Ghost of a Rose - original fiction
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story belong to me. Please give at least proper credit when you use them (though it would be appreciated if you'd let me know as well. ;) My ego would love it.)
Disclaimer picture: It is created by me, but I used pictures for it I found across the internet. I will try to hunt them down again to give you the link to the original pictures. The lyrics I used come from Blackmore's Night's song "Ghost of a Rose".
Author's note: It's a practice, really. I doubt this will be added in the real story. Plus, every time I heard the song, I get this idea for a story in my mind. I just had to write it down before I'd get crazy. XD
Summary: Laurian thinks back of those good old times when she and Moira were still together.
Word count: 826
Warnings: Some angst in the end. Some hints to a certain event in the story, which I think almost everyone knows about by now. Some hints of Laurian and Moira being closer if you squint at it. That should be it.
Beta-reader: nahuel
Comments are always welcome. Constructive critique is very much appreciated as well.
It happened in the extensive garden of the Order one summer afternoon. The two girls, Moira Kinsley and Laurian Trellan, had finished their chores for the day and now lay down in the grass to enjoy the summer sun.
“And?” Moira asked her friend. “Do I have a tan already?”
Laurian glanced aside, thoroughly amused at her friend’s question. Moira hardly ever got a tan, no matter what she did. She didn’t mind; she liked Moira the way she was and that meant a red-haired Seer with light green eyes and a fair skin.
“Oh, I don’t kow,” she replied. “You’re still not quite as tanned as I am.” Her amused smile turned into a mischevious grin. “I think you’re developing freckles, though.”
Moira shot up with a startled exclaim. Her hands immediately went to her face to cover the possible freckles from the rest of the world. It took her a full minute to realize that her friend was doubled over with silent laughter and that it all had been nothing more than a joke. She let herself fall back on the grass and pouted.
“Laurian,” she complained. “That was not nice.”
“I’m sorry, Moira,” the taller girl chuckled, “but I couldn’t resist it. Can you forgive me?” Laurian did her best to look as if she was truly sorry, but she failed miserably.
“I’ll think about it.” Moira stuck her tongue out before she turned her back to her protector. Laurian grinned a bit, thinking she wasn’t serious about it. The grin faded, however, when the redhead refused to turn back. After several minutes, the grin was replaced by a look of concern.
“Moira? Moira?” Laurian touched her shoulder cautiously, ready to pull her hand back if her friend was really angry with her.
A soft chuckle rose up from the Seer’s throat and the next momet, she was laughing out loud. Laurian blinked at the sudden change of behaviour. Then she grinned sheepishly.
“Got you,” Moira crowed exultantly. “We’re even now.”
“Yeah…” Laurian lay down next to her friend and stared up at the sky. Moira followed her example and soon the two friends watched how the sky slowly changed its pattern. A peaceful silence settled over the garden, which was only interrupted by the twittering of birds and chirping of crickets. Laurian felt how her eyes closed and her mind dozed off under the heat of the sun.
Moira stirred next to her. Her hand touched lightly Laurian’s and the young Slayer opened her eyes in response.
“Look,” she whispered softly. Laurian lifted her head up to look in the direction in which Moira pointed. There was a rose bush not far away from them, one filled with white roses. On one of them sat a butterfly with purple and blue hues. It was, Laurian had to admit, a pretty sight. Unfortunately, the butterfly took off soon after that, leaving the rose and the two girls behind.
“Laurian?”
“Hm? What is it, Moira?”
The redhead tilted her head a little and opened her mouth to say something, but no sound left her throat. Her eyes became strangely unfocused as well. Laurian waited patiently; it was nothing unusual. Moira was a gifted Seer and the Sight often took over for short periods.
“Promise me to think of me when you see a white rose,” the girl finally said once the vision had left.
The taller, dark-haired girl smiled, albeit a bit nervously. The sudden request seemed weird and Laurian didn’t understand it. “A red rose would suit you better, Moira,” she replied.
“Promise me.”
She was taken aback by the urgency of her friend’s voice. For a moment, all Laurian could do was to stare at her. Then, she nodded slowly. “I promise.”
“Good.” The sudden seriousness disappeared and Moira laughed. “Come, let’s see if Mrs McGinnan has fresh-baked pastries for us.”
“Alright.”
The echoes of the conversation held so many years ago faded slowly away. Laurian smiled sadly at the memory of those good old days, when she and Moira had been still together. When everything was still alright and she could look at the world without any worries.
The young leader of the Lenihan Order sighed. Many things had happened during the past eight years. Some of it had been good; most of it bad.
Her eyes fell on the grave before her. More importantly, it fell on the name chiselled into it. This was her fault and her reminder of the mistake she had once made. A mistake for which she had to pay dearly. Then her eyes fell on the white rose she held in her hands. Together with its thorns, it looked painfully beautiful. Painfully beautiful… like Moira was now in her mind. Moira had become the rose wrapped in thorns and was forever out of her reach.
Laurian bent down and gently placed the rose on the ground.
“I still remember, Moira,” she whispered. “I still remember.”
Disclaimer picture: It is created by me, but I used pictures for it I found across the internet. I will try to hunt them down again to give you the link to the original pictures. The lyrics I used come from Blackmore's Night's song "Ghost of a Rose".
Author's note: It's a practice, really. I doubt this will be added in the real story. Plus, every time I heard the song, I get this idea for a story in my mind. I just had to write it down before I'd get crazy. XD
Summary: Laurian thinks back of those good old times when she and Moira were still together.
Word count: 826
Warnings: Some angst in the end. Some hints to a certain event in the story, which I think almost everyone knows about by now. Some hints of Laurian and Moira being closer if you squint at it. That should be it.
Beta-reader: nahuel
Comments are always welcome. Constructive critique is very much appreciated as well.
It happened in the extensive garden of the Order one summer afternoon. The two girls, Moira Kinsley and Laurian Trellan, had finished their chores for the day and now lay down in the grass to enjoy the summer sun.
“And?” Moira asked her friend. “Do I have a tan already?”
Laurian glanced aside, thoroughly amused at her friend’s question. Moira hardly ever got a tan, no matter what she did. She didn’t mind; she liked Moira the way she was and that meant a red-haired Seer with light green eyes and a fair skin.
“Oh, I don’t kow,” she replied. “You’re still not quite as tanned as I am.” Her amused smile turned into a mischevious grin. “I think you’re developing freckles, though.”
Moira shot up with a startled exclaim. Her hands immediately went to her face to cover the possible freckles from the rest of the world. It took her a full minute to realize that her friend was doubled over with silent laughter and that it all had been nothing more than a joke. She let herself fall back on the grass and pouted.
“Laurian,” she complained. “That was not nice.”
“I’m sorry, Moira,” the taller girl chuckled, “but I couldn’t resist it. Can you forgive me?” Laurian did her best to look as if she was truly sorry, but she failed miserably.
“I’ll think about it.” Moira stuck her tongue out before she turned her back to her protector. Laurian grinned a bit, thinking she wasn’t serious about it. The grin faded, however, when the redhead refused to turn back. After several minutes, the grin was replaced by a look of concern.
“Moira? Moira?” Laurian touched her shoulder cautiously, ready to pull her hand back if her friend was really angry with her.
A soft chuckle rose up from the Seer’s throat and the next momet, she was laughing out loud. Laurian blinked at the sudden change of behaviour. Then she grinned sheepishly.
“Got you,” Moira crowed exultantly. “We’re even now.”
“Yeah…” Laurian lay down next to her friend and stared up at the sky. Moira followed her example and soon the two friends watched how the sky slowly changed its pattern. A peaceful silence settled over the garden, which was only interrupted by the twittering of birds and chirping of crickets. Laurian felt how her eyes closed and her mind dozed off under the heat of the sun.
Moira stirred next to her. Her hand touched lightly Laurian’s and the young Slayer opened her eyes in response.
“Look,” she whispered softly. Laurian lifted her head up to look in the direction in which Moira pointed. There was a rose bush not far away from them, one filled with white roses. On one of them sat a butterfly with purple and blue hues. It was, Laurian had to admit, a pretty sight. Unfortunately, the butterfly took off soon after that, leaving the rose and the two girls behind.
“Laurian?”
“Hm? What is it, Moira?”
The redhead tilted her head a little and opened her mouth to say something, but no sound left her throat. Her eyes became strangely unfocused as well. Laurian waited patiently; it was nothing unusual. Moira was a gifted Seer and the Sight often took over for short periods.
“Promise me to think of me when you see a white rose,” the girl finally said once the vision had left.
The taller, dark-haired girl smiled, albeit a bit nervously. The sudden request seemed weird and Laurian didn’t understand it. “A red rose would suit you better, Moira,” she replied.
“Promise me.”
She was taken aback by the urgency of her friend’s voice. For a moment, all Laurian could do was to stare at her. Then, she nodded slowly. “I promise.”
“Good.” The sudden seriousness disappeared and Moira laughed. “Come, let’s see if Mrs McGinnan has fresh-baked pastries for us.”
“Alright.”
The echoes of the conversation held so many years ago faded slowly away. Laurian smiled sadly at the memory of those good old days, when she and Moira had been still together. When everything was still alright and she could look at the world without any worries.
The young leader of the Lenihan Order sighed. Many things had happened during the past eight years. Some of it had been good; most of it bad.
Her eyes fell on the grave before her. More importantly, it fell on the name chiselled into it. This was her fault and her reminder of the mistake she had once made. A mistake for which she had to pay dearly. Then her eyes fell on the white rose she held in her hands. Together with its thorns, it looked painfully beautiful. Painfully beautiful… like Moira was now in her mind. Moira had become the rose wrapped in thorns and was forever out of her reach.
Laurian bent down and gently placed the rose on the ground.
“I still remember, Moira,” she whispered. “I still remember.”