Title: Faith
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Brighid (Ruadhan, Donnel & Aifiric)
Prompt: 028 "Children"
Word Count: 163
Rating: G
Notes: vaguely sparked by the memory of my brother accidentally giving my mother a black eye when he was very small.
The Bruise was finally fading, from a deep purple-black to a jaundiced green, the edges of boy-sized finger marks blurring away.
She hadn’t screamed, or cursed (though when she did curse it was a memorable occasion, soft clear precise language detailing exactly what she thought) when it happened. Just made a small pained hissing noise through her teeth, which was somehow worse than a scream might have been. It had taken her son a moment to realize that the pained noise was his fault, and so the Bruise was that much deeper.
She also hadn’t let either her husband or her older son lecture him about it—though there hadn’t been much she could do about the glares that came his way whenever they spotted the Bruise under the edge of her sleeve.
To her younger son, she’d said only that some people were more fragile than others, and to all three she’d said that next time, he would remember, and be more careful.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Brighid (Ruadhan, Donnel & Aifiric)
Prompt: 028 "Children"
Word Count: 163
Rating: G
Notes: vaguely sparked by the memory of my brother accidentally giving my mother a black eye when he was very small.
The Bruise was finally fading, from a deep purple-black to a jaundiced green, the edges of boy-sized finger marks blurring away.
She hadn’t screamed, or cursed (though when she did curse it was a memorable occasion, soft clear precise language detailing exactly what she thought) when it happened. Just made a small pained hissing noise through her teeth, which was somehow worse than a scream might have been. It had taken her son a moment to realize that the pained noise was his fault, and so the Bruise was that much deeper.
She also hadn’t let either her husband or her older son lecture him about it—though there hadn’t been much she could do about the glares that came his way whenever they spotted the Bruise under the edge of her sleeve.
To her younger son, she’d said only that some people were more fragile than others, and to all three she’d said that next time, he would remember, and be more careful.
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:24 pm (UTC)From:The piece gives a definite sense of the perpetual threat she lives under, even if it's a very suspended one. None of the men or boys in her life have to DECIDE to hurt or damage her; a momentary lapse would be more than sufficient.
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:37 pm (UTC)From:Brighid gave lots of people heart attacks over the years. On both sides of the strength divide.