Snippet - A feeling of alarm
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter two
Quality: Been over once, will be tweaked
Characters: Bran, Jane, OC
Bran heard them before he saw them. There was a dip in the hill on the way down to the Trefeddian and that's where he found them: Jane and the dark haired stranger, laughing and talking. There was something at the back of Bran's mind: a feeling of alarm, a vague warning. It had been there all day. He'd thought it was nothing, but as he looked at the face of Jane's friend, he felt it leap to life, and some strange part of him he wasn't used to yet wished he still had a sword. He cleared his throat and Jane looked up.
"Bran! We were going to come up and visit you in a bit, but we sat down for a rest and..." She trailed off and shrugged, patting the patch of grass beside her. "Join us? Oh, this is Michael. And Michael, this is Bran Davies. The boy I mentioned."
"Hello," Michael said, putting his hand out. Bran ignored it.
"Thought we were all going to meet up with Will today," he said, to Jane. "Didn't think you'd be sliding off with this guy."
"This guy has a name," Jane said, a note of warning in her voice. She looked at Michael, smiling. Bran's fists clenched tight at his side. He felt a skin crawling sensation he vaguely recalled... a mad man, and Will standing there, facing it out... the Dark, a presence almost tangible, something he could almost taste on the air... he shook his head slightly, pushing the thoughts away.
"Whatever," he said, as rudely as he could. He still didn't look at Michael. Jane, looking at them, thought they looked alike somehow. They were polar opposites, of course: Bran so pale he seemed almost translucent in the sunlight, and Michael's hair somehow darker than the darkest thing she could think of, a sheen of almost blue on it in the brightness. But there was something in both faces, something noble, something that reminded her of someone.
"I didn't know we were all meeting up today," she said, trying to placate Bran. She patted the grass next to her again. "Come on, sit down."
"I've better things to do," he said, shaking his head. For a moment, his eyes met Michael's, and Jane almost felt frightened at the intensity of their expressions -- Bran's puzzled, but hostile, and Michael's smoothly superior, somehow loathing. And then the moment was gone, and she thought she must have imagined it, because Michael was smiling.
For: Loyalty chapter two
Quality: Been over once, will be tweaked
Characters: Bran, Jane, OC
Bran heard them before he saw them. There was a dip in the hill on the way down to the Trefeddian and that's where he found them: Jane and the dark haired stranger, laughing and talking. There was something at the back of Bran's mind: a feeling of alarm, a vague warning. It had been there all day. He'd thought it was nothing, but as he looked at the face of Jane's friend, he felt it leap to life, and some strange part of him he wasn't used to yet wished he still had a sword. He cleared his throat and Jane looked up.
"Bran! We were going to come up and visit you in a bit, but we sat down for a rest and..." She trailed off and shrugged, patting the patch of grass beside her. "Join us? Oh, this is Michael. And Michael, this is Bran Davies. The boy I mentioned."
"Hello," Michael said, putting his hand out. Bran ignored it.
"Thought we were all going to meet up with Will today," he said, to Jane. "Didn't think you'd be sliding off with this guy."
"This guy has a name," Jane said, a note of warning in her voice. She looked at Michael, smiling. Bran's fists clenched tight at his side. He felt a skin crawling sensation he vaguely recalled... a mad man, and Will standing there, facing it out... the Dark, a presence almost tangible, something he could almost taste on the air... he shook his head slightly, pushing the thoughts away.
"Whatever," he said, as rudely as he could. He still didn't look at Michael. Jane, looking at them, thought they looked alike somehow. They were polar opposites, of course: Bran so pale he seemed almost translucent in the sunlight, and Michael's hair somehow darker than the darkest thing she could think of, a sheen of almost blue on it in the brightness. But there was something in both faces, something noble, something that reminded her of someone.
"I didn't know we were all meeting up today," she said, trying to placate Bran. She patted the grass next to her again. "Come on, sit down."
"I've better things to do," he said, shaking his head. For a moment, his eyes met Michael's, and Jane almost felt frightened at the intensity of their expressions -- Bran's puzzled, but hostile, and Michael's smoothly superior, somehow loathing. And then the moment was gone, and she thought she must have imagined it, because Michael was smiling.