Post by Kypriotha on Jun 28, 2015 22:23:29 GMT 10
Title: Two's company, three's a crowd
Summary: Daja joins the reading club.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Part 2 of my little tribute to the Circle of Friendship I don't really liked the ending though. I was trying to go for the comfortable sibling dynamic, but I think it came off a bit weak and flat and even a little mean to Tris
The light outside the window was beginning to fade. Briar squinted and turned his book this way and that to find a better angle, but it was pointless. He nudged Tris with his foot.
“Hey Coppercurls, let me borrow some of your lightning.” It was dancing all around her head, giving her the perfect reading light.
Tris shook her head without looking up from her book. “Uh-uh. You’d burn your hands again and then whine for a week. I can’t handle that level of drama again.”
Briar pouted. “That was one time when we were kids. Are you ever going to let that go?”
“Nup.” Tris turned a page and kept reading. Briar poked her with his foot again. Without losing her place in the book, she casually zapped him with one hand. Briar yelped and grabbed his foot.
“Children, children.” Daja closed the door behind her and came over to the bed, shaking her head. “Can’t we play nice with each other?”
Briar glared at Tris. “I *was* playing nice. She’s the one that zapped me with a lightning bolt.”
Tris turned another page. “I thought you wanted one.”
“To read with! Not to re-root the nervous system in my foot!”
Daja sighed and gently pushed Briar’s shoulder with one hand. “Come on, move over.”
Grumbling under his breath, Briar made space on the bed for Daja to climb up next to him. She produced one of their stone lights, modelled after the first one they made almost 10 years previously, between them on the bed and pulled out one of her sketch books.
“Sick of the rabble downstairs?” Briar asked as she began sketching a new design for her living metal creations.
Daja shrugged. “I just needed a breather. Those nobles can be a bit too much all in one room at the same time.”
Briar nodded sagely. “And there aren’t enough pretty girls to make up for it.”
Daja rolled her eyes and kept sketching. “You’re just sulking because none of them give you their undivided attention since they’ve gotten wise to your insincerity.”
Briar had just opened his mouth to reply, probably with some over the top and complete insincere statement about being the most sincere young man that ever did grace the fair streets of Summersea, when two little lightning bolts leapt free from their braids.
Tris glared at them both from the head of the bed. “I thought you came up here for quiet? I can promise you, it will be a lot quieter if you both stop talking and let me read!”
Daja and Briar nodded meekly and kept their eyes trained on the respective books, worried they might burst out laughing if they made eye contact with each other. They didn’t even mind speak in case it set them off. Plus, it wasn’t as much fun making snarky comments in their minds, even if they were linked, if they couldn’t get a good rise out of Tris. They loved her dearly, but she did make it so easy.
Summary: Daja joins the reading club.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Part 2 of my little tribute to the Circle of Friendship I don't really liked the ending though. I was trying to go for the comfortable sibling dynamic, but I think it came off a bit weak and flat and even a little mean to Tris
The light outside the window was beginning to fade. Briar squinted and turned his book this way and that to find a better angle, but it was pointless. He nudged Tris with his foot.
“Hey Coppercurls, let me borrow some of your lightning.” It was dancing all around her head, giving her the perfect reading light.
Tris shook her head without looking up from her book. “Uh-uh. You’d burn your hands again and then whine for a week. I can’t handle that level of drama again.”
Briar pouted. “That was one time when we were kids. Are you ever going to let that go?”
“Nup.” Tris turned a page and kept reading. Briar poked her with his foot again. Without losing her place in the book, she casually zapped him with one hand. Briar yelped and grabbed his foot.
“Children, children.” Daja closed the door behind her and came over to the bed, shaking her head. “Can’t we play nice with each other?”
Briar glared at Tris. “I *was* playing nice. She’s the one that zapped me with a lightning bolt.”
Tris turned another page. “I thought you wanted one.”
“To read with! Not to re-root the nervous system in my foot!”
Daja sighed and gently pushed Briar’s shoulder with one hand. “Come on, move over.”
Grumbling under his breath, Briar made space on the bed for Daja to climb up next to him. She produced one of their stone lights, modelled after the first one they made almost 10 years previously, between them on the bed and pulled out one of her sketch books.
“Sick of the rabble downstairs?” Briar asked as she began sketching a new design for her living metal creations.
Daja shrugged. “I just needed a breather. Those nobles can be a bit too much all in one room at the same time.”
Briar nodded sagely. “And there aren’t enough pretty girls to make up for it.”
Daja rolled her eyes and kept sketching. “You’re just sulking because none of them give you their undivided attention since they’ve gotten wise to your insincerity.”
Briar had just opened his mouth to reply, probably with some over the top and complete insincere statement about being the most sincere young man that ever did grace the fair streets of Summersea, when two little lightning bolts leapt free from their braids.
Tris glared at them both from the head of the bed. “I thought you came up here for quiet? I can promise you, it will be a lot quieter if you both stop talking and let me read!”
Daja and Briar nodded meekly and kept their eyes trained on the respective books, worried they might burst out laughing if they made eye contact with each other. They didn’t even mind speak in case it set them off. Plus, it wasn’t as much fun making snarky comments in their minds, even if they were linked, if they couldn’t get a good rise out of Tris. They loved her dearly, but she did make it so easy.