Disclaimer: I don't own anything, expect the plot.
Summary: When on his travels Briar is given a choice, turn back to his
thieving ways or loose the only one he has ever truly loved. When he turns
down the offer he will do anything in his power to protect those whom he
loves.
The Threat of a Love Ch. 5
Briar sat at the table for a moment longer. What had he just done? He stayed there and had a one way staring contest with the wall. Did I just-? I did! Oh gods, I just- He thought in a panic. His hands nervously tore up the napkin which Sandry had used to place her mug on. What was I thinking? He wondered to himself. He sat there and stared at the pile of paper in front of him. You were thinking that you've wanted to do that for a while now said a voice in his head.
"No!" Briar denied, and realized he had spoken out loud. He stood up abruptly, causing his chair to crash behind him, and tore out of the cabin after Sandry.
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Sandry ran. She had no clue what happened in there, but knew that at the moment she needed to be as far from Briar as possible. She ran around the back of the cottage and sat on a small stone which was concealed by the lazy branches of a weeping willow. Sandry sat on the rock, her head in her hands, trying to place what had happened. She had been yelling at him, crying, upset that he wouldn't tell her what was going on. Briar had been shaking her trying to get her to stop, trying to get her to listen. But she wouldn't, she kept yelling and her tears stained her tanned cheeks. Then all of a sudden, she could no longer move her lips- something was stopping them. She realized it was Briar, he had.. he had kissed her. She had pulled away and stared at him for a moment; she saw Briars mouth open to say something, but she couldn't hear him, she had run.
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Briar rushed around the grounds of Winding Circle, desperately searching for any sign of Sandry. He meandered from the loom house, to the kitchens to the baths and found them all deserted. He walked around the top of the wall, longing to find her, but once again came up empty handed. As he descended the ladder and walked towards the cottage he realized he could check one more place. The willow, he thought to himself she loves it there. It was true. Sandry loved to spend her afternoons, working on clothing sitting under the shade of the tree. As he got closer to the tree, Briar realized Sandry was not there. Pushing aside the branches, he sat on the rock, which was still warm from Sandry's presence. He sat there for a moment and then decided to see if Sandry had made her way back to the cottage.
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Sandry quietly climbed off the rock and headed back to the cottage. She didn't have permission to be out, and she didn't want Lark or Rosethorn to find her missing. As she wandered back, she began to wonder where Briar was and if he even knew she was missing. Of course he knows you missing, you ran out right in front of him part of her argued. Whether or not he cares; well. that's a different story. Sandry slid in through the door and quietly entered the room. She saw no sign of Briar. In a way- a guilty way- she was relieved: after what happened, she wanted to just try and sleep. Stumbling into her room, she lied down on her bed and fell into a restless sleep.
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Briar slipped into the cottage through the back door. He quietly crept to Sandry's room and peered in, only to find her sound asleep on top of the covers. He stood on the thresh hold of her door, his eyes intent on her sleeping form. What he had done- it was wrong, very wrong. But he had moved on impulse, as a final attempt to silence Sandry, and look what it caused. Had he ruined his relationship with Sandry? Would they have a relationship as secure as the one they once had? These questions plagued Briar all through the night, causing him to toss and turn and to receive close to no sleep.
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Briar woke up late the next morning and stumbled into the kitchen, to find everyone seated at the table. He smiled sheepishly and took his seat. As the food came around he realized he really wasn't that hungry. He placed a fair amount of food into his plate as to ensure no suspicion would be aroused, but that did not mean he ate it. He caught Sandry's eye, who immediately looked away. Tris and Daja looked from Sandry to Briar then to each other. Daja shrugged and turn away from Tris, just as Frostpine came bursting through the door.
"Daja!" He cried "We're needed up north! We leave at mid-day." When he saw Daja's face fall he added, "Well don't worry lass, were only going for a few days! Besides, our young weather witch over there will be joining us, as well Niko." This helped to improve Daja's perspective on things but not by much.
"What will I need to bring along?" Daja asked.
He looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Just clothes and such." Daja nodded her head in acceptance and Frostpine turned to leave. The news wasn't good, but it was going to happen nonetheless. They cleared the table, did their chores and set off for the day.
After a comfortable lunch, the day went on as usual with the absence of Daja and Tris. They finished all daily work and spent time working in either their gardens, or, in Sandry's case, on new clothing. The four occupants left at Discipline sat down to dinner, everyone content with the days passing. As Sandry had a calm debate of the political issues in the east with Rosethorn, Briar and Lark sat in silence, listening to the two women argue.
"Well you can't honestly be blaming it on Strahrof, it's not his fault! Maybe if he got himself some proper advisors, he'd be better off," Sandry argued. Rosethorn stared at the girl in disbelief.
"You're kidding me. Strahrof doesn't need better advisors, he needs to remove his head from his rear, and realize his country is in trouble." Sandry opened her mouth in retort, but never got the chance to speak, for at that exact moment, there was a light knocking at the door.
"We'll finish this later." Rosethorn said as she stood up and followed Lark to the door. As the door was slowly pulled open, neither like what they saw.
"It's happened hasn't it?" Lark asked quietly. The man at the door dressed in black shook his head vigorously.
"Not quite. There's still a chance, but your presence is requested immediately." Lark nodded her head sullenly.
"We shall pack our items and we will be on our way. Now I request that you proceed immediately to Dictate Crane and relay the message you just gave us to him, as his help will be needed." The messenger, with out any further actions, turned and immediately ran in the direction of Cranes location.
Lark sighed, "I can't believe it happening already. She's so young." With a final breath she retreated to her room, as did Rosethorn. The two women left two very disgruntled and confused children in their wake.
"What's going on?" Sandry asked quietly, the first word she'd spoken to him all meal. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at the door in which Lark had disappeared.
He finally voiced his answer. "I don't know." Sandry's head snapped in his direction, as if she had forgotten he was there.
"Excuse me," she whispered awkwardly, before wandering into the door in which Lark had gone though.
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"Lark?" Sandry said quietly, standing in the frame of the door. Lark glanced up from where she had been throwing different articles of clothing and other objects Sandry didn't recognize into a small fabric bag.
"Yes my dear?" she responded, not even glancing up to look at Sandry.
"What's going on?" Lark looked up and breathed a deep sigh.
"Nothing, its nothing you need to worry yourself with at this moment." Sandry wrinkled her nose up.
"But if its trouble, maybe I can help," she offered. Lark stepped forward and placed her arm around Sandry's shoulders.
"You, my young stitch witch." she said, using Sandry's nickname. "Can help by clearing the table, and dealing with any problems you may have, while Rosethorn and I deal with this newly raised issue." Lark hinted, noting the uncomfortable silence between the young witch and Briar at lunch. Sandry blushed and nodded her head before exiting the room and retiring to her own.
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Briar stood where he was, and watched Sandry's hair bounce as she walked out of the kitchen, following Lark. Briar was angry, very angry. Not with Sandry, but with himself. He sat down in his chair and swore to himself, things between him and Sandry. they'd never be the same.
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Oh my god. I'm amazed, I'm absolutely amazed. I haven't updated at all in. what 3 or 4 months. Yet I still got the odd review here and there. Now, I was thinking about not continuing this story, but something just pushed me and well.. Here's Ch 5. I hope u like it! Thanks so much
HELLS ANGEL
The Threat of a Love Ch. 5
Briar sat at the table for a moment longer. What had he just done? He stayed there and had a one way staring contest with the wall. Did I just-? I did! Oh gods, I just- He thought in a panic. His hands nervously tore up the napkin which Sandry had used to place her mug on. What was I thinking? He wondered to himself. He sat there and stared at the pile of paper in front of him. You were thinking that you've wanted to do that for a while now said a voice in his head.
"No!" Briar denied, and realized he had spoken out loud. He stood up abruptly, causing his chair to crash behind him, and tore out of the cabin after Sandry.
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Sandry ran. She had no clue what happened in there, but knew that at the moment she needed to be as far from Briar as possible. She ran around the back of the cottage and sat on a small stone which was concealed by the lazy branches of a weeping willow. Sandry sat on the rock, her head in her hands, trying to place what had happened. She had been yelling at him, crying, upset that he wouldn't tell her what was going on. Briar had been shaking her trying to get her to stop, trying to get her to listen. But she wouldn't, she kept yelling and her tears stained her tanned cheeks. Then all of a sudden, she could no longer move her lips- something was stopping them. She realized it was Briar, he had.. he had kissed her. She had pulled away and stared at him for a moment; she saw Briars mouth open to say something, but she couldn't hear him, she had run.
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Briar rushed around the grounds of Winding Circle, desperately searching for any sign of Sandry. He meandered from the loom house, to the kitchens to the baths and found them all deserted. He walked around the top of the wall, longing to find her, but once again came up empty handed. As he descended the ladder and walked towards the cottage he realized he could check one more place. The willow, he thought to himself she loves it there. It was true. Sandry loved to spend her afternoons, working on clothing sitting under the shade of the tree. As he got closer to the tree, Briar realized Sandry was not there. Pushing aside the branches, he sat on the rock, which was still warm from Sandry's presence. He sat there for a moment and then decided to see if Sandry had made her way back to the cottage.
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Sandry quietly climbed off the rock and headed back to the cottage. She didn't have permission to be out, and she didn't want Lark or Rosethorn to find her missing. As she wandered back, she began to wonder where Briar was and if he even knew she was missing. Of course he knows you missing, you ran out right in front of him part of her argued. Whether or not he cares; well. that's a different story. Sandry slid in through the door and quietly entered the room. She saw no sign of Briar. In a way- a guilty way- she was relieved: after what happened, she wanted to just try and sleep. Stumbling into her room, she lied down on her bed and fell into a restless sleep.
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Briar slipped into the cottage through the back door. He quietly crept to Sandry's room and peered in, only to find her sound asleep on top of the covers. He stood on the thresh hold of her door, his eyes intent on her sleeping form. What he had done- it was wrong, very wrong. But he had moved on impulse, as a final attempt to silence Sandry, and look what it caused. Had he ruined his relationship with Sandry? Would they have a relationship as secure as the one they once had? These questions plagued Briar all through the night, causing him to toss and turn and to receive close to no sleep.
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Briar woke up late the next morning and stumbled into the kitchen, to find everyone seated at the table. He smiled sheepishly and took his seat. As the food came around he realized he really wasn't that hungry. He placed a fair amount of food into his plate as to ensure no suspicion would be aroused, but that did not mean he ate it. He caught Sandry's eye, who immediately looked away. Tris and Daja looked from Sandry to Briar then to each other. Daja shrugged and turn away from Tris, just as Frostpine came bursting through the door.
"Daja!" He cried "We're needed up north! We leave at mid-day." When he saw Daja's face fall he added, "Well don't worry lass, were only going for a few days! Besides, our young weather witch over there will be joining us, as well Niko." This helped to improve Daja's perspective on things but not by much.
"What will I need to bring along?" Daja asked.
He looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Just clothes and such." Daja nodded her head in acceptance and Frostpine turned to leave. The news wasn't good, but it was going to happen nonetheless. They cleared the table, did their chores and set off for the day.
After a comfortable lunch, the day went on as usual with the absence of Daja and Tris. They finished all daily work and spent time working in either their gardens, or, in Sandry's case, on new clothing. The four occupants left at Discipline sat down to dinner, everyone content with the days passing. As Sandry had a calm debate of the political issues in the east with Rosethorn, Briar and Lark sat in silence, listening to the two women argue.
"Well you can't honestly be blaming it on Strahrof, it's not his fault! Maybe if he got himself some proper advisors, he'd be better off," Sandry argued. Rosethorn stared at the girl in disbelief.
"You're kidding me. Strahrof doesn't need better advisors, he needs to remove his head from his rear, and realize his country is in trouble." Sandry opened her mouth in retort, but never got the chance to speak, for at that exact moment, there was a light knocking at the door.
"We'll finish this later." Rosethorn said as she stood up and followed Lark to the door. As the door was slowly pulled open, neither like what they saw.
"It's happened hasn't it?" Lark asked quietly. The man at the door dressed in black shook his head vigorously.
"Not quite. There's still a chance, but your presence is requested immediately." Lark nodded her head sullenly.
"We shall pack our items and we will be on our way. Now I request that you proceed immediately to Dictate Crane and relay the message you just gave us to him, as his help will be needed." The messenger, with out any further actions, turned and immediately ran in the direction of Cranes location.
Lark sighed, "I can't believe it happening already. She's so young." With a final breath she retreated to her room, as did Rosethorn. The two women left two very disgruntled and confused children in their wake.
"What's going on?" Sandry asked quietly, the first word she'd spoken to him all meal. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at the door in which Lark had disappeared.
He finally voiced his answer. "I don't know." Sandry's head snapped in his direction, as if she had forgotten he was there.
"Excuse me," she whispered awkwardly, before wandering into the door in which Lark had gone though.
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"Lark?" Sandry said quietly, standing in the frame of the door. Lark glanced up from where she had been throwing different articles of clothing and other objects Sandry didn't recognize into a small fabric bag.
"Yes my dear?" she responded, not even glancing up to look at Sandry.
"What's going on?" Lark looked up and breathed a deep sigh.
"Nothing, its nothing you need to worry yourself with at this moment." Sandry wrinkled her nose up.
"But if its trouble, maybe I can help," she offered. Lark stepped forward and placed her arm around Sandry's shoulders.
"You, my young stitch witch." she said, using Sandry's nickname. "Can help by clearing the table, and dealing with any problems you may have, while Rosethorn and I deal with this newly raised issue." Lark hinted, noting the uncomfortable silence between the young witch and Briar at lunch. Sandry blushed and nodded her head before exiting the room and retiring to her own.
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Briar stood where he was, and watched Sandry's hair bounce as she walked out of the kitchen, following Lark. Briar was angry, very angry. Not with Sandry, but with himself. He sat down in his chair and swore to himself, things between him and Sandry. they'd never be the same.
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Oh my god. I'm amazed, I'm absolutely amazed. I haven't updated at all in. what 3 or 4 months. Yet I still got the odd review here and there. Now, I was thinking about not continuing this story, but something just pushed me and well.. Here's Ch 5. I hope u like it! Thanks so much
HELLS ANGEL