Non-challenge (Circle)
Ugh, I've been having problems with the Hannah fic, since I just can't wait to write the last part and middle one just won't come out right! So I wrote this and hopefully I'll be able to write halfway decently again. Grr. I still have another two fics for iulia_linnea, an original vampire story I've been trying to write for weeks now, and another original for a short story contest held locally. And on top of all of that, my university exam is on saturday. But there are good news too! I'm probably getting a car. *is happy like whoa*
Erm, yeah. The fic.
Author: nekare
Title: Circle
Raiting: G
Character: Robin, Juliano
Word Count: 313
Summary: Juliano has a test for Robin.
Set a couple of years before the show, I'd say. Written for whr_drabbles, with the promt Circles (yes, another of the prompts of the 100 fics community, whose name I don't remember and that I ripped off from mscongeniality.
The circle around Robin shines brightly, golden in some places and bleeding into orange in the places she doesn’t concentrate enough in; the runes playing in her mind in hope she’ll find the mistake, the one that keeps the circle from being a perfect protection spell, the one she ought to have mastered by now and the one that still eludes her the way her flame mocks herself when it dances freely and out of her control.
She squints with the effort of keeping it working, beads of sweat evaporating on her brow with the warmth she’s exuding. She recites the symbols again, slowly and methodic, her voice dripping with the magic that ties the runes to herself. Her concentration slips when she sees the frown on Juliano’s face, and the flawed circle dissipates, leaving the room in vague darkness once again.
Robin lowers her head with shame, her hands fisted and trying to swallow the disappointment with herself; some of the chalk she used to write the curved symbols coming free of the enchantment and staining her flowing skirts with the white she knows she doesn’t deserve.
Juliano sighs heavily in front of her and moves to the door, not looking at her. “You should try harder, Robin.” He says with his hand on the doorknob, shaking his head slightly in the reproachable way that pained Robin more than if she was punished.
“I will, father. I will.” She says to the ground, and when she hears the door being closed her eyes narrow, the circle coming to life again. She concentrates on the vague orange by her right, and moments later, the room is bathed with the light glow of the spell, pure golden and perfect on every way. She smiles softly, but she doesn’t delude herself.
She knows she’ll never be able to do it with the priest watching her.
Erm, yeah. The fic.
Author: nekare
Title: Circle
Raiting: G
Character: Robin, Juliano
Word Count: 313
Summary: Juliano has a test for Robin.
Set a couple of years before the show, I'd say. Written for whr_drabbles, with the promt Circles (yes, another of the prompts of the 100 fics community, whose name I don't remember and that I ripped off from mscongeniality.
The circle around Robin shines brightly, golden in some places and bleeding into orange in the places she doesn’t concentrate enough in; the runes playing in her mind in hope she’ll find the mistake, the one that keeps the circle from being a perfect protection spell, the one she ought to have mastered by now and the one that still eludes her the way her flame mocks herself when it dances freely and out of her control.
She squints with the effort of keeping it working, beads of sweat evaporating on her brow with the warmth she’s exuding. She recites the symbols again, slowly and methodic, her voice dripping with the magic that ties the runes to herself. Her concentration slips when she sees the frown on Juliano’s face, and the flawed circle dissipates, leaving the room in vague darkness once again.
Robin lowers her head with shame, her hands fisted and trying to swallow the disappointment with herself; some of the chalk she used to write the curved symbols coming free of the enchantment and staining her flowing skirts with the white she knows she doesn’t deserve.
Juliano sighs heavily in front of her and moves to the door, not looking at her. “You should try harder, Robin.” He says with his hand on the doorknob, shaking his head slightly in the reproachable way that pained Robin more than if she was punished.
“I will, father. I will.” She says to the ground, and when she hears the door being closed her eyes narrow, the circle coming to life again. She concentrates on the vague orange by her right, and moments later, the room is bathed with the light glow of the spell, pure golden and perfect on every way. She smiles softly, but she doesn’t delude herself.
She knows she’ll never be able to do it with the priest watching her.