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FIC: Payback (SotL)
TITLE: Payback
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
RATING: PG
WORDS: 555
SUMMERY: A quick look into Delia and Thom's relationship, stretching all the way back to the convent.
It should be said that Thom didn’t like people. However, though he was only eleven, he was willing to put up with them to learn magic…no, wait, change that. Not people. Instead, he had to put up with girls.
Giggly, blushing, stupid girls.
(It should be mentioned here, in a side note, that Thom did not consider his twin Alanna to be a girl. He knew intellectually that she was, but if he commented she would have ducked him into the pond. And had done so in the past. Besides, she was his twin, and much better then the plaited twits he currently lived with.)
Still, he might have scared them away and been left in peace if it hadn’t been for one little reason: a short, skinny girl of about twelve with constantly messy plaits and a pair of huge bright-green eyes that always brightened whenever she saw Thom.
Delia of Eldorne.
It would be nice to say that these two proud, quick-thinking and sharp-tongued children were friends. It would be nice…but it would be false.
To say they didn’t get along would be understatement.
To say that their egos clashed would be putting it mildly.
To say that in those early years that Thom hated her would not even scrape the beginning of his feelings.
Pinches in the corridors (‘I just bumped into him, Sister. Honestly.’), chestnut curls turned green (‘I thought she would have wanted her hair to match her dress.’), magical texts found in the well (‘I was just looking at the pretty pictures with Cythera and I accidentally dropped it. I’m really sorry, I’m sure Dada could pay for a new one…I hope Thom won’t be too angry with me.’), embroidery set alight (‘She must have had it too close to the fire. Why do you think I had anything to do with it?’)…the list could and did go on for a long time. After all, there were two years’ worth of petty pranks and scathing insults by the imaginative and vindictive children.
The two years seemed to drag on for a decade for the boy, and the lack of Delia in the priests’ cloisters even made up for the fact that he still had to pretend stupid.
It would be five more years before the pair set eyes on each other again. Thom was just as arrogant as before, with a Master’s title behind him and a sorcerer’s career in front. Delia was still delicate and cruel, but now she had men fighting over her riding gloves and three years of Court games under her petticoats.
As much as he might consider the green-eyed flirt a mere annoyance, the formerly cloistered Thom hadn’t had a chance against her fluttering eyelashes and innocent insults. Despite the years, it was too easy to slip into the pattern of the convent, and Delia had always managed to bully Thom into doing what she wanted. Raising the dead, after all, was only a degree of difficulty away from conjuring ghosts.
It said something about Thom that, even with him dying as a direct result of the man, he still found her jealous anger as her once-dead lover turned his attention to him a rather beautiful and satisfying thing.
It might have even been called pay-back, had Thom been like that.
He was.
Fin.
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
RATING: PG
WORDS: 555
SUMMERY: A quick look into Delia and Thom's relationship, stretching all the way back to the convent.
It should be said that Thom didn’t like people. However, though he was only eleven, he was willing to put up with them to learn magic…no, wait, change that. Not people. Instead, he had to put up with girls.
Giggly, blushing, stupid girls.
(It should be mentioned here, in a side note, that Thom did not consider his twin Alanna to be a girl. He knew intellectually that she was, but if he commented she would have ducked him into the pond. And had done so in the past. Besides, she was his twin, and much better then the plaited twits he currently lived with.)
Still, he might have scared them away and been left in peace if it hadn’t been for one little reason: a short, skinny girl of about twelve with constantly messy plaits and a pair of huge bright-green eyes that always brightened whenever she saw Thom.
Delia of Eldorne.
It would be nice to say that these two proud, quick-thinking and sharp-tongued children were friends. It would be nice…but it would be false.
To say they didn’t get along would be understatement.
To say that their egos clashed would be putting it mildly.
To say that in those early years that Thom hated her would not even scrape the beginning of his feelings.
Pinches in the corridors (‘I just bumped into him, Sister. Honestly.’), chestnut curls turned green (‘I thought she would have wanted her hair to match her dress.’), magical texts found in the well (‘I was just looking at the pretty pictures with Cythera and I accidentally dropped it. I’m really sorry, I’m sure Dada could pay for a new one…I hope Thom won’t be too angry with me.’), embroidery set alight (‘She must have had it too close to the fire. Why do you think I had anything to do with it?’)…the list could and did go on for a long time. After all, there were two years’ worth of petty pranks and scathing insults by the imaginative and vindictive children.
The two years seemed to drag on for a decade for the boy, and the lack of Delia in the priests’ cloisters even made up for the fact that he still had to pretend stupid.
It would be five more years before the pair set eyes on each other again. Thom was just as arrogant as before, with a Master’s title behind him and a sorcerer’s career in front. Delia was still delicate and cruel, but now she had men fighting over her riding gloves and three years of Court games under her petticoats.
As much as he might consider the green-eyed flirt a mere annoyance, the formerly cloistered Thom hadn’t had a chance against her fluttering eyelashes and innocent insults. Despite the years, it was too easy to slip into the pattern of the convent, and Delia had always managed to bully Thom into doing what she wanted. Raising the dead, after all, was only a degree of difficulty away from conjuring ghosts.
It said something about Thom that, even with him dying as a direct result of the man, he still found her jealous anger as her once-dead lover turned his attention to him a rather beautiful and satisfying thing.
It might have even been called pay-back, had Thom been like that.
He was.
Fin.