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FIC: Breaking the Rules (SotL)
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schiarire
TITLE: Breaking the Rules
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
RATING: PG
WORDS: 509
DISCLAIMER: All characters and situations belong to Tamora Pierce, I’m just playing.
NOTES: This was written backwards. So maybe it makes more sense to read it backwards because you are, in fact, reading it the right way round. Or you could read it the right way 'round, which is actually backwards. Take your pick.
fin.
So, insanity really does run in the Trebond family, after all.
Thom-the-girl just raises an eyebrow and answers, haven’t decided, yet - I think the dress suits me, don’t you think? Alanna-the-boy laughs, once, and says, don’t forget we’re breaking the rules like this only once. Alanna grins and rests her hand on her sword-hilt and Thom just has a hidden a smile as he picks up his skirts to keep them from getting dirty. They point and look at the Trebond twins, both red-haired and violet-eyed and don’t ask why the sorcerer brother wears a sword, or the young knight a dress. So people stare as the pair stroll into the market place, arm-in-arm and looking like right pair of Court butterflies.
Well, he passed the Masters Ordeals. And the lad? The girl, now, she killed the Duke. Except that one hears stories, oh yes.
Pretty enough to be a problem. He was pretty, that was his problem. Her brother, too, if he didn’t stare at people as if they were there, but he didn’t want them to be and had the power to make them vanish. People might discount her, for being a girl and pretty when she scrubbed up. Her best feature by far was that she looked like her brother. Pale skin, red hair and those unusual violet eyes. Not bad-looking, when all was said and done. Well, stocky. The girl? At least the boy was, under the beard. The twins were dreadfully pretty. Maybe there were a few too many knowing smirks after that.
(And that is the most fucked-up thing ever, so he blushes as her lips twitch and she calls him ‘Thombelina’. A violet dress, one of Alanna’s own so when he looks in the mirror after it is all done Thom just sees Thom in a violet dress with his sister-the-boy standing next to him with a grin. He is wearing a dress. She looks the same; breasts bound flat and feet firmly grounded in male masquerade and boots. Without speaking, they move other to the mirror and Thom cannot help but gasp. Thom doesn’t answer; just touches his hair and pull up the cloak. ‘Beauty is pain’, Alanna informs him with a heartless giggle that makes her seem, for a moment, like a girl. The ribbons are tight and Thom grips the bedpost as Alanna pulls them.)
The rustle of silk, the gasp as ribbons are tightened and more then a few giggled whispers of ‘should we?’ and ‘just a little bit of fun, dear sister, I promise’… After all, the sound effects were eyebrow raising. Or maybe they would.
Whatever you ask, dear sister.
Shut it and lose the beard.
Yes?
Thom?
But, come, Alanna. You are a knight. Knights don’t have to think.
Thinking.
Oh? What do you call it?
I’m not running
So, Alanna, wanna mess with the rules one more time before you run
So they wouldn’t be too surprised if they overhead this conversation. People knew this: insanity really does run in the Trebond family.
Breaking the Rules
schiarireTITLE: Breaking the Rules
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
RATING: PG
WORDS: 509
DISCLAIMER: All characters and situations belong to Tamora Pierce, I’m just playing.
NOTES: This was written backwards. So maybe it makes more sense to read it backwards because you are, in fact, reading it the right way round. Or you could read it the right way 'round, which is actually backwards. Take your pick.
fin.
So, insanity really does run in the Trebond family, after all.
Thom-the-girl just raises an eyebrow and answers, haven’t decided, yet - I think the dress suits me, don’t you think? Alanna-the-boy laughs, once, and says, don’t forget we’re breaking the rules like this only once. Alanna grins and rests her hand on her sword-hilt and Thom just has a hidden a smile as he picks up his skirts to keep them from getting dirty. They point and look at the Trebond twins, both red-haired and violet-eyed and don’t ask why the sorcerer brother wears a sword, or the young knight a dress. So people stare as the pair stroll into the market place, arm-in-arm and looking like right pair of Court butterflies.
Well, he passed the Masters Ordeals. And the lad? The girl, now, she killed the Duke. Except that one hears stories, oh yes.
Pretty enough to be a problem. He was pretty, that was his problem. Her brother, too, if he didn’t stare at people as if they were there, but he didn’t want them to be and had the power to make them vanish. People might discount her, for being a girl and pretty when she scrubbed up. Her best feature by far was that she looked like her brother. Pale skin, red hair and those unusual violet eyes. Not bad-looking, when all was said and done. Well, stocky. The girl? At least the boy was, under the beard. The twins were dreadfully pretty. Maybe there were a few too many knowing smirks after that.
(And that is the most fucked-up thing ever, so he blushes as her lips twitch and she calls him ‘Thombelina’. A violet dress, one of Alanna’s own so when he looks in the mirror after it is all done Thom just sees Thom in a violet dress with his sister-the-boy standing next to him with a grin. He is wearing a dress. She looks the same; breasts bound flat and feet firmly grounded in male masquerade and boots. Without speaking, they move other to the mirror and Thom cannot help but gasp. Thom doesn’t answer; just touches his hair and pull up the cloak. ‘Beauty is pain’, Alanna informs him with a heartless giggle that makes her seem, for a moment, like a girl. The ribbons are tight and Thom grips the bedpost as Alanna pulls them.)
The rustle of silk, the gasp as ribbons are tightened and more then a few giggled whispers of ‘should we?’ and ‘just a little bit of fun, dear sister, I promise’… After all, the sound effects were eyebrow raising. Or maybe they would.
Whatever you ask, dear sister.
Shut it and lose the beard.
Yes?
Thom?
But, come, Alanna. You are a knight. Knights don’t have to think.
Thinking.
Oh? What do you call it?
I’m not running
So, Alanna, wanna mess with the rules one more time before you run
So they wouldn’t be too surprised if they overhead this conversation. People knew this: insanity really does run in the Trebond family.