Peanut Butter Week : Wood
Peanut Butter #5. Wood and Soft Serve 16/50 : Pistachio #30. Happily Ever After
with Cookie Crumbs, Gummies, and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Word Count : 1269
Malt Prompt : an old b-day prompt from Bookblather : "I believe we're a part of a heart that's just begun and I believe there are better days to come." --Better Days, Mighty Kate
Gummy Prompt : 500themes 8. Breathtaking reality
Gummy Prompt : origfic_bingo August Card - Wedding
Cookie Crumbs : Happily Ever After and assorted other pieces
Earth is not done yet :( I will still finish it though! Given the 6 element system of my world, I am equating wood with life and metal with death. Also, I seem to be on some sort of Sappy!Sethan kick...
Wedding montage theme and rampant spoilers continue.
1280's
“From this day forth,” says Mara, and her lips are twitching with the urge to giggle, as they have been through the whole ceremony. If only everyone would just stop staring at them, it would be so much easier to keep a straight face. Every time she meets Sham’s eye, it’s as if that nervous laughter just beneath the surface is contagious and he starts to fidget as well.
She has two last lines and then she doesn’t know if she’ll laugh or cry, she’s been fighting against both so hard.
“I give to you my life,” she says. “That we two may become one.”
She tries not to look at everyone around them, tries not to think about them looking at her, and just pulls him in for a kiss. The sharp whistle and loud cheer from Lyssa are a bit much to ignore.
They’re both blushing when they pull apart a moment later and no longer fighting the laughter. “I suppose I should offer you a last chance to change your mind,” says Mara, with a glance at her assorted parents. Ski is trying her best to hide that she’s blotting tears from her eyes. Lyssa is exchanging whispers and giggles of her own with Rune and shoots Mara an exaggerated wink. “You might not want my life.”
“I’m fine with yours if you’ll take mine.” He nods towards his father, who’s half asleep in his chair, which gets Kairn’s attention and earns Sethan an elbow in the ribs.
Mara laughs as Sethan does his best to pretend he’s been paying attention all along. “Deal,” she says, and kisses Sham again.
1250's
Leaning back against the roots, Rune peers up into the boughs of the giant oak and shakes his head with a sigh. “You carved our names in a tree?”
Her head lolling against his chest, Lyssa gives a soft, “Mmm-hmm.”
“What are you, twelve?”
She rolls off of him to prop herself on an elbow and fixes him with a playful grin. “Grown woman can’t be in love like she was a girl?”
Rune slides a hand up along her cheek, beneath the coppery curls that hang down over him. “I love you,” he says. “Grown woman, foolish child, and whoever else you’re harboring in there all the same.” She leans to kiss him, long and slow and hard, and when she finally pulls back, he gives the newly marked trunk of the tree another look and grins. “You know, that’s rather a permanent mark you’ve made there.”
“And?”
“And I’m just wondering how big a step it is from there to a pair of rings.”
Lyssa shakes her head, but she’s still smiling. “It’s a big one.”
1260
“Marry me,” says Ski as she sweeps into the room.
Tristan looks up from the papers neatly spread across his desk. “Good morning to you too.”
“Right,” says Ski, blushing as she tries to compose herself. “That was, perhaps, not the best of greetings.” Tristan’s smiling at her. She shakes her head. “Look, I was a fool yesterday and I do not wish to pay for it for the rest of my days. I have never in my life been so happy as I have these past months with you and that is something I wish desperately to keep. So, if you will still have me-”
She stops short at Tristan’s laughter. “What do you mean if?” he says.
“I understand my response yesterday was completely unforgivable and I-”
“Ski?”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
1260's
“So what flavor is it tonight?” says Kairn, eyeing the package Lyssa has just deposited on the table.
“Chocolate,” she calls over her shoulder, already peeling off the wrapper.
“Chocolate pie? The fact that it’s pie didn’t make it dessert enough already? It needed chocolate too?”
“Oh, get over yourself and come have a bite.” She turns to meet him with a spoonful of pie in hand.
“I guess a bite couldn’t hurt,” he says, and then she’s slipping the spoon past his lips and creamy chocolate, thick and smooth as butter is sliding over his tongue.
“Good?” she says, with a grin.
“Good.”
She cups a hand over his cheek and presses her lips to his, and as she’s about to pull back, Kairn slides a hand behind her neck and holds her fast. “Better,” he says.
“Plenty more of both to be had,” she says, ducking out of his grasp to scoop up the pie and head for the porch.
1278
Ski runs a hand over the thick arm coiled around her, as she’s done at least a hundred times already. She can’t stop touching him, feeling him, breathing him in, trying to grant herself little offers of proof. “I still cannot believe you are truly real and not some ghost or figment of my imagination.”
“I still can’t believe you’re really here in my arms. I thought for sure you’d hate me.”
“Hate you?” She presses closer, resting her ear against his heart and curling her arms about his middle. “What I have prayed for all these years has come to me and I should be angry because it was not sooner?”
“I love you,” says Tristan, squeezing her again.
“I love you too.” He’s drawing back, sliding a hand under her chin, tipping her mouth up to kiss her. Ski stops him with a hand to his chest, and he frowns at her. “There are, however… complications.”
“Complications?”
“Yes.” She dips a finger beneath the neck of her blouse, hooks it beneath the gold chain that matches the one Tristan wears, and pulls it out
“Right.” Tristan swallows hard as he stares at the ring hung from her neck and the similar one on the finger she’s holding beside it. “Complications.”
1280
“Kairn! Come here!” Sethan calls from up on deck.
Dropping the laundry he’s been folding on his bed, Kairn sighs. “You’re not sick again, are you?”
“No, I think I’m finally past that.”
“What, then? Something wrong with the boat?” He’s heading for the steps, but slowly, not sure he really wants to go up and deal with whatever it is just yet.
“Nothing is wrong with the boat. Would you get up here already?”
Kairn finds him at the rail, with his arms gently folded across it instead of the white knuckled grip he’s seen so often. “What’s all the fuss?”
“Look,” says Sethan, sweeping a hand out over the water.
The bay is calm, deep blue waters gently lapping at the hull. Sky and water meet at the horizon, the soft pinks and purples of the evening clouds reflected on the water’s surface. Gulls swoop above and boats drift below and not a thing looks even remotely out of place.
“I don’t see anything,” says Kairn.
Sethan turns to him, one brow arched. “You don’t see anything?”
“No. What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“The sunset,” says Sethan. He sounds downright cheerful about, and Kairn feels a little guilty for the degree to which he finds that unsettling.
“It’s… a sunset.” It’s not a particularly spectacular one. The sky is not aflame with crimson clouds, no rainbows, no scattered beams of brilliant light. Just the muted pinks as the sun dips out of sight as it does every night.
“I’ve never really looked at one before.”
He’s gazing at the heavens with such wonder, Kairn just has to ask, “Are you sure you’re not ill?” That earns him a sharp scowl from Sethan. “Kidding!” he says, backing up a pace.
Sethan shrugs and offers him a crooked smile. “For once, finally, I think everything really is all right.”
with Cookie Crumbs, Gummies, and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Word Count : 1269
Malt Prompt : an old b-day prompt from Bookblather : "I believe we're a part of a heart that's just begun and I believe there are better days to come." --Better Days, Mighty Kate
Gummy Prompt : 500themes 8. Breathtaking reality
Gummy Prompt : origfic_bingo August Card - Wedding
Cookie Crumbs : Happily Ever After and assorted other pieces
Earth is not done yet :( I will still finish it though! Given the 6 element system of my world, I am equating wood with life and metal with death. Also, I seem to be on some sort of Sappy!Sethan kick...
Wedding montage theme and rampant spoilers continue.
1280's
“From this day forth,” says Mara, and her lips are twitching with the urge to giggle, as they have been through the whole ceremony. If only everyone would just stop staring at them, it would be so much easier to keep a straight face. Every time she meets Sham’s eye, it’s as if that nervous laughter just beneath the surface is contagious and he starts to fidget as well.
She has two last lines and then she doesn’t know if she’ll laugh or cry, she’s been fighting against both so hard.
“I give to you my life,” she says. “That we two may become one.”
She tries not to look at everyone around them, tries not to think about them looking at her, and just pulls him in for a kiss. The sharp whistle and loud cheer from Lyssa are a bit much to ignore.
They’re both blushing when they pull apart a moment later and no longer fighting the laughter. “I suppose I should offer you a last chance to change your mind,” says Mara, with a glance at her assorted parents. Ski is trying her best to hide that she’s blotting tears from her eyes. Lyssa is exchanging whispers and giggles of her own with Rune and shoots Mara an exaggerated wink. “You might not want my life.”
“I’m fine with yours if you’ll take mine.” He nods towards his father, who’s half asleep in his chair, which gets Kairn’s attention and earns Sethan an elbow in the ribs.
Mara laughs as Sethan does his best to pretend he’s been paying attention all along. “Deal,” she says, and kisses Sham again.
1250's
Leaning back against the roots, Rune peers up into the boughs of the giant oak and shakes his head with a sigh. “You carved our names in a tree?”
Her head lolling against his chest, Lyssa gives a soft, “Mmm-hmm.”
“What are you, twelve?”
She rolls off of him to prop herself on an elbow and fixes him with a playful grin. “Grown woman can’t be in love like she was a girl?”
Rune slides a hand up along her cheek, beneath the coppery curls that hang down over him. “I love you,” he says. “Grown woman, foolish child, and whoever else you’re harboring in there all the same.” She leans to kiss him, long and slow and hard, and when she finally pulls back, he gives the newly marked trunk of the tree another look and grins. “You know, that’s rather a permanent mark you’ve made there.”
“And?”
“And I’m just wondering how big a step it is from there to a pair of rings.”
Lyssa shakes her head, but she’s still smiling. “It’s a big one.”
1260
“Marry me,” says Ski as she sweeps into the room.
Tristan looks up from the papers neatly spread across his desk. “Good morning to you too.”
“Right,” says Ski, blushing as she tries to compose herself. “That was, perhaps, not the best of greetings.” Tristan’s smiling at her. She shakes her head. “Look, I was a fool yesterday and I do not wish to pay for it for the rest of my days. I have never in my life been so happy as I have these past months with you and that is something I wish desperately to keep. So, if you will still have me-”
She stops short at Tristan’s laughter. “What do you mean if?” he says.
“I understand my response yesterday was completely unforgivable and I-”
“Ski?”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
1260's
“So what flavor is it tonight?” says Kairn, eyeing the package Lyssa has just deposited on the table.
“Chocolate,” she calls over her shoulder, already peeling off the wrapper.
“Chocolate pie? The fact that it’s pie didn’t make it dessert enough already? It needed chocolate too?”
“Oh, get over yourself and come have a bite.” She turns to meet him with a spoonful of pie in hand.
“I guess a bite couldn’t hurt,” he says, and then she’s slipping the spoon past his lips and creamy chocolate, thick and smooth as butter is sliding over his tongue.
“Good?” she says, with a grin.
“Good.”
She cups a hand over his cheek and presses her lips to his, and as she’s about to pull back, Kairn slides a hand behind her neck and holds her fast. “Better,” he says.
“Plenty more of both to be had,” she says, ducking out of his grasp to scoop up the pie and head for the porch.
1278
Ski runs a hand over the thick arm coiled around her, as she’s done at least a hundred times already. She can’t stop touching him, feeling him, breathing him in, trying to grant herself little offers of proof. “I still cannot believe you are truly real and not some ghost or figment of my imagination.”
“I still can’t believe you’re really here in my arms. I thought for sure you’d hate me.”
“Hate you?” She presses closer, resting her ear against his heart and curling her arms about his middle. “What I have prayed for all these years has come to me and I should be angry because it was not sooner?”
“I love you,” says Tristan, squeezing her again.
“I love you too.” He’s drawing back, sliding a hand under her chin, tipping her mouth up to kiss her. Ski stops him with a hand to his chest, and he frowns at her. “There are, however… complications.”
“Complications?”
“Yes.” She dips a finger beneath the neck of her blouse, hooks it beneath the gold chain that matches the one Tristan wears, and pulls it out
“Right.” Tristan swallows hard as he stares at the ring hung from her neck and the similar one on the finger she’s holding beside it. “Complications.”
1280
“Kairn! Come here!” Sethan calls from up on deck.
Dropping the laundry he’s been folding on his bed, Kairn sighs. “You’re not sick again, are you?”
“No, I think I’m finally past that.”
“What, then? Something wrong with the boat?” He’s heading for the steps, but slowly, not sure he really wants to go up and deal with whatever it is just yet.
“Nothing is wrong with the boat. Would you get up here already?”
Kairn finds him at the rail, with his arms gently folded across it instead of the white knuckled grip he’s seen so often. “What’s all the fuss?”
“Look,” says Sethan, sweeping a hand out over the water.
The bay is calm, deep blue waters gently lapping at the hull. Sky and water meet at the horizon, the soft pinks and purples of the evening clouds reflected on the water’s surface. Gulls swoop above and boats drift below and not a thing looks even remotely out of place.
“I don’t see anything,” says Kairn.
Sethan turns to him, one brow arched. “You don’t see anything?”
“No. What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“The sunset,” says Sethan. He sounds downright cheerful about, and Kairn feels a little guilty for the degree to which he finds that unsettling.
“It’s… a sunset.” It’s not a particularly spectacular one. The sky is not aflame with crimson clouds, no rainbows, no scattered beams of brilliant light. Just the muted pinks as the sun dips out of sight as it does every night.
“I’ve never really looked at one before.”
He’s gazing at the heavens with such wonder, Kairn just has to ask, “Are you sure you’re not ill?” That earns him a sharp scowl from Sethan. “Kidding!” he says, backing up a pace.
Sethan shrugs and offers him a crooked smile. “For once, finally, I think everything really is all right.”