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I am a BIG Rosethorn/Crane shipper and I hope you enjoy this fic. I am
rather proud of it.
A Different Kind of Handsome
He was a proud creature, mercy he was proud. He carried himself with the bearing of aristocracy, a kind of shoulders back, head high, method that irked her to no end.
But in some strange way it was endearing….a really strange way.
He had always been that way, an arrogant fool who looked down his nose at her. Acted like because she had been raised a farm girl that she was no better than the street rats he despised. Acted as though she was ignorant because of her simple beginnings, when IN FACT she had been the only person at the university to keep up with him.
But being Crane he would never admit it.
But she supposed that his pride was something she found attractive about him. It wasn't simply the pride alone, but a compilation of little things.
The little things like the way his eyes flashed at her when they argued, the way he arched his eyebrow at her, the way he chewed on his nails when he thought that no one was looking.
But she was just as proud and just as stubborn which, in the long run, had made things difficult.
There were times that she wanted to lean against him and put her head on his chest but she snipped at him instead. Times when she just wanted to sit and snuggle with him but made a snide remark about his greenhouse. When it all came down to it, they argued because of a lack of anything more constructive to do with their pent up emotions.
She supposed that their arguing could really be a form of flirting but she didn't want to pin him down to something do sweet, so romantic, so…not like him.
She saw the speculative looks that Lark gave them from time to time when they worked together, saw the snickers Frostpine was overcome with when he saw them bickering. But they could all go to hell, they didn't know what it was like for her.
To live side by side with someone she would have willingly given her life for and know that he was to pigheaded to make the first move.
Besides, she was dedicated to the Gods, and that should be enough for her, shouldn't it? Moonstream always talked of how their lives would now be complete when they gave all they could to the Gods and the land. But her life wasn't complete, it was far from it. The one thing, the one PERSON that could complete her life was a lanky black haired man with a long pointed nose and a world-weary attitude.
Mila help her, she loved that man deeply, not in the infatuated sense, for she certainly would never worship the ground he walked on. But rather in the sense of an old married couple. She wanted to live out their remaining days in a kind of a quarrelsome affection that no one else had given her.
So yes, he was arrogant, yes, he was bad-tempered, but she would expect nothing less.
A Different Kind of Handsome
He was a proud creature, mercy he was proud. He carried himself with the bearing of aristocracy, a kind of shoulders back, head high, method that irked her to no end.
But in some strange way it was endearing….a really strange way.
He had always been that way, an arrogant fool who looked down his nose at her. Acted like because she had been raised a farm girl that she was no better than the street rats he despised. Acted as though she was ignorant because of her simple beginnings, when IN FACT she had been the only person at the university to keep up with him.
But being Crane he would never admit it.
But she supposed that his pride was something she found attractive about him. It wasn't simply the pride alone, but a compilation of little things.
The little things like the way his eyes flashed at her when they argued, the way he arched his eyebrow at her, the way he chewed on his nails when he thought that no one was looking.
But she was just as proud and just as stubborn which, in the long run, had made things difficult.
There were times that she wanted to lean against him and put her head on his chest but she snipped at him instead. Times when she just wanted to sit and snuggle with him but made a snide remark about his greenhouse. When it all came down to it, they argued because of a lack of anything more constructive to do with their pent up emotions.
She supposed that their arguing could really be a form of flirting but she didn't want to pin him down to something do sweet, so romantic, so…not like him.
She saw the speculative looks that Lark gave them from time to time when they worked together, saw the snickers Frostpine was overcome with when he saw them bickering. But they could all go to hell, they didn't know what it was like for her.
To live side by side with someone she would have willingly given her life for and know that he was to pigheaded to make the first move.
Besides, she was dedicated to the Gods, and that should be enough for her, shouldn't it? Moonstream always talked of how their lives would now be complete when they gave all they could to the Gods and the land. But her life wasn't complete, it was far from it. The one thing, the one PERSON that could complete her life was a lanky black haired man with a long pointed nose and a world-weary attitude.
Mila help her, she loved that man deeply, not in the infatuated sense, for she certainly would never worship the ground he walked on. But rather in the sense of an old married couple. She wanted to live out their remaining days in a kind of a quarrelsome affection that no one else had given her.
So yes, he was arrogant, yes, he was bad-tempered, but she would expect nothing less.