January 14th, 2011
|08:21 am - More Joy Days: Day #2, a little more Stonewoods|
Hurrah for the continuing celebration of joy! It's Friday, and we will hope for a happy weekend and a return of warmth. :-)
For More Joy Day #2, we continue the v small Stonewoods story for mamculuna , janus_74 , and ljrags (whose specific prompt will come tomorrow in the conclusion). A surprise visitor has come to see them...
Because Alice can see that Morgan's hands are fisted, she hurries forward and unlocks one of those hands with her own link of fingers. He stands as cold and unbending as any oak, frozen with old rage.
"Rhys, welcome," she says. When the younger man grins, untrustworthy and sweet, her voice cools. "And why do you break into our home in this manner?"
"Yes. My glamour has been touched," Morgan gets out, in an almost normal tone which might well fool someone who doesn't know him.
Rhys Wood does know his brother, of course, and his laughter pours over the snow. In mocking sympathy: "Awww, poor Diddums, his glamour has been touched. What a terrible thing for a Guild-man--"
His taunt is broken, however, by Morgan taking one leap forward, grabbing him by his collar, dragging him to his feet, and slamming him against the ash. A drift of snow from an upper branch falls only on Rhys's greying head. "Little brother, what in the name of the wood and the word are you doing here?"
Alice sighs in relief. It could have been much worse, so very much worse.
Rhys hasn't stopped laughing. "Big brother, you do not change with the years." With a cunning move and a whispered spell he tries to slip out of Morgan's hold, but Morgan is far too much for him. His laughter deepens to a note of truth. "Except perhaps your memory. Don't you remember what year it is?"
"What year..." And then Morgan sighs, laughs, and drops his hands. "Ah yes. But who could have expected you to remember any such charge?"
"May your words splinter and your feet fail to find the right path, you great oaf, of course I remembered." Rhys now does slide around his brother, and with a half-drunken man's loose-limbed gait heads for Alice. When he pecks her cheek, her inner vision fills briefly with old griefs and betrayals, with new sadness he will not display openly, with blood on snow. But he smiles when he stands back. "Your idiot man forgot that he had reserved a gift for you, back in the time across the sea. I merely deliver others' love, o true Queen."
His naming her so is a dagger-thrust in this cold season. But she takes a step back, lets the pain miss its mark. Morgan is at her side almost at once, and this time it is he who unlocks her hand with his own. Fingers linked, warmth shared, and she is able to say fairly, "Thank you, Wood-man, Guild-man proper." Her mouth quirks. "Proper only in name, of course."
"I am wounded by your honesty, lady, wounded sore to the heart." He bows, almost overbalances, and recovers with a widened smile. "Now then, my dears, where is your wine?"
The rest of the requests will be fulfilled tomorrow -- but may joy come to you today, whether as a surprise or not. :-)
|Date:||January 14th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)|| |
Ah, sibling rivalry... This is most intriguing, and I look forward to more.
Thank you thank you, A. I appreciate your reading!
Hugs and more joy to you today. :-)
Younger siblings are so annoying.
Poor Alice, as well.
They really can be, yes. ;-)
I'm so glad you're reading, H_P! Joy and more joy to you!
I find these guys so interesting, can't wait for tomorrow's installment.
(I'm so hoping for the return of warmth.)
Thank you thank you, T! Happy Friday, with more joy. And warmth. :-))
|Date:||January 14th, 2011 03:17 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you, L, thanks and good tea and more joy. :-)
|Date:||January 14th, 2011 03:23 pm (UTC)|| |
Hurrah! Hurrah and thanks, in fact. :-)
More joy to you!
Oh, more joy (with light yet to come, but confidently awaited!)
More and more joy to YOU, ALH! :-) Thanks and joy!
Eeee. Hard to stop now. Need to know what happened and what will happen...someday, at least.
Thanks for the extended joy!
Thank you thank you for prompting and reading, Mamculuna, and more joy more joy!
Thank you thank you for reading, C. :-) More joy sent back to you, with my thanks!
Thank you thank you! Your comment gives me joy -- and I wish joy for you! :-)
"May your words splinter...' is a wonderful curse.
I'm so glad. I wanted a proper Guild-man curse there. :-))
Thank you thank you, S! More joy to you!