[Wild Roses] Sun Queen era

[named_by_rhyme]

Title: pirate's son; prince
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses (Sun Queen); Ulysse, Arianhrod
Prompt: 21C "redemption"
Word Count: 2024
Notes: after Phoebe offers bait, years before Ulysse and Fintain find common ground (much to Arianhrod's '...'). Really, around the timeframe of the spark an expression of complete aplomb.

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Comments

[billradish]

wearing clothes that fit him much too well in colours he wasn't used to

What colours? And what shades is he accustomed to?

It still might as well be, only instead of a boom heading for his head it was his sibling.

Love this line.

The pencil was actually embedded point first in the wood of the door framing, he saw.

Bwah. *cough* Ahem. <3

"Voila, attack thesaurus?" she offered, and he blinked down at her.

*cackles!* <3

"Breathe, Ulysse," she commanded, mouth quirking up into a conspiratorial smile. "My baby brother threw a fireball at me more than one morning. You're not even in the running yet."

Ulysse, this is a hint! Learn quickly, before any more kids show up. *solemn*

He found her lazing in one of the smaller studies off the library, not by calling her name but by tracing the echoes of her presence--another new trick, and one that he hadn't been taught

I'm will Illian on the curiosity, here.

"Mm?" she replied around the rim of a mug of tea. Unless he missed his guess she'd borrowed the cup from her mother, and the possessive way she was cradling it in her palms implied she wasn't planning to return it.

He didn't blame her. Her majesty had really nice mugs, and many of them.

And this is part of WHY.

Thought about trying to guilt-trip her by telling her the half-truth that he didn't really have anyone else to ask--he certainly wasn't going to ask her mother--then mentally shrugged. Just said "Please?", as neutrally as he could.

She mock-scowled up at him. "If you tip me into the water I reserve the right to light your Winter-kissed boat on fire."

They're adorable. And yes, Ulysse, she really is very, very fond of you.

[illian]

I'm will Illian on the curiosity, here.

'Fiat Illian!'?

[taennyn]

I think he's used to older stuff that wasn't made to his measure, given his background. So newly made rather bright colours with lots of embroidery is dot inducing.

It took me a while to find the right sailing metaphor, but oh, it worked nicely once I did. :)

Ulysse, this is a hint! Learn quickly, before any more kids show up. *solemn*

*SNERK* Actually, they got lucky. The next kids to show up were Donel and Ruadhan; I suspect it wasn't until Ulysse started having kids of his own (or interacting with various noble and/or royal offspring) that he started running into the fireball Problem. Or, in certain cases, the localised hurricane difficulty. >.>

I'm with Illian on the curiosity, here.

:) In a sense it's noticing a different use for a wheel, but in another sense, Ulysse's ability to follow people by the trail of their magic is actually one of the arcs in the wars. Other people can do it--but he's really good at it.

And yes, Ulysse, she really is very, very fond of you.

She really is. :) It's neat to see it developing.