AN: here we go again. I just want you to know.I'm expecting TONS of reviews
for this thing.I'm giving up valuable Weezer message board time to write
this (=w= on!), so be grateful! If you think I've left anything out, or
have any suggestions, please tell me.it's been a while since I wrote
anything on this, so I've forgotten some foreshadowing I did. Help me out
here! And on we go..
Ch. 21
Sandry pulled open the heavy door to her private sitting room. Still gripping Briar's hand, she pulled him down on the seatee next to her. Briar looked down into her eager face questioningly. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it. She smiled to herself, caught his face in her hands, and kissed him. Briar, only slightly shocked, moved his arms to pull her closer, tenderly stroking her back and catching loose strands of her hair in his fingers. When they broke for air, Briar spoke. "Sandry.I love you. You'll never be my sister, because I want you to be more than that! I know that it's wrong, and socially-" "Briar, if anything, didn't you know that I'll never be one to accept the social standards? I love you too. It's.more than I would have thought. Does that make sense? I was scared that I loved you. But now that I've finally admitted it.I-i.I just love you." Briar chuckled slightly, then drawled, "well, then, m'lady, show me!" And the two were quite occupied for some time.
Sandry rested her head on Briar's sturdy chest, her fingers lazily drawing patterns in the cloth of his shirt. Briar lightly pressed his lips to her hair, reveling in the sweetness of her. "Briar," Sandry started, with slight hesitancy, "what about Namorn?" "Sandry, I know that you're unsure about this. I would be. So whatever you say, I'll do. If you want to rule, I'll be there. If you want to give it all up and be a-a- a cobbler, then I'll go buy the leather, and we can get started right away." "Briar, you're perfect. Except." "What's that? I have a fault? Tell me!" "Well.I can't just live with you. It'd be.immoral.Do you get it?" Sandry ducked her head, blushing. "Oh! Well!" Briar shifter her off of him, and kneeled down on one knee. "Sandrilene fa Toren, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I know it's a bit soon in our relationship, but I love you with every fiber of.me. Plus," he said, chuckling, "I think after six years of knowing each other, we've gotten to be pretty close. So, will you marry me?" Sandry looked down at him, smiling. "Briar Moss, of course I will!" "I don't have a ring.I'm sorry. Oh! Wait!" Briar dug in his pockets, an intense look of concentration on his face. He smiled triumphantly and held up- "a plant?" Sandry looked at the small greeen thing inquisitevly. "No, milady, a ring." Briar carefully removed the leaves, leaving only a thin, supple green stem. He delicately tied it around Sandry's slim finger. "There. Now we are engaged!" "Sandrilene Moss. Briar I can't wait!"
ack! Now I know why I quit this story! That was so cheesy and stupid and I hate it! Argh! If anyone wants to rewrite this chapter.feel free! Blehblehblehblehblehblehblehblehblehblehbleh! A word of advice.don't listen to weezer while trying to write TP fics.the modern-ness doesn't mix well w/TP-ness.
"Woo-ee-oo I feel just like Buddy Holly. Oh-oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore! I don't care what they say about us anyway, I don't care about that!" (Buddy Holly, by WEEZER!)
Ch. 21
Sandry pulled open the heavy door to her private sitting room. Still gripping Briar's hand, she pulled him down on the seatee next to her. Briar looked down into her eager face questioningly. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it. She smiled to herself, caught his face in her hands, and kissed him. Briar, only slightly shocked, moved his arms to pull her closer, tenderly stroking her back and catching loose strands of her hair in his fingers. When they broke for air, Briar spoke. "Sandry.I love you. You'll never be my sister, because I want you to be more than that! I know that it's wrong, and socially-" "Briar, if anything, didn't you know that I'll never be one to accept the social standards? I love you too. It's.more than I would have thought. Does that make sense? I was scared that I loved you. But now that I've finally admitted it.I-i.I just love you." Briar chuckled slightly, then drawled, "well, then, m'lady, show me!" And the two were quite occupied for some time.
Sandry rested her head on Briar's sturdy chest, her fingers lazily drawing patterns in the cloth of his shirt. Briar lightly pressed his lips to her hair, reveling in the sweetness of her. "Briar," Sandry started, with slight hesitancy, "what about Namorn?" "Sandry, I know that you're unsure about this. I would be. So whatever you say, I'll do. If you want to rule, I'll be there. If you want to give it all up and be a-a- a cobbler, then I'll go buy the leather, and we can get started right away." "Briar, you're perfect. Except." "What's that? I have a fault? Tell me!" "Well.I can't just live with you. It'd be.immoral.Do you get it?" Sandry ducked her head, blushing. "Oh! Well!" Briar shifter her off of him, and kneeled down on one knee. "Sandrilene fa Toren, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I know it's a bit soon in our relationship, but I love you with every fiber of.me. Plus," he said, chuckling, "I think after six years of knowing each other, we've gotten to be pretty close. So, will you marry me?" Sandry looked down at him, smiling. "Briar Moss, of course I will!" "I don't have a ring.I'm sorry. Oh! Wait!" Briar dug in his pockets, an intense look of concentration on his face. He smiled triumphantly and held up- "a plant?" Sandry looked at the small greeen thing inquisitevly. "No, milady, a ring." Briar carefully removed the leaves, leaving only a thin, supple green stem. He delicately tied it around Sandry's slim finger. "There. Now we are engaged!" "Sandrilene Moss. Briar I can't wait!"
ack! Now I know why I quit this story! That was so cheesy and stupid and I hate it! Argh! If anyone wants to rewrite this chapter.feel free! Blehblehblehblehblehblehblehblehblehblehbleh! A word of advice.don't listen to weezer while trying to write TP fics.the modern-ness doesn't mix well w/TP-ness.
"Woo-ee-oo I feel just like Buddy Holly. Oh-oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore! I don't care what they say about us anyway, I don't care about that!" (Buddy Holly, by WEEZER!)