Title: Love on a Silver Platter
Summary - After Giacomo Paradisi ghost comes to Lyra and informs her that another knife was created to open up worlds without making Specters, Lyra appoints the witches to help her find it. They find that a window is still open to Cittàgazze and travel through, after discovering the second knife Lyra opens up a window to Will's world and travels through, but will things be the same.... (Lyra and Will are now 16.)
AN: This is my first His Dark Materials Fiction; my other stories have all been Buffy the Vampire Slayer up until this point. I am a Will/Lyra shipper and I was disappointed when they had to part in the last Amber Spyglass, so why not get them back together in a Fanfiction story? Please read and review!
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"Lyra...." The Professor at St. Sophia's college for girls started. Lyra sat at her small desk beside the window gazing out onto the garden below. Daffodils, Crocus's and Tulips peeked out their pastel colour faces at Lyra. The willow trees swayed back and forth with their branches touching the ground as though they were trying to desperately to grasp onto something solid. The sun was unusually high in the sky for a June day and Lyra squinted in order to drink in the pictures. The drone of bees robbing the flowers of their nectar sounded below and Lyra couldn't take being cooped up inside anymore. She knew that if Roger had been there, and they had been back at Jordan, she would be barefoot, playing in the clay beds with urchins, climbing the roof tops and running through the villages swiping fruit off of outdoor stands. Lyra stuck her head outside of the open window and her strawberry blonde hair was instantly caught in a light breeze. Her crystal blue eyes wandered down the Morning Glory vines of the building and into a patch of Hyacinths below. Lyra closed her eyes and pictured Will's face. They were running through the garden, climbing the trees, Kirjava and Pan would be playing amongst the fountain and then her and Will would join them and they'd have a water fight. Suddenly her mind had convinced her that that was real and she let her whole being be taken away, until she felt a tap on her shoulder and went to turn around, bumping the top of her head on the window.
"Ow!" She exclaimed and moved her hand to rub her head, expecting to feel a swelling. She saw Mrs. Birch, holding her switch in her hand, Lyra's eyes opened a little bit wider, but she didn't say anything.
"If you continue not paying attention in my class then I suggest that you return to your home of Jordan and do not waste my time," Mrs. Birch said sternly. Lyra shook her head. She wanted to learn how to read the Alethiometer, she really did, but science class was still boring. She supposed Dust was science, but it was a different kind, rich in history, and perhaps if she had not gone on her adventure, this lesson would have been interesting. But it wasn't. Mrs. Birch was rather simple minded. She taught about the human body, the different planets, and chemistry.
Mrs. Birch returned to the front of the class, and carried on teaching. Lyra pushed her chair forward in order to make it looks like she was paying attention, even though her soul was wandering, quite literally.
She had let Pantalaimon perch on the window sill and now he was carefully treading around the rim of the building. Lyra had to keep an imaginary leash on him though. No one knew about her witch like capability, and if Pan strayed too far, it would scare the other students. They would ignore Lyra....even more.
Before Lyra came to St. Sophia's, she had expected to find a mob of friends, someone to share her utmost secrets with, maybe even tell them about Will. But when she arrived she was an outcast. She was a wild animal compared to the other girls. They had spent their life doing each other's hair and sitting down to tea, while Lyra was fighting in wars, and traveling with harpies, armored bears, witches and scientists from other worlds. And so each day Lyra would eat lunch alone, sit alone and study alone.
The bell sounded for dismissal and Lyra stood up gathering up her books, she ushered Pan inside and his Pine Martin form flowed onto her arm. They started to proceed after a group of giggling girls who were oohing and awing over a girl's newly settled form of a sheep daemon. Lyra thought it fit her personality perfectly. Most of the girls in her class had sheep daemons. Aside from Lyra, there were three other pupils who were different. Susanna, the head sheep, with a Persian cat, Cecily, a girl with a piglet as daemon, (she was rather pudgy), and Shonan, a Chinese girl who was followed around by a raven with black glossy feathers matching her waist length hair.
The doorway started to clear and Lyra had a hope of squeezing through, but then Mrs. Birch called her back.
Lyra rolled her eyes, muttered under her breath and made her way back into the dim classroom. So close to escape yet so far.
Lyra sat down in a desk in front of the teacher's.
"We need to talk Lyra," Mrs. Birch said plainly.
"Okkkkk," Lyra said furrowing her eyebrows.
"When you first came to our college, you were happy, or seemed to be, but now....You seem to be distracted by every little thing, your marks have dropped drastically...you're distant form us, and we want you to come back to us! We want to teach you how to use the Alethiometer again, we want to teach you about the world-"
"Worlds..." Lyra whispered, but Mrs. Birch took no notice.
"Something's troubling you, I want you to let me in, or at least visit Dame Hannah...well either way you will have to. I've arranged an appointment for you during the evening of the 21'st for you to meet her, discuss things into depth a little more..."
Lyra paled. Midsummer's eve rang through her head. Will, the only time she could be close to him.
"I can't!" Lyra practically yelled.
"I'm sorry?" Mrs. Birch said raising her thin eyebrows.
"I...have plans...um, another time?" Lyra stalled.
"Whatever your plans you'll just have to cancel them, this is more important then a party or social gathering," Mrs. Birch said sternly.
"It's a meeting...with an old friend, very important," Lyra said earnestly.
"Well there will be other times, I'm sure of it, you absolutely must meet her, Dame Hannah is a very busy women, she doesn't have many openings, as it is she had to cancel one of her meetings to fit you in Lyra, you owe it to her," Mrs. Birch said, as though this would persuade her to not go to the Botanic Garden. Bur Lyra saw that she could not win, and told Mrs. Birch that she would see her, which of course was a lie, but it worked, and Lyra was permitted to go.
They walked down the wooden corridor, making their way to the garden. Science was Lyra's last class and this meant that she could spend her time in the garden, then she would return to Jordan for dinner, she would study and then she would have time do whatever she pleased...
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Lyra walked through the dark, damp, musty basement of Jordan College. She saw the wine racks and recalled the time that she and Roger had gotten drunk on spirits. And the time that they found the coins of the former Master's graves. It could have been just yesterday, nothing had change. But everything else had. Lyra had an urge for Pantalaimon to become a rat and slip through the vent to explore un-chartered territory. But he couldn't. So Lyra was forced to content herself with peeking under empty crates and blowing at the cobwebs that draped the cement walls.
After a while Lyra grew tired of wandering and sat down beside a wooden wainscoted wall. A shard of glass lay just inches away from her fingertips. An idea sprang into her mind. She took the piece of glass in her small hand and made a quick, but hard, sweep against the wall with it. It carved a solid line instantly.
"What do you think Pan?"
"Good enough," he replied simply and clambered up her arm to get a better look. She swiftly wrote Lyra (heart) Will. She blew back the dust and admired her handy work. Perfect. Pan leaned over to her ear and whispered.
"Add Pan loves Kirjava."
Lyra grinned and did so underneath. She smiled a sad smile and thought how a child in the future would see this here and wonder who the forgotten lovers were, but they were in history.
Lyra decided to return to her room and was turning a corner when she thought she saw a faint grey misty form floating somberly to her left. Her eyes darted behind tow barrels and she saw a man who she instantly recognized.
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Giocomo Paradisi roamed through out the empty cellars of Jordan College. To any other person he would merely look like a ghost who was attempting haunt an old building, but he was on a mission. Rumor had it that Lyra Silvertongue lived here. The friend of the little Knife Bearer...or ex Knife Bearer if he had heard correctly. The boy had destroyed it, twice to be exact. Perhaps it was a wise thing to do, perhaps not. But it no longer mattered. For another knife was created....
TBC
An: well I finally finished my first chapter, hope you like it, please R & R!
Summary - After Giacomo Paradisi ghost comes to Lyra and informs her that another knife was created to open up worlds without making Specters, Lyra appoints the witches to help her find it. They find that a window is still open to Cittàgazze and travel through, after discovering the second knife Lyra opens up a window to Will's world and travels through, but will things be the same.... (Lyra and Will are now 16.)
AN: This is my first His Dark Materials Fiction; my other stories have all been Buffy the Vampire Slayer up until this point. I am a Will/Lyra shipper and I was disappointed when they had to part in the last Amber Spyglass, so why not get them back together in a Fanfiction story? Please read and review!
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Lyra...." The Professor at St. Sophia's college for girls started. Lyra sat at her small desk beside the window gazing out onto the garden below. Daffodils, Crocus's and Tulips peeked out their pastel colour faces at Lyra. The willow trees swayed back and forth with their branches touching the ground as though they were trying to desperately to grasp onto something solid. The sun was unusually high in the sky for a June day and Lyra squinted in order to drink in the pictures. The drone of bees robbing the flowers of their nectar sounded below and Lyra couldn't take being cooped up inside anymore. She knew that if Roger had been there, and they had been back at Jordan, she would be barefoot, playing in the clay beds with urchins, climbing the roof tops and running through the villages swiping fruit off of outdoor stands. Lyra stuck her head outside of the open window and her strawberry blonde hair was instantly caught in a light breeze. Her crystal blue eyes wandered down the Morning Glory vines of the building and into a patch of Hyacinths below. Lyra closed her eyes and pictured Will's face. They were running through the garden, climbing the trees, Kirjava and Pan would be playing amongst the fountain and then her and Will would join them and they'd have a water fight. Suddenly her mind had convinced her that that was real and she let her whole being be taken away, until she felt a tap on her shoulder and went to turn around, bumping the top of her head on the window.
"Ow!" She exclaimed and moved her hand to rub her head, expecting to feel a swelling. She saw Mrs. Birch, holding her switch in her hand, Lyra's eyes opened a little bit wider, but she didn't say anything.
"If you continue not paying attention in my class then I suggest that you return to your home of Jordan and do not waste my time," Mrs. Birch said sternly. Lyra shook her head. She wanted to learn how to read the Alethiometer, she really did, but science class was still boring. She supposed Dust was science, but it was a different kind, rich in history, and perhaps if she had not gone on her adventure, this lesson would have been interesting. But it wasn't. Mrs. Birch was rather simple minded. She taught about the human body, the different planets, and chemistry.
Mrs. Birch returned to the front of the class, and carried on teaching. Lyra pushed her chair forward in order to make it looks like she was paying attention, even though her soul was wandering, quite literally.
She had let Pantalaimon perch on the window sill and now he was carefully treading around the rim of the building. Lyra had to keep an imaginary leash on him though. No one knew about her witch like capability, and if Pan strayed too far, it would scare the other students. They would ignore Lyra....even more.
Before Lyra came to St. Sophia's, she had expected to find a mob of friends, someone to share her utmost secrets with, maybe even tell them about Will. But when she arrived she was an outcast. She was a wild animal compared to the other girls. They had spent their life doing each other's hair and sitting down to tea, while Lyra was fighting in wars, and traveling with harpies, armored bears, witches and scientists from other worlds. And so each day Lyra would eat lunch alone, sit alone and study alone.
The bell sounded for dismissal and Lyra stood up gathering up her books, she ushered Pan inside and his Pine Martin form flowed onto her arm. They started to proceed after a group of giggling girls who were oohing and awing over a girl's newly settled form of a sheep daemon. Lyra thought it fit her personality perfectly. Most of the girls in her class had sheep daemons. Aside from Lyra, there were three other pupils who were different. Susanna, the head sheep, with a Persian cat, Cecily, a girl with a piglet as daemon, (she was rather pudgy), and Shonan, a Chinese girl who was followed around by a raven with black glossy feathers matching her waist length hair.
The doorway started to clear and Lyra had a hope of squeezing through, but then Mrs. Birch called her back.
Lyra rolled her eyes, muttered under her breath and made her way back into the dim classroom. So close to escape yet so far.
Lyra sat down in a desk in front of the teacher's.
"We need to talk Lyra," Mrs. Birch said plainly.
"Okkkkk," Lyra said furrowing her eyebrows.
"When you first came to our college, you were happy, or seemed to be, but now....You seem to be distracted by every little thing, your marks have dropped drastically...you're distant form us, and we want you to come back to us! We want to teach you how to use the Alethiometer again, we want to teach you about the world-"
"Worlds..." Lyra whispered, but Mrs. Birch took no notice.
"Something's troubling you, I want you to let me in, or at least visit Dame Hannah...well either way you will have to. I've arranged an appointment for you during the evening of the 21'st for you to meet her, discuss things into depth a little more..."
Lyra paled. Midsummer's eve rang through her head. Will, the only time she could be close to him.
"I can't!" Lyra practically yelled.
"I'm sorry?" Mrs. Birch said raising her thin eyebrows.
"I...have plans...um, another time?" Lyra stalled.
"Whatever your plans you'll just have to cancel them, this is more important then a party or social gathering," Mrs. Birch said sternly.
"It's a meeting...with an old friend, very important," Lyra said earnestly.
"Well there will be other times, I'm sure of it, you absolutely must meet her, Dame Hannah is a very busy women, she doesn't have many openings, as it is she had to cancel one of her meetings to fit you in Lyra, you owe it to her," Mrs. Birch said, as though this would persuade her to not go to the Botanic Garden. Bur Lyra saw that she could not win, and told Mrs. Birch that she would see her, which of course was a lie, but it worked, and Lyra was permitted to go.
They walked down the wooden corridor, making their way to the garden. Science was Lyra's last class and this meant that she could spend her time in the garden, then she would return to Jordan for dinner, she would study and then she would have time do whatever she pleased...
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Lyra walked through the dark, damp, musty basement of Jordan College. She saw the wine racks and recalled the time that she and Roger had gotten drunk on spirits. And the time that they found the coins of the former Master's graves. It could have been just yesterday, nothing had change. But everything else had. Lyra had an urge for Pantalaimon to become a rat and slip through the vent to explore un-chartered territory. But he couldn't. So Lyra was forced to content herself with peeking under empty crates and blowing at the cobwebs that draped the cement walls.
After a while Lyra grew tired of wandering and sat down beside a wooden wainscoted wall. A shard of glass lay just inches away from her fingertips. An idea sprang into her mind. She took the piece of glass in her small hand and made a quick, but hard, sweep against the wall with it. It carved a solid line instantly.
"What do you think Pan?"
"Good enough," he replied simply and clambered up her arm to get a better look. She swiftly wrote Lyra (heart) Will. She blew back the dust and admired her handy work. Perfect. Pan leaned over to her ear and whispered.
"Add Pan loves Kirjava."
Lyra grinned and did so underneath. She smiled a sad smile and thought how a child in the future would see this here and wonder who the forgotten lovers were, but they were in history.
Lyra decided to return to her room and was turning a corner when she thought she saw a faint grey misty form floating somberly to her left. Her eyes darted behind tow barrels and she saw a man who she instantly recognized.
~*~*~*~*~*
Giocomo Paradisi roamed through out the empty cellars of Jordan College. To any other person he would merely look like a ghost who was attempting haunt an old building, but he was on a mission. Rumor had it that Lyra Silvertongue lived here. The friend of the little Knife Bearer...or ex Knife Bearer if he had heard correctly. The boy had destroyed it, twice to be exact. Perhaps it was a wise thing to do, perhaps not. But it no longer mattered. For another knife was created....
TBC
An: well I finally finished my first chapter, hope you like it, please R & R!