[Wild Roses] Sun Queen
Title: right then.
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Phoebe, Fintain, Arianhrod
Prompt: 09D "cut"
Word Count: 232
"OW."
She paused, set down the pen, leaned back against the chair's cushion. When nothing else happened, she called "Son of mine, what did you do?"
"Nuffin'," came a muffled response.
She stood, rearranged her skirts to hang neatly, and walked very very softly towards the other room.
She was within two steps of the doorway when the smell hit her, and when she looked into the sitting room she found her son among several large splatters of blood on the floor. He'd just lowered his left hand from his mouth, and was applying pressure with the right, but blood was still oozing.
"Arianhrod," she said aloud, and felt her daughter's irritation by way of answer, "would you please find your uncle Iarlaith and tell him that however many people he is currently sending here he can trim it back to someone with some medical training?"
Her son glared.
"I'm sorry, did you want the door broken down by people who've been made very nervous about blood spilt in the Queen's rooms?"
He glared harder, tried to wave a hand dismissively but thought better of it when blood smeared.
"She's fine," Arianhrod said outside the door, loudly enough to be heard through a double thickness of wood. "Back off!"
Fintain eyed the door nervously. "Is she--"
"Find her a pair of earrings tomorrow, son of mine," she said softly. "She's running interference."
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Phoebe, Fintain, Arianhrod
Prompt: 09D "cut"
Word Count: 232
"OW."
She paused, set down the pen, leaned back against the chair's cushion. When nothing else happened, she called "Son of mine, what did you do?"
"Nuffin'," came a muffled response.
She stood, rearranged her skirts to hang neatly, and walked very very softly towards the other room.
She was within two steps of the doorway when the smell hit her, and when she looked into the sitting room she found her son among several large splatters of blood on the floor. He'd just lowered his left hand from his mouth, and was applying pressure with the right, but blood was still oozing.
"Arianhrod," she said aloud, and felt her daughter's irritation by way of answer, "would you please find your uncle Iarlaith and tell him that however many people he is currently sending here he can trim it back to someone with some medical training?"
Her son glared.
"I'm sorry, did you want the door broken down by people who've been made very nervous about blood spilt in the Queen's rooms?"
He glared harder, tried to wave a hand dismissively but thought better of it when blood smeared.
"She's fine," Arianhrod said outside the door, loudly enough to be heard through a double thickness of wood. "Back off!"
Fintain eyed the door nervously. "Is she--"
"Find her a pair of earrings tomorrow, son of mine," she said softly. "She's running interference."