger from his bones. Of late, all they seemed to do was fight. If they bickered like insulted Traders when they were together, what would distance bring? Realising that he had been clenching his jaw—that will do plenty good for the headache—Briar forced himself to relax.
A step was all it took to close the space between them; Crane’s hand rose to clasp the back of his neck and Briar uncrossed his arms to bring them closer. He gave the girls a hard time when they tried to mother him, but something in him reacted to touch. He couldn’t help it. And with Crane wrapped around him so, he was all but helpless.
Their lips met softly. Normally their kisses were all teeth, as though Briar were fighting for affection and Crane didn’t know how to return it but in kind; this was different, though. It was I’ll miss you.
“It can take weeks for letters to arrive in Karang, but I suppose we must learn patience,” Crane said, when they paused to breathe. “You will write?”
“I’m literate, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Idiot man.”
Briar grinned. “I’m sure you’ve got a bit of poetry in you, old man.”
“You’re sure of far too many things,” Crane replied, though his expression said he didn’t mind at all.