Hey guys! Welcome to my new fic!!!! So, how are you all going? Some of you are probably wondering what happened to my old fic...well, no one reviewed the last chappie I posted, and no reviews=no new chapter in my opinion, which is why neither story (this new one and my old one) gets updated until I have at least ten reviews for this one and at least two for the other one...so yeah, don't bug me for the new chapter unless I have enuff reviews, cos u won't get any new chapters!!!
Sorry to have to go to such extreme measures (plz note also that this new fic is heaps fluffier than my old one, so yeah, if you're not a fan of Briar/Sandry now would be a good place to stop reading...)
Disclaimer: I would like to be Tamora Pierce, because she has a cool name, sadly I am not, and although my plot may not be any good, I'd prefer you didn't steal it. Thankyou! Come again!
whenever I think about you,
why can't I speak?
whenever I talk about you,
Its inevitable,
It's a fact that we're gonna get down to it,
So tell me,
Why can't I breathe,
Whenever I think about you?
Sandry sat on the wall, fiddling aimlessly with the metal disk in her hands. Turning it around, she touched the familiar engravings of Lark and Rosethorn's faces. She smiled, having missed those carvings in the time she was away. She and her teacher, air dedicate Lark, had been away from discipline for a month at a conference on weaving techniques in other cultures. Much as it had been interesting, Sandry had missed discipline and her foster siblings dearly. It was amazing just how close she had become to them. She, Daja and Tris were like sister, and then there was...Briar...his name echoed in her mind like an autumn leaf that refused to fall.
Sandry sighed 'perhaps it was best that I went away' she thought 'it's given Briar time to sort himself out'
Briar...even the name hurt her. Dug itself into the soft flesh of her heart and then pulled away far too quickly. Leaving a hole...A huge, gaping hole. The type of hole that was left only when a person like Briar let it be there.
Sandry sighed again. Perhaps she was just too sensitive. Perhaps it was a thief's etiquette to leave a lady alone just as she thought of him fondly. A drastic measure to protect his reputation from the damage of friendship…
But then why had he let it become a friendship in the first place? Couldn't he have just turned and ran on that first day? Ran for his heart, and for hers? Why bother with becoming her friend if he only intended to go back on it later?
'To hurt me' the realisation hit Sandry like a ton of bricks. Did he really despise her that much that he would go to such lengths to hurt her? Was he really that deceptive? That low? That....
Sandry was crying now. She had honestly though (or perhaps honestly hoped, if there was such a thing...) that he was her friend. Some one she could turn to.
She supposed she was wrong.
Briar stood at the steps that led to his wall. His sanctuary. His Heaven. Complete with angel.
He saw her sitting up there, hair streaming behind her, gown spread out around her. Not many noble women would sit on a wall at all, and no wonder, when even the most delicately reared could never look as beautiful as his Sandry. Standing there, watching her, he felt at peace with the world. Like whatever he needed would all work out around him if he could have her.
But he couldn't have her.
'Still,' he reasoned with himself, 'There's not harm in us being friends, right?'
'Like she'll want to be friends with you' a dark part of his mind sneered 'after you treated her so badly, after you were so blown away by your own emotions you couldn't bring yourself to be civil to her'.
Briar sighed, the voice was right. She probably hated him. That's why he could never have her. He'd just do something stupid and stuff the whole thing up, and then he couldn't even be her friend. He'd just be a shadow on the landscape of her perfect life. Never forgiven, but not quite forgotten either.
He couldn't let himself do that. Stuff everything up between them. Sure, he'd been told to live for the moment, but what if that moment lost him everything? What about all the other moments? What about spending the rest of his life without her?
Briar looked up at her, her tiny body barely making an imprint on the huge mass of stars above them. He couldn't not tell her. He had to risk it. This was bigger than fear, bigger even than his pride.
Sandry heard his footsteps before she saw him. Soemthing inside her knew it was him even before he spoke. But she was only sure it was him when he sat down beside her and spoke softly:
"We need to talk"