"Leitess" and "Uncontainable"
Title: Leitess
Author: Xe
Rating: G
Challenge/s: Cherry Chocolate Chip #20 (flattery), Lemon-Lime Sorbet #9 (in your dreams), Rocky Road #23 (a grave), and Margarita #24 (reject)
Toppings/Extras: Rainbow sprinkles, pocky chain
Universe: Burning Saints
Summery: A quick summery of Leiness' mother and her...courtship...with Leiness' father.
Author's note: Yay, more characters! :D Usually I only have one or two to work with. (And in case it's unclear, Geol is her guardian/bodyguard/companion. Not just a random creeper. :P)
The first thing she hears out of Prince Aryin’s mouth is meaningless flattery directed towards her dress, her hair, and how charming her sitting room is.
Leitess is not impressed.
She looks down her nose at him from three inches below his eyelevel and silently thanks her mother for her unwitting lessons in this particular art. She gives their guest, a visitor from halfway across the planet, another slow, distasteful once-over and just thinks I’m going to need them.
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At a ball three weeks later, he bounds over to ask her to dance and Leitess grudgingly thinks that he’s growing on her. At least, she likes him enough now to allow him to guide her onto the floor and lead her in one of the more traditional dances that they’ve played during the evening.
She’s impressed; she’s rarely seen a man that can dance as well as he does.
Still, as they walk back to her rooms, her Guardian close behind, he asks if he might walk her to breakfast tomorrow, and she laughs and says “in your dreams”.
---
His mother dies, and the first thing he does it send a letter to Leitess asking her to come to his mother’s funeral.
To Leitess, not her parents, or even her Geol, as would be proper.
Leitess reads over his letter over and over again, biting her lip and toying with the paper’s corners, thinking Oh Gods, that poor man and No one’s ever sent me a letter before.
She goes, and she stands next to him by the dead Queen’s grave, and she as she watches him watch his mother being given back to the land, she thinks I could love this man.
---
She comes back and spends the next five months rejecting suitor after suitor, pacing her room and asking Geol “Why hasn’t he come for me yet?!”
She waits five months, until her carpets are faded from use and Geol has an eye twitch, until she’s ready to give up altogether. And then she gets another letter.
When Aryin bursts through her doors, apologies and a thousands different versions of the same marriage proposal on the tip of his tongue, she takes a calm sip of tea and says,
“You’re late.”
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Title: Uncontainable
Author: Xe
Rating: G
Challenge/s: Margarita #13 (steal) and Rocky Road #15 (treetops)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped cream
Universe: Burning Saints
Summery: When you were young, you ran wild.
When you were young, you ran wild. No one could keep you in your quarters, or even the large, sprawling grounds and dwellings of the royal family’s (your family’s) estate. You would slip through the gates, unheeding of nursemaids or the hour of day, and run, screaming your delight, into the dense, cool forest that lay directly outside your supposed confines.
You would steal those precious hours away from your maids, your tutors, your mother. You would shuck your clothing and run free, climb trees, and chase wild animals until cuts on your feet started to seep your life’s blood and your hands and limbs throbbed in time with your thoughts, until you could feel your pulse beating in your head.
Sometimes you wouldn’t even creep back when it became dark. You’d creep up your favorite old tree, the one with wide, welcoming branches that was high up enough that you could feel the lingering heat of the sun and daylight hours and drift to sleep listening to the murmur of leaves brushing against each other.
Author: Xe
Rating: G
Challenge/s: Cherry Chocolate Chip #20 (flattery), Lemon-Lime Sorbet #9 (in your dreams), Rocky Road #23 (a grave), and Margarita #24 (reject)
Toppings/Extras: Rainbow sprinkles, pocky chain
Universe: Burning Saints
Summery: A quick summery of Leiness' mother and her...courtship...with Leiness' father.
Author's note: Yay, more characters! :D Usually I only have one or two to work with. (And in case it's unclear, Geol is her guardian/bodyguard/companion. Not just a random creeper. :P)
The first thing she hears out of Prince Aryin’s mouth is meaningless flattery directed towards her dress, her hair, and how charming her sitting room is.
Leitess is not impressed.
She looks down her nose at him from three inches below his eyelevel and silently thanks her mother for her unwitting lessons in this particular art. She gives their guest, a visitor from halfway across the planet, another slow, distasteful once-over and just thinks I’m going to need them.
---
At a ball three weeks later, he bounds over to ask her to dance and Leitess grudgingly thinks that he’s growing on her. At least, she likes him enough now to allow him to guide her onto the floor and lead her in one of the more traditional dances that they’ve played during the evening.
She’s impressed; she’s rarely seen a man that can dance as well as he does.
Still, as they walk back to her rooms, her Guardian close behind, he asks if he might walk her to breakfast tomorrow, and she laughs and says “in your dreams”.
---
His mother dies, and the first thing he does it send a letter to Leitess asking her to come to his mother’s funeral.
To Leitess, not her parents, or even her Geol, as would be proper.
Leitess reads over his letter over and over again, biting her lip and toying with the paper’s corners, thinking Oh Gods, that poor man and No one’s ever sent me a letter before.
She goes, and she stands next to him by the dead Queen’s grave, and she as she watches him watch his mother being given back to the land, she thinks I could love this man.
---
She comes back and spends the next five months rejecting suitor after suitor, pacing her room and asking Geol “Why hasn’t he come for me yet?!”
She waits five months, until her carpets are faded from use and Geol has an eye twitch, until she’s ready to give up altogether. And then she gets another letter.
When Aryin bursts through her doors, apologies and a thousands different versions of the same marriage proposal on the tip of his tongue, she takes a calm sip of tea and says,
“You’re late.”
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Title: Uncontainable
Author: Xe
Rating: G
Challenge/s: Margarita #13 (steal) and Rocky Road #15 (treetops)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped cream
Universe: Burning Saints
Summery: When you were young, you ran wild.
When you were young, you ran wild. No one could keep you in your quarters, or even the large, sprawling grounds and dwellings of the royal family’s (your family’s) estate. You would slip through the gates, unheeding of nursemaids or the hour of day, and run, screaming your delight, into the dense, cool forest that lay directly outside your supposed confines.
You would steal those precious hours away from your maids, your tutors, your mother. You would shuck your clothing and run free, climb trees, and chase wild animals until cuts on your feet started to seep your life’s blood and your hands and limbs throbbed in time with your thoughts, until you could feel your pulse beating in your head.
Sometimes you wouldn’t even creep back when it became dark. You’d creep up your favorite old tree, the one with wide, welcoming branches that was high up enough that you could feel the lingering heat of the sun and daylight hours and drift to sleep listening to the murmur of leaves brushing against each other.