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rainbowfic2012-09-13 11:30 pm
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Dogwood Rose #2
Title: Runaway
Author: Sashataakheru
Story: Rosewood Dog
Color: Dogwood Rose #2 (Burgundy: Unconscious Beauty
Word Count: 595
Rating: FRT
Warnings: None/No applicable warnings
Author's Notes: Moar queer Welshpeople! And more dialogue! There may be dragons later on. I don't even know. ...Actually, I don't even know which time period this is set in. Nevertheless I am actually trying to finish this colour and maybe their story and see what I have at the end of it.
Runaway
Gwynedd had always loved the burgundy roses the best. There was a patch of them growing in their garden, under the shade of an old yew tree. There were plenty of other roses in the garden too; their grandmother had been quite a prolific gardener, and had cultivated every plant herself. Gwynedd had been fascinated by the tales she told of receiving a burgundy rose by a suitor when she was seventeen, a rare mark of courtship that had long been forgotten. Unconscious beauty, that's what the burgundy rose meant. Gwynedd hadn't particularly understood that part of it. Unconscious beauty didn't make any sense at all.
But that was all so very long ago. The very thought was exhausting.
Things had become ... they had become difficult. The rosewood dog had come calling, and Gwynedd was unable to refuse its request. The mysteries it had revealed were profound secrets that Gwynedd had no desire to divulge to anyone.
The cards told of nothing but danger, but Gwynedd didn't care. They left a penny under an oak tree as payment and left the fairies behind. They were nothing but trouble anyway.
But that was only half the problem. Aled was not meant to be there. But xei'd been camping on the side of the road making arrows just as Gwynedd had been looking for somewhere to hide. Aled had a cart and a horse, and didn't even look concerned when Gwynedd came looking for sanctuary.
"Got into a spot of bother, hey?" Aled asked as xei brought Gwynedd some dinner. Xei had a strong lilting accent that wasn't quite entirely native. Gwynedd still thought it was beautiful.
Xei sat down beside them and began shuffling a deck of cards. Gwynedd turned to look at xem. Shyly, they tucked a tuft of dark blonde hair behind an ear, unsure what to make of the person sitting beside them. Soft brown eyes gazed back, Aled smiling gently at them. Xer face too androgynous for Gwynedd's liking. They did not like people they couldn't figure out.
"So'ill you stay a while, then? It's a daft lonely road out there."
Travelling with a stranger wasn't one of Gwynedd's plans, but it was hardly much safer to go back the way they'd come. "You heading into town?"
"Maybe. Depends what's at the end of the road. The name's Aled, wandering soul, scoundrel, and gypsy rogue, so they tell me. You?"
"Gwynedd. Don't you lot travel in families?"
Aled shrugged, looked away as xei thought about the rest of xer clan. Sitting back, xei sighed, unrepentant. "You know, I just didn't like them very much."
Gwynedd didn't particularly know how to reply to that. "What about the arrows?'
"I hunt."
The cards passed silently between xer hands, from one to the other. Gwynedd found it mesmerising.
It wasn't until Aled was preparing the cart to leave the next morning that Gwynedd saw the wild roses growing in the midst of a blackberry bush. They were burgundy roses, just like the ones their grandmother had grown. Gwynedd took one before they left.
They travelled together for three days before Gwynedd told xem anything about what they were running away from. They were camped half a day outside town, but Gwynedd didn't want to go. Aled didn't ask them to stay, either, but xei did feel a little sad when xe woke that morning to find a burgundy rose sitting on the table, waiting for them, along with a small figurine of a rosewood dog and a note that said simply, 'Wait for me'.
Author: Sashataakheru
Story: Rosewood Dog
Color: Dogwood Rose #2 (Burgundy: Unconscious Beauty
Word Count: 595
Rating: FRT
Warnings: None/No applicable warnings
Author's Notes: Moar queer Welshpeople! And more dialogue! There may be dragons later on. I don't even know. ...Actually, I don't even know which time period this is set in. Nevertheless I am actually trying to finish this colour and maybe their story and see what I have at the end of it.
Runaway
Gwynedd had always loved the burgundy roses the best. There was a patch of them growing in their garden, under the shade of an old yew tree. There were plenty of other roses in the garden too; their grandmother had been quite a prolific gardener, and had cultivated every plant herself. Gwynedd had been fascinated by the tales she told of receiving a burgundy rose by a suitor when she was seventeen, a rare mark of courtship that had long been forgotten. Unconscious beauty, that's what the burgundy rose meant. Gwynedd hadn't particularly understood that part of it. Unconscious beauty didn't make any sense at all.
But that was all so very long ago. The very thought was exhausting.
Things had become ... they had become difficult. The rosewood dog had come calling, and Gwynedd was unable to refuse its request. The mysteries it had revealed were profound secrets that Gwynedd had no desire to divulge to anyone.
The cards told of nothing but danger, but Gwynedd didn't care. They left a penny under an oak tree as payment and left the fairies behind. They were nothing but trouble anyway.
But that was only half the problem. Aled was not meant to be there. But xei'd been camping on the side of the road making arrows just as Gwynedd had been looking for somewhere to hide. Aled had a cart and a horse, and didn't even look concerned when Gwynedd came looking for sanctuary.
"Got into a spot of bother, hey?" Aled asked as xei brought Gwynedd some dinner. Xei had a strong lilting accent that wasn't quite entirely native. Gwynedd still thought it was beautiful.
Xei sat down beside them and began shuffling a deck of cards. Gwynedd turned to look at xem. Shyly, they tucked a tuft of dark blonde hair behind an ear, unsure what to make of the person sitting beside them. Soft brown eyes gazed back, Aled smiling gently at them. Xer face too androgynous for Gwynedd's liking. They did not like people they couldn't figure out.
"So'ill you stay a while, then? It's a daft lonely road out there."
Travelling with a stranger wasn't one of Gwynedd's plans, but it was hardly much safer to go back the way they'd come. "You heading into town?"
"Maybe. Depends what's at the end of the road. The name's Aled, wandering soul, scoundrel, and gypsy rogue, so they tell me. You?"
"Gwynedd. Don't you lot travel in families?"
Aled shrugged, looked away as xei thought about the rest of xer clan. Sitting back, xei sighed, unrepentant. "You know, I just didn't like them very much."
Gwynedd didn't particularly know how to reply to that. "What about the arrows?'
"I hunt."
The cards passed silently between xer hands, from one to the other. Gwynedd found it mesmerising.
It wasn't until Aled was preparing the cart to leave the next morning that Gwynedd saw the wild roses growing in the midst of a blackberry bush. They were burgundy roses, just like the ones their grandmother had grown. Gwynedd took one before they left.
They travelled together for three days before Gwynedd told xem anything about what they were running away from. They were camped half a day outside town, but Gwynedd didn't want to go. Aled didn't ask them to stay, either, but xei did feel a little sad when xe woke that morning to find a burgundy rose sitting on the table, waiting for them, along with a small figurine of a rosewood dog and a note that said simply, 'Wait for me'.
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Aled seems rather like trouble, though given the dreamy nature of Gwynedd's narration it's hard to tel whether it'll be the good, bad, or ambiguous kind. I'd take someone who described xemself as a scoundrel at xer word.
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Something a bit ominous in that, I think. I'm enjoying these!
(Would you prefer comments here or on your blog?)
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(No preference; wherever you like, really.)
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The cards told of nothing but danger, but Gwynedd didn't care. They left a penny under an oak tree as payment and left the fairies behind. They were nothing but trouble anyway.
I don't know why, I just kept reading them and enjoying them. Nice job.