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rainbowfic2013-08-03 01:17 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-08-03 01:17 pm
Summertime Blues 10, Transparent 25
Name: auguris
'verse:Ghost Sight
Story: Firebird
Colors: Summertime Blues 10. Feels like you're drowning., Transparent 25. Energy Flow
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: middle of the night
Word Count: 913
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary/Notes: Sometimes Tamsin loses control. For my Lint Roller, prompt provided bythelinesoflearning: "Tamsin Pathing, what scares you?"
Tam crawled beneath Mom's bed, wrinkling her nose at the little tickles of dust. "Uh-uh, no monsters here neither."
Mitch peered in after her. "Are you sure?"
She sighed as heavily as she knew. "They'd eat me if there were any."
"Maybe you don't taste good! You didn't look all the way!"
Tam grunted as she pulled herself all the way to the wall. No monsters, duh, but a shirt or something was stuck behind the end table. Tam yanked on it, bringing it with her as she crawled back out.
"S'not a monster," Mitch said, picking at the shirt. Tam snatched it away from him and spread it out: a man's shirt, too big for Mom and definitely too big for Mitch.
"It's Father's," she said, clutching it to her chest.
"He went away," Mitch said, and then shrieked when it burst into flames.
Tam flung it away, staring at it; the fire whispered against her skin, promising warmth and love and strength -- and then Mom was there, her bright magic threads spelling the fire out.
Mitch cried, "Tam did it!" from the corner of the room, his eyes wide.
Tam looked up at Mom, voice stuck in her throat; Mom looked angry, as angry as the last day they'd seen Father.
*
Tamsin fiddled with her tea mug, waiting for it to cool. "It's only a few hours."
Mom sighed. "I know, deargirl, but I already promised Mitchell I'd take him to DeScomparsa's talk."
"Can't you do both? Mitchell can listen to DeScomparsa if you're not there and I worked really hard on this. You don't have to stay for the whole show, just come see my painting. Please?"
Mom stood from the table, setting her mug in the sink. "I've made up my mind, Tamsin."
"Yeah, a long time ago," Tamsin muttered, chair scraping across the floor when she shoved away from the table. "Mitchell always comes first."
"Stop that right now!" Her mother turned to face her, lips a thin line. "I do not play favorites with my children."
"Bullshit! You love him more than me! You always have!"
"That is not true!"
"Prove it!"
Tamsin's tea mug shattered, ceramic flying in every direction. Her mother threw up a ward but Tamsin wasn't fast enough to keep a shard from slicing across her face.
They stared at each other in shocked silence, tea dripping onto the floor.
"I didn't mean it," Tamsin said, reaching for her mother.
Mom recoiled from her touch, eyes wide.
Tamsin ran out the door, tears hot in the cool night air. No one called after her.
*
The lake holds her close, suspends her in a world of blue-green light. The water is too cold; she doesn't belong here, she shouldn't be here
not yet, deargirl, go home
she can't breath and the lake won't let her go and there are hands on her pushing her and
"Tamsin wake up!"
She gasped in air, clutching at her throat, feeling cold lake water in her mouth; Broker held her up, one arm tight around her waist, telling her she was all right, she was awake, it was a dream.
The room felt too hot for late autumn; she turned, examining the walls, Elina, their bed -- the burnt hand marks on her pillow oh for Lady's sake. She twisted out of Broker's grasp and stumbled into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before her dinner made its surprise exit.
"Tam."
A ward, sharp and cold, prickled against her skin. "Is this yours?" she snarled, gathering it in her hand and shattering it to pieces. Steam immediately rose from her skin and she cursed, staggering into the shower and turning the cold water on full blast. She leaned into it, palms flat against the wall, hair creating a curtain around her head.
Broker's hand found her waist and she shuddered, peering at him through her hair. "That was a damn decent ward."
He shrugged, moving his other hand to her shoulder. "I've trained myself with fire wards for a long time."
She shook him off. "Since you met me."
"No. Since..." Broker sighed like a heavy weight had settled on him. "Since my family died in a house fire."
"Lady's sake." Tamsin pushed her hair out of her face. "Why are you even with me?"
Broker smiled. "I'm pretty sure it wasn't you who did it."
"Everything okay?" Elina appeared in the doorway, yawning into her hand.
"No," Tamsin said. "I had a nightmare and..." she smacked the wall, "and I lost control, damnit."
"Oh," Elina said, voice small. She moved around Broker and pulled Tamsin out of the water's reach. "Are you all right, now?"
Are you in control, she meant. "I think so." She couldn't look either of them in the eye. Now what? Broker had to stay at least until she bore a child, Assembly orders, but Elina wasn't tied down.
Elina wrapped her arms around Tamsin, pressing her face into the back of Tamsin's neck. "I love you, firebird."
Tamsin huffed at the nickname. "I love you, too."
Broker lifted her chin and kissed her, light and quick. They hadn't said it yet, but that was about the same thing, right? "Let's get you back to bed."
"Um, without the sopping wet clothes, please," Elina said, tugging at Tamsin's tank top.
auguris'verse:Ghost Sight
Story: Firebird
Colors: Summertime Blues 10. Feels like you're drowning., Transparent 25. Energy Flow
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: middle of the night
Word Count: 913
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary/Notes: Sometimes Tamsin loses control. For my Lint Roller, prompt provided by
thelinesoflearning: "Tamsin Pathing, what scares you?"Tam crawled beneath Mom's bed, wrinkling her nose at the little tickles of dust. "Uh-uh, no monsters here neither."
Mitch peered in after her. "Are you sure?"
She sighed as heavily as she knew. "They'd eat me if there were any."
"Maybe you don't taste good! You didn't look all the way!"
Tam grunted as she pulled herself all the way to the wall. No monsters, duh, but a shirt or something was stuck behind the end table. Tam yanked on it, bringing it with her as she crawled back out.
"S'not a monster," Mitch said, picking at the shirt. Tam snatched it away from him and spread it out: a man's shirt, too big for Mom and definitely too big for Mitch.
"It's Father's," she said, clutching it to her chest.
"He went away," Mitch said, and then shrieked when it burst into flames.
Tam flung it away, staring at it; the fire whispered against her skin, promising warmth and love and strength -- and then Mom was there, her bright magic threads spelling the fire out.
Mitch cried, "Tam did it!" from the corner of the room, his eyes wide.
Tam looked up at Mom, voice stuck in her throat; Mom looked angry, as angry as the last day they'd seen Father.
*
Tamsin fiddled with her tea mug, waiting for it to cool. "It's only a few hours."
Mom sighed. "I know, deargirl, but I already promised Mitchell I'd take him to DeScomparsa's talk."
"Can't you do both? Mitchell can listen to DeScomparsa if you're not there and I worked really hard on this. You don't have to stay for the whole show, just come see my painting. Please?"
Mom stood from the table, setting her mug in the sink. "I've made up my mind, Tamsin."
"Yeah, a long time ago," Tamsin muttered, chair scraping across the floor when she shoved away from the table. "Mitchell always comes first."
"Stop that right now!" Her mother turned to face her, lips a thin line. "I do not play favorites with my children."
"Bullshit! You love him more than me! You always have!"
"That is not true!"
"Prove it!"
Tamsin's tea mug shattered, ceramic flying in every direction. Her mother threw up a ward but Tamsin wasn't fast enough to keep a shard from slicing across her face.
They stared at each other in shocked silence, tea dripping onto the floor.
"I didn't mean it," Tamsin said, reaching for her mother.
Mom recoiled from her touch, eyes wide.
Tamsin ran out the door, tears hot in the cool night air. No one called after her.
*
The lake holds her close, suspends her in a world of blue-green light. The water is too cold; she doesn't belong here, she shouldn't be here
not yet, deargirl, go home
she can't breath and the lake won't let her go and there are hands on her pushing her and
"Tamsin wake up!"
She gasped in air, clutching at her throat, feeling cold lake water in her mouth; Broker held her up, one arm tight around her waist, telling her she was all right, she was awake, it was a dream.
The room felt too hot for late autumn; she turned, examining the walls, Elina, their bed -- the burnt hand marks on her pillow oh for Lady's sake. She twisted out of Broker's grasp and stumbled into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before her dinner made its surprise exit.
"Tam."
A ward, sharp and cold, prickled against her skin. "Is this yours?" she snarled, gathering it in her hand and shattering it to pieces. Steam immediately rose from her skin and she cursed, staggering into the shower and turning the cold water on full blast. She leaned into it, palms flat against the wall, hair creating a curtain around her head.
Broker's hand found her waist and she shuddered, peering at him through her hair. "That was a damn decent ward."
He shrugged, moving his other hand to her shoulder. "I've trained myself with fire wards for a long time."
She shook him off. "Since you met me."
"No. Since..." Broker sighed like a heavy weight had settled on him. "Since my family died in a house fire."
"Lady's sake." Tamsin pushed her hair out of her face. "Why are you even with me?"
Broker smiled. "I'm pretty sure it wasn't you who did it."
"Everything okay?" Elina appeared in the doorway, yawning into her hand.
"No," Tamsin said. "I had a nightmare and..." she smacked the wall, "and I lost control, damnit."
"Oh," Elina said, voice small. She moved around Broker and pulled Tamsin out of the water's reach. "Are you all right, now?"
Are you in control, she meant. "I think so." She couldn't look either of them in the eye. Now what? Broker had to stay at least until she bore a child, Assembly orders, but Elina wasn't tied down.
Elina wrapped her arms around Tamsin, pressing her face into the back of Tamsin's neck. "I love you, firebird."
Tamsin huffed at the nickname. "I love you, too."
Broker lifted her chin and kissed her, light and quick. They hadn't said it yet, but that was about the same thing, right? "Let's get you back to bed."
"Um, without the sopping wet clothes, please," Elina said, tugging at Tamsin's tank top.