CH 4~EloraCooper4+TiGgEr~ these people have GREAT Tammy fics. You HAVE to
read them. TiGgEr has a B/T fic, so you know that's good. EloraCooper4's
fic is witty with humor that I love.
Chapter Eleven
Zakyu: Knock, knock!
Muslima: Go away before I knock you!
Zakyu: At least I don't act like I was knocked when I was a baby.
Muslima: (flares) Pots and pans!
Zakyu: Mercy! I'm sorry O beautiful One!
Muslima: (cools) OK do the disclaimer.
Zakyu: Blah, blahs'! We don't own the characters but a few. Ask Ms. Pierce!
Muslima: On vith thee storiee! (France accent)
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The night was no longer young. Yet, someone was awake.
Tris sat up, awoken by some invisible lasso that kept her conscious; tomorrow was Niko's funeral. And yet-how that face plagued her mind! How that voice echoed in her head! She threw her pillow at the wall in frustration and than threw herself back in the bed with more contempt then she felt.
She was supposed to be thinking about Niko not Briar!
I think I am going out of my mind! Tris thought. I wish this torment would leave me be! However, inside she didn't want this display of confused and startling emotions to go. How life seemed so dull without the drug.
Unfailing, faithful winds sought to comfort her but for the first time in her life, Tris brushed them away. She could not find any ease from them this time; she couldn't hide from that gnawing tooth either, which broke her down genially and gradually.
Tears came from Tris's eyes as she clutched her teeth. She wanted to be released and yet she didn't. Why was that image so clear of Briar touching her face and crying with her? Why did her hand still feel so warm? Why was it when Briar had hugged her to comfort her from the shock that Niko was murdered they two seemed to fit so perfectly?
Because... I'm... i-n-
No. Tris wouldn't think that because if she had thought it like that - so completely-it might confirm her madness. She wanted to live for herself not catching herself from looking for Briar every moment.
She truly now felt the feeling of a slave. But the wonderful feelings it gave her--! So rare and life was worth it and so much more, at those fleeting moments-No. She had to stop.
"I am a fool-such I fool!" Tris whimper in the remaining pillow.
I have to stop this, she thought. I need air, fresh air. She opened her window and looked outside. Tris suddenly felt thankful she didn't have the view of the front, soon-to-be-busy streets but had the view of Ida's garden. Ida, who had loved plants as much as Bri-No, she HAD to stop!
She was on the second story yet Tris's heart yearned to go down by the willow trees near the brook. But first she quickly and quietly put on a well wore dress; she wouldn't be caught dead in her sleeping clothes by any stranger. Tris glanced at her dress it was smaller or was she getting larger?
Yes, Tris was getting larger but not the way she thought; she had grown taller.
Now, how was she going to get down without anyone noticing her? Tris thought...she couldn't climb down-Aha! Didn't Niko teach her a trick before-
She felt a pang. How she missed Niko, the first one that cared for her, her father, her teacher, her guide. Never again. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, Tris didn't bother to stop them.
Unable to stand a moment more in her room, Tris floated down to the garden. It took strength to 'change'-just barely from her solid form to an almost cloud state. But the layers of wind helped eager to please.
Tris looked around her, the peaceful stillness, deeply breathing in the cool night air that touched her face and made her aware of the trail the tears left her with. Bare-footed, she walked along the garden. Somehow, the tranquility seemed to pierce her confusion and raw emotions, opening a ray of light.
Wandering with a warily stride, Tris came beneath a large willow near the brook. She laid down eerily yet pleasantly clam. Darkness comforting her, seemly the willow trying to do the same with it's long arms extending as it swayed will no will of it's own but of the wind's.
Suddenly, a sound of a splash-a rock kicked into the brook abruptly shattered Tris's leisure. Alarmed she sat up straight as she realized who; an inborn resentment grew. Lionel Starwind; who was he to spy on her?
As the sudden movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, a genuine surprise came over his face-however, he quickly wiped it off before anyone noticed. Tris didn't it was dark. Lionel eyed her warily, "May I complement you on your 'flashy' dress?"
Tris burned, he meant her evident ankles. "May I complement you on your prying?" she retorted hotly. She vaguely thought she saw a faint smile. He threw a rock.
"Don't stop your dreaming on my account." Then with fake innocence he threw another rock, just to annoy her. "You won't forget your appointment?"
"What?" Tris asked before she could stop herself.
"At the Musya's temple. You, your friends, and I will be going there. We need to find out what has weaken it's shield and Musya's cage."
"Why would that concern us?"
"Because, you're the one who activated it. There's a reason that place in Blue Harbor is called 'Musya's', the god of Death and Eclipse, temple. In there, there are forbidden and abhorrent things that have been locked up for centuries. Like the Reaper of Eclipse," He said giving a example, "he was locked up in the temple and only with help and with many of the disc's in his possession can be freed."
"And obviously he was helped and was at least twice freed..." Tris said thinking out loud.
"Precisely," Lionel said confirming that her train of thought was right.
"What about the disc, do you have it?"
"Yes."
"Won't the Reaper..." try and get a hold of it, finished her thought but her spoken word faltered.
Lionel breathed in. "Yes," he said knowing her unspoken question. "He already has and will. Remember, nymph?"
Tris suddenly realizing the possibility of danger, felt air sucked out of her. It was moments like these where she didn't fret over petty nicknames. "When," was all she was able to ask.
"We need to go before Mid-Summer Day," he replied wistful. "On Mid-Summer Day is when a eclipse will happen. Something is bad bond to happen. Sneaking during Niko's funeral would be easiest." A distant look over came his face as he looked at some invisible darkness.
There was silence for a long moment. Tris was beginning to have that frightful prickly feeling that told her something unpleasant was going to happen. "We would be missed," she finally said.
"It's more than dead and necromancy that is hidden in that temple," he softly said, in contrast to his sudden harden eyes. "If we don't act soon it will be more than just us who will be missed."
Looking away from his distant object, he smirked and continued: "I am sure, though, that a pretty, wild nymph with bare ankles would be easily noticed missing."
Tris scowled. "Do your petty flattering with some fine fair lady who sticks to two subjects: the weather and health," she said to Lionel not deeply disturbed but with a business tone. He seemed to think he could pick up girl like he could a pebble. "It doesn't work for me."
"Weather and health are too dull for me," he said with a laughter undertone in his voice. Tris saw Lionel's smile in the darkness. "Would a kiss work for you?"
He didn't wait for a answer but brushed his lips where Tris's curly red hair and white skin converged. Before Tris could recover and curse him with words she learned from sailors Lionel made a clean get away. Leaving her fuming in fury.
~~~
Briar was walking in the garden. He needed to rest his mind for he couldn't rest because of a certain someone. Sneaking down to the garden rested his mind; plants reached for him constantly trying to sooth him, trying to find out what perturbed him so.
All they could sense was the mixture of feelings that seemed uncomfortable to them. Briar knew no one could know about the delight-even for him at first he felt uncomfortable and confused. But he, Briar Moss-Thiefboy, was in love and knew it.
For once Briar needed to be outside with the cool night air but away from all the plants trying to reach for him, calling him. Perhaps he could go to the little brook that ran on the other side of the large garden.
Walking he heard voices. Two of them. What were two people doing in the garden in this time of the night? He strained to hear.
"-Remember nymph?" Lionel's voice.
His heart stopped. Nymph. Coppercurls-?
No, please no.
"We would be missed," says a clear, pleasant voice, Trisana's.
Missed? Briar looked over the tall rose bush that he hid behind. There was Tris, her back to Briar and Lionel looking faraway saying something in a deep soft voice which Briar's sharp ears didn't pick up. Lionel turns and says in his low, monotonous, flirting voice: "I am sure, though, that a pretty, wild nymph with bare ankles would be easily noticed missing."
"Do your petty flattering with some fine fair lady who sticks to two subjects: the weather and health. It doesn't work for me."
"Weather and health are too dull for me." Smiling he says, "Would a kiss work for you?" As he started to bend down Briar watched with a dry mouth. Suddenly his tongue felt like sandpaper, time seemed to freeze-Tris didn't protest. In a second it was done but to Briar it felt a life time. Lionel left.
Briar was oddly grateful that Tris's back was turned toward him. He wouldn't have to see her blush with happiness, though his imagination was a good substitute-too good.
So with broken pride and most of all a broken heart, he walked away.
How he hated this garden! What did he do-what didn't he do to earn her affection, her smile, her blush-her kiss!? How he hated himself!
With a tear full of loath he cudgel the ground with battered hands.
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R2R
Jishoshojo~ I admire you. Your computer doesn't work but I just get plain ass grounded. TiGgEr~ OXOXOX-not really but you know what I mean right? Oh yeah great story! ^_* Clearbrook~ I LOVE YOU!!!! Oh daer best-friend I miss you sssssssoooooooooo!!!! (I'll check up on your stories if I can sneak on, LOLz) Anyanka~ WELL! I'm writing way faster. I wrote a little more than half of the chapter today in the early morning. Anyanka, be good to your word. I'll be waiting for you to update. (Watch, you probably did.) I envy you!!! Your such a great writer. ~_~ EloraCooper4~ No, your not suppose to trust him! I love/like you so much! Now I know what I have in mine is working! Keladry of Queenscove~ I am so glad! :*.*: If there is one thing I've learned from writing this it's how to write some fluff that is at least you can read and (maybe) understand. Lady Sandrilene~ LOLz! I didn't mean that! If you want it to work it can! Just about anyone can learn to care for just about anyone. Storm Mage~ ooooo! Thank you so muchie!! I am glad your enjoying this. The comment about my writing is so niceie. Sakura Kuonji~ lol, thanx I'll take up the offer later I have to sneak on the internet to post this up, I can't wait I hop you understando. Gliniel de Silva Malfoy+Wood~ LOLOLz-HAHAHA, heh, heh! Everybody is hating on Sandry huh? You'll probably hate me after this chapter. Priestess of the Storm~ LOLz. You hate me don't you? Don't answer that. I love this chappie.
Zakyu: Oh shut up.
Muslima: Don't say that.
Zakyu: OK, up shut.
...U_U.....
Chapter Eleven
Zakyu: Knock, knock!
Muslima: Go away before I knock you!
Zakyu: At least I don't act like I was knocked when I was a baby.
Muslima: (flares) Pots and pans!
Zakyu: Mercy! I'm sorry O beautiful One!
Muslima: (cools) OK do the disclaimer.
Zakyu: Blah, blahs'! We don't own the characters but a few. Ask Ms. Pierce!
Muslima: On vith thee storiee! (France accent)
____________________________________________________________________________ ______
The night was no longer young. Yet, someone was awake.
Tris sat up, awoken by some invisible lasso that kept her conscious; tomorrow was Niko's funeral. And yet-how that face plagued her mind! How that voice echoed in her head! She threw her pillow at the wall in frustration and than threw herself back in the bed with more contempt then she felt.
She was supposed to be thinking about Niko not Briar!
I think I am going out of my mind! Tris thought. I wish this torment would leave me be! However, inside she didn't want this display of confused and startling emotions to go. How life seemed so dull without the drug.
Unfailing, faithful winds sought to comfort her but for the first time in her life, Tris brushed them away. She could not find any ease from them this time; she couldn't hide from that gnawing tooth either, which broke her down genially and gradually.
Tears came from Tris's eyes as she clutched her teeth. She wanted to be released and yet she didn't. Why was that image so clear of Briar touching her face and crying with her? Why did her hand still feel so warm? Why was it when Briar had hugged her to comfort her from the shock that Niko was murdered they two seemed to fit so perfectly?
Because... I'm... i-n-
No. Tris wouldn't think that because if she had thought it like that - so completely-it might confirm her madness. She wanted to live for herself not catching herself from looking for Briar every moment.
She truly now felt the feeling of a slave. But the wonderful feelings it gave her--! So rare and life was worth it and so much more, at those fleeting moments-No. She had to stop.
"I am a fool-such I fool!" Tris whimper in the remaining pillow.
I have to stop this, she thought. I need air, fresh air. She opened her window and looked outside. Tris suddenly felt thankful she didn't have the view of the front, soon-to-be-busy streets but had the view of Ida's garden. Ida, who had loved plants as much as Bri-No, she HAD to stop!
She was on the second story yet Tris's heart yearned to go down by the willow trees near the brook. But first she quickly and quietly put on a well wore dress; she wouldn't be caught dead in her sleeping clothes by any stranger. Tris glanced at her dress it was smaller or was she getting larger?
Yes, Tris was getting larger but not the way she thought; she had grown taller.
Now, how was she going to get down without anyone noticing her? Tris thought...she couldn't climb down-Aha! Didn't Niko teach her a trick before-
She felt a pang. How she missed Niko, the first one that cared for her, her father, her teacher, her guide. Never again. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, Tris didn't bother to stop them.
Unable to stand a moment more in her room, Tris floated down to the garden. It took strength to 'change'-just barely from her solid form to an almost cloud state. But the layers of wind helped eager to please.
Tris looked around her, the peaceful stillness, deeply breathing in the cool night air that touched her face and made her aware of the trail the tears left her with. Bare-footed, she walked along the garden. Somehow, the tranquility seemed to pierce her confusion and raw emotions, opening a ray of light.
Wandering with a warily stride, Tris came beneath a large willow near the brook. She laid down eerily yet pleasantly clam. Darkness comforting her, seemly the willow trying to do the same with it's long arms extending as it swayed will no will of it's own but of the wind's.
Suddenly, a sound of a splash-a rock kicked into the brook abruptly shattered Tris's leisure. Alarmed she sat up straight as she realized who; an inborn resentment grew. Lionel Starwind; who was he to spy on her?
As the sudden movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, a genuine surprise came over his face-however, he quickly wiped it off before anyone noticed. Tris didn't it was dark. Lionel eyed her warily, "May I complement you on your 'flashy' dress?"
Tris burned, he meant her evident ankles. "May I complement you on your prying?" she retorted hotly. She vaguely thought she saw a faint smile. He threw a rock.
"Don't stop your dreaming on my account." Then with fake innocence he threw another rock, just to annoy her. "You won't forget your appointment?"
"What?" Tris asked before she could stop herself.
"At the Musya's temple. You, your friends, and I will be going there. We need to find out what has weaken it's shield and Musya's cage."
"Why would that concern us?"
"Because, you're the one who activated it. There's a reason that place in Blue Harbor is called 'Musya's', the god of Death and Eclipse, temple. In there, there are forbidden and abhorrent things that have been locked up for centuries. Like the Reaper of Eclipse," He said giving a example, "he was locked up in the temple and only with help and with many of the disc's in his possession can be freed."
"And obviously he was helped and was at least twice freed..." Tris said thinking out loud.
"Precisely," Lionel said confirming that her train of thought was right.
"What about the disc, do you have it?"
"Yes."
"Won't the Reaper..." try and get a hold of it, finished her thought but her spoken word faltered.
Lionel breathed in. "Yes," he said knowing her unspoken question. "He already has and will. Remember, nymph?"
Tris suddenly realizing the possibility of danger, felt air sucked out of her. It was moments like these where she didn't fret over petty nicknames. "When," was all she was able to ask.
"We need to go before Mid-Summer Day," he replied wistful. "On Mid-Summer Day is when a eclipse will happen. Something is bad bond to happen. Sneaking during Niko's funeral would be easiest." A distant look over came his face as he looked at some invisible darkness.
There was silence for a long moment. Tris was beginning to have that frightful prickly feeling that told her something unpleasant was going to happen. "We would be missed," she finally said.
"It's more than dead and necromancy that is hidden in that temple," he softly said, in contrast to his sudden harden eyes. "If we don't act soon it will be more than just us who will be missed."
Looking away from his distant object, he smirked and continued: "I am sure, though, that a pretty, wild nymph with bare ankles would be easily noticed missing."
Tris scowled. "Do your petty flattering with some fine fair lady who sticks to two subjects: the weather and health," she said to Lionel not deeply disturbed but with a business tone. He seemed to think he could pick up girl like he could a pebble. "It doesn't work for me."
"Weather and health are too dull for me," he said with a laughter undertone in his voice. Tris saw Lionel's smile in the darkness. "Would a kiss work for you?"
He didn't wait for a answer but brushed his lips where Tris's curly red hair and white skin converged. Before Tris could recover and curse him with words she learned from sailors Lionel made a clean get away. Leaving her fuming in fury.
~~~
Briar was walking in the garden. He needed to rest his mind for he couldn't rest because of a certain someone. Sneaking down to the garden rested his mind; plants reached for him constantly trying to sooth him, trying to find out what perturbed him so.
All they could sense was the mixture of feelings that seemed uncomfortable to them. Briar knew no one could know about the delight-even for him at first he felt uncomfortable and confused. But he, Briar Moss-Thiefboy, was in love and knew it.
For once Briar needed to be outside with the cool night air but away from all the plants trying to reach for him, calling him. Perhaps he could go to the little brook that ran on the other side of the large garden.
Walking he heard voices. Two of them. What were two people doing in the garden in this time of the night? He strained to hear.
"-Remember nymph?" Lionel's voice.
His heart stopped. Nymph. Coppercurls-?
No, please no.
"We would be missed," says a clear, pleasant voice, Trisana's.
Missed? Briar looked over the tall rose bush that he hid behind. There was Tris, her back to Briar and Lionel looking faraway saying something in a deep soft voice which Briar's sharp ears didn't pick up. Lionel turns and says in his low, monotonous, flirting voice: "I am sure, though, that a pretty, wild nymph with bare ankles would be easily noticed missing."
"Do your petty flattering with some fine fair lady who sticks to two subjects: the weather and health. It doesn't work for me."
"Weather and health are too dull for me." Smiling he says, "Would a kiss work for you?" As he started to bend down Briar watched with a dry mouth. Suddenly his tongue felt like sandpaper, time seemed to freeze-Tris didn't protest. In a second it was done but to Briar it felt a life time. Lionel left.
Briar was oddly grateful that Tris's back was turned toward him. He wouldn't have to see her blush with happiness, though his imagination was a good substitute-too good.
So with broken pride and most of all a broken heart, he walked away.
How he hated this garden! What did he do-what didn't he do to earn her affection, her smile, her blush-her kiss!? How he hated himself!
With a tear full of loath he cudgel the ground with battered hands.
____________________________________________________________________________ ______
R2R
Jishoshojo~ I admire you. Your computer doesn't work but I just get plain ass grounded. TiGgEr~ OXOXOX-not really but you know what I mean right? Oh yeah great story! ^_* Clearbrook~ I LOVE YOU!!!! Oh daer best-friend I miss you sssssssoooooooooo!!!! (I'll check up on your stories if I can sneak on, LOLz) Anyanka~ WELL! I'm writing way faster. I wrote a little more than half of the chapter today in the early morning. Anyanka, be good to your word. I'll be waiting for you to update. (Watch, you probably did.) I envy you!!! Your such a great writer. ~_~ EloraCooper4~ No, your not suppose to trust him! I love/like you so much! Now I know what I have in mine is working! Keladry of Queenscove~ I am so glad! :*.*: If there is one thing I've learned from writing this it's how to write some fluff that is at least you can read and (maybe) understand. Lady Sandrilene~ LOLz! I didn't mean that! If you want it to work it can! Just about anyone can learn to care for just about anyone. Storm Mage~ ooooo! Thank you so muchie!! I am glad your enjoying this. The comment about my writing is so niceie. Sakura Kuonji~ lol, thanx I'll take up the offer later I have to sneak on the internet to post this up, I can't wait I hop you understando. Gliniel de Silva Malfoy+Wood~ LOLOLz-HAHAHA, heh, heh! Everybody is hating on Sandry huh? You'll probably hate me after this chapter. Priestess of the Storm~ LOLz. You hate me don't you? Don't answer that. I love this chappie.
Zakyu: Oh shut up.
Muslima: Don't say that.
Zakyu: OK, up shut.
...U_U.....