Wild Roses fic prompt 023 "Lovers"
Title: Lovers
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Ian Sabaey, Phoebe once leRoux
Prompt: 023 “lovers”
Word Count: 121
Rating: G
Notes: First Ian, same event as in “Red” prompt. (okay, there's Ian's hundred words.)
The memory is worn, taken out too many times and touched like a faded photograph. Pockmarked by imaginary fingers and no less the powerful for it.
Phoebe leRoux, gray eyes dazzling above her challenging smile, standing across from him in a sea of light, the gold of her skirts nearly drowned in the patterns around her.
There were other people nearby, other mages contributing to the pattern, but she was the only one who mattered.
She the dissident, she the spark, she the instigator. She the proof.
They were not lovers. Even Matilda believed that. She always quoted someone else’s axiom when she wanted to tease him-‘promise made, promise kept’. She never seemed to realize how very much he regretted that.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Ian Sabaey, Phoebe once leRoux
Prompt: 023 “lovers”
Word Count: 121
Rating: G
Notes: First Ian, same event as in “Red” prompt. (okay, there's Ian's hundred words.)
The memory is worn, taken out too many times and touched like a faded photograph. Pockmarked by imaginary fingers and no less the powerful for it.
Phoebe leRoux, gray eyes dazzling above her challenging smile, standing across from him in a sea of light, the gold of her skirts nearly drowned in the patterns around her.
There were other people nearby, other mages contributing to the pattern, but she was the only one who mattered.
She the dissident, she the spark, she the instigator. She the proof.
They were not lovers. Even Matilda believed that. She always quoted someone else’s axiom when she wanted to tease him-‘promise made, promise kept’. She never seemed to realize how very much he regretted that.