Pre-meme fic
Before I get involved in the current round of memeing (is meme a verb? It should be..) here's a rather self serving Ravenfire fic. Enjoy!
(crossposted from lt_fic , as I don't think whitezombie49 reads it)
Ravenfire leaned on the table and tried to make sense of it all. Too much had happened, was happening, would happen if she could only keep her head straight, her priorities right...work out whose priorities mattered. Bottle the rage and lock it away, like Jaguar said, then she could think logically.
Her mother. That was a priority. They were home from the Moot two days already, and she hadn't yet been to the cottage, bar a brief few minutes on their way here. There was a huge part of her aching to go, to hug her again, to talk to her about her father, her childhood, their home...but she wasn't that girl anymore, much as she wanted to be. How do you explain to a seamstress that her daughter, her fourteen year old daughter, had killed hundreds of people? Or things, at least. How to explain the changes, the last few years, how her mind worked. That the daughter Anna remembered was still inside Ravenfires head, but so warped she called a monster (two monsters, really, if you considered Darinus such) father. That her fiance had a beast inside his head who wanted all but the animal in her dead. That.....that....
Shaking her head, she shut her eyes. There were good things to think about, she told herself. That she had to think about talking to her mother in the first place was one of them. To meet her like that, in the Healers Guild of all places, to hear that voice, the one from every happy dream she'd ever had...she smiled and pulled Littlepaw closer to her. She'd have family at the wedding now, not just pack.
The wedding, another good thing. Even if, she thought while looking at her bandaged arm, the...accident, had stopped her fighting, it gave her time to make plans at the GEF. There was the hen party, and making sure the stag do did not simply involve a stag and Cul, as the Klaani seemed adamant it would. Then there was the dress....although maybe her mother could make that. And vows - did they have to write vows? She liked the idea though, and Seraphim and Karen looked so happy making them. Staring into each others eyes and swearing forever...
But forever was tricky when there were so many sets of eyes. She looked over at Cul, sleeping off the rage, and sighed. Green or brown, she still loved him, but....but. Why was there always a but with the two of them? One thing was certain to her - she would spend the rest of her life with the man - once it was the man and not the bear.
Now there was a priority. Getting his head sorted, somewhat at least, before the wedding. Bear had to be gone before they...she twitched and closed her eyes, breathing deeply and fighting the rage in her head. Fire could NOT gain control now, especially after the fight her and Cul had just had. Or discussion, or whatever it was...she sighed and sipped more of her tea.
She needed to get her own head sorted too, but her own reluctance to get rid of the child and bear inside her wasn't exactly helping. She wouldn't admit, even to herself really, but she liked Fire and Raven. Or Hope, rather, as the child wanted - and deserved - to be called now. Fire dealt with the ball of rage kindling behind everything else, and Hope dealt with the silliness. It made things easier for her.
Or it did until Bear made an appearance. He was right, to say she was weak, but that was another thing she'd never admit, especially not to him. Bear....Cul said he'd always been there, but she didn't want to believe it. Wouldn't. If Morbo had Beast, then Cul obviously had something like him, and that was Bear. Had to be.
"Has to be..." she murmured drowsily, looking over at the sleeping Culrucan, currently managing to occupy their whole bed. They'd speak more to Sheyna about it at the Fayre, get more answers then. Until then....she smiled as he rolled over and knocked most of the furs onto the floor. Until then, she'd be happy just watching him sleep.
(I almost called it "Let sleeping bears lie", then decided leaving it untitled was better....)
(crossposted from lt_fic , as I don't think whitezombie49 reads it)
Ravenfire leaned on the table and tried to make sense of it all. Too much had happened, was happening, would happen if she could only keep her head straight, her priorities right...work out whose priorities mattered. Bottle the rage and lock it away, like Jaguar said, then she could think logically.
Her mother. That was a priority. They were home from the Moot two days already, and she hadn't yet been to the cottage, bar a brief few minutes on their way here. There was a huge part of her aching to go, to hug her again, to talk to her about her father, her childhood, their home...but she wasn't that girl anymore, much as she wanted to be. How do you explain to a seamstress that her daughter, her fourteen year old daughter, had killed hundreds of people? Or things, at least. How to explain the changes, the last few years, how her mind worked. That the daughter Anna remembered was still inside Ravenfires head, but so warped she called a monster (two monsters, really, if you considered Darinus such) father. That her fiance had a beast inside his head who wanted all but the animal in her dead. That.....that....
Shaking her head, she shut her eyes. There were good things to think about, she told herself. That she had to think about talking to her mother in the first place was one of them. To meet her like that, in the Healers Guild of all places, to hear that voice, the one from every happy dream she'd ever had...she smiled and pulled Littlepaw closer to her. She'd have family at the wedding now, not just pack.
The wedding, another good thing. Even if, she thought while looking at her bandaged arm, the...accident, had stopped her fighting, it gave her time to make plans at the GEF. There was the hen party, and making sure the stag do did not simply involve a stag and Cul, as the Klaani seemed adamant it would. Then there was the dress....although maybe her mother could make that. And vows - did they have to write vows? She liked the idea though, and Seraphim and Karen looked so happy making them. Staring into each others eyes and swearing forever...
But forever was tricky when there were so many sets of eyes. She looked over at Cul, sleeping off the rage, and sighed. Green or brown, she still loved him, but....but. Why was there always a but with the two of them? One thing was certain to her - she would spend the rest of her life with the man - once it was the man and not the bear.
Now there was a priority. Getting his head sorted, somewhat at least, before the wedding. Bear had to be gone before they...she twitched and closed her eyes, breathing deeply and fighting the rage in her head. Fire could NOT gain control now, especially after the fight her and Cul had just had. Or discussion, or whatever it was...she sighed and sipped more of her tea.
She needed to get her own head sorted too, but her own reluctance to get rid of the child and bear inside her wasn't exactly helping. She wouldn't admit, even to herself really, but she liked Fire and Raven. Or Hope, rather, as the child wanted - and deserved - to be called now. Fire dealt with the ball of rage kindling behind everything else, and Hope dealt with the silliness. It made things easier for her.
Or it did until Bear made an appearance. He was right, to say she was weak, but that was another thing she'd never admit, especially not to him. Bear....Cul said he'd always been there, but she didn't want to believe it. Wouldn't. If Morbo had Beast, then Cul obviously had something like him, and that was Bear. Had to be.
"Has to be..." she murmured drowsily, looking over at the sleeping Culrucan, currently managing to occupy their whole bed. They'd speak more to Sheyna about it at the Fayre, get more answers then. Until then....she smiled as he rolled over and knocked most of the furs onto the floor. Until then, she'd be happy just watching him sleep.
(I almost called it "Let sleeping bears lie", then decided leaving it untitled was better....)