Fic: "Weapons," G. DH Spoilers.
Title: Weapons
Author: acidpop25
Rating: G ish
Summary: Founderfic, DH spoilers. Just a short little drabbley thing, written at the behest of sandra_lanimil, who seems to be slowly but surely making me into her fic bitch. Hm.
There is a serpent about Rowena's neck.
She does not seem at all concerned about this state of affairs. It is a constrictor, an enormous black monstrosity wound once around her neck and draped heavily over her shoulders like some sort of malevolent, living scarf. Its tail is coiled about her left arm for purchase, while the head rests in the crook of her elbow.
Rowena is scrying, her hands propped up on the edge of the table at the base of a shallow glass bowl, filled with some liquid Helena cannot identify. It is a milky blue in colour, and seems to shift and roil of its own accord beneath the stagnant surface, shimmering faintly in the low light. The snake does not appear to disturb her concentration, and it keeps well clear of her scrying-bowl. Salazar's orders, most likely; he is sitting nearby, watching Rowena with a certain dire intensity that seems reserved exclusively for her. Rowena, for her part, pays him no mind, intent as she is on her task. Neither looks up when Helena enters room.
She really does hate them, sometimes. Still, long years in the castle and some faint sense of unease make Helena hold her tongue, and she remains silent rather than break the deathly quiet of the tower. It is not long until Rowena finally shifts and raises her head, though it seems it.
"War is brewing," Rowena says to Salazar. "Destroy your weapon."
If he knows what she is speaking of, he does not say, but for a moment Helena thinks she sees a flash of unease in his pale eyes. Just for a moment.
"What sort of war?"
Rowena turns and looks at her distantly. "All war is the same." A slow blink. "Was there something you needed, Helena?"
Helena's gaze flicks between the two of them; even so near, they are remote, and that snake wrapped 'round Rowena's neck like a collar....
"No," Helena says. "No, there wasn't."
Author: acidpop25
Rating: G ish
Summary: Founderfic, DH spoilers. Just a short little drabbley thing, written at the behest of sandra_lanimil, who seems to be slowly but surely making me into her fic bitch. Hm.
There is a serpent about Rowena's neck.
She does not seem at all concerned about this state of affairs. It is a constrictor, an enormous black monstrosity wound once around her neck and draped heavily over her shoulders like some sort of malevolent, living scarf. Its tail is coiled about her left arm for purchase, while the head rests in the crook of her elbow.
Rowena is scrying, her hands propped up on the edge of the table at the base of a shallow glass bowl, filled with some liquid Helena cannot identify. It is a milky blue in colour, and seems to shift and roil of its own accord beneath the stagnant surface, shimmering faintly in the low light. The snake does not appear to disturb her concentration, and it keeps well clear of her scrying-bowl. Salazar's orders, most likely; he is sitting nearby, watching Rowena with a certain dire intensity that seems reserved exclusively for her. Rowena, for her part, pays him no mind, intent as she is on her task. Neither looks up when Helena enters room.
She really does hate them, sometimes. Still, long years in the castle and some faint sense of unease make Helena hold her tongue, and she remains silent rather than break the deathly quiet of the tower. It is not long until Rowena finally shifts and raises her head, though it seems it.
"War is brewing," Rowena says to Salazar. "Destroy your weapon."
If he knows what she is speaking of, he does not say, but for a moment Helena thinks she sees a flash of unease in his pale eyes. Just for a moment.
"What sort of war?"
Rowena turns and looks at her distantly. "All war is the same." A slow blink. "Was there something you needed, Helena?"
Helena's gaze flicks between the two of them; even so near, they are remote, and that snake wrapped 'round Rowena's neck like a collar....
"No," Helena says. "No, there wasn't."