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Title: the past is laughing
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; the second Ian, Madeleine, Jasmine
Prompt: 045 "Moon"
Word Count: 458
Rating: PG
Notes: not too long before this.
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klgaffney wanted more of Ian II. So. >.>
"Oh, for--" Madeleine scowled eloquently at the letter-bird perched on her nose, then shooed it off. She sat up, propped her book on the back of the couch, and flicked the bird across its paper beak, catching the paper as it flopped open. She sprawled more comfortably atop Jasmine, who was still half-reading her own book, and began at the beginning.
Ian noted idly that the cream-and-saffron paper contrasted interestingly with Madeleine’s dark skin, as he ran a coin up the length of his forearm, then experimented with flipping it over before rolling it back.
Retrieving the coin from the space between his folded-under foot and the side of the armchair to try again, he flipped it through his fingers a few times, getting the feel again.
"Ma dame Grand-mère Phoebe," said Madeleine, and Ian froze, coin balanced between his index finger and center, "Requests my presence for dinner, tea, and skewering."
She glanced up, then laughed at him, her teeth startlingly white against her skin. "Th’ skewering’s metaphorical, cousin--she hasn’t actually stabbed anybody recently."
"You think," amended Jasmine, still half-underneath Madeleine, then blinked over at Ian. "Tide’s stuck?"
". . pardon?"
"The moon’s na moving," she nodded to the forgotten coin atop his hand, very small smile pulling at the edge of her lip and the corners of her eyes. "Is the tide stuck?"
"If the tide’s depending on the flicks of his fingers, the sailors must be very talented indeed," Madeleine said, reaching down and poking at Jasmine’s ribs.
" . . . Phoebe leRoux’s still alive?" he asked slowly, hand still frozen in mid-flip.
Both women blinked at him, Madeleine’s hands half-under Jasmine’s heavy woven shirt and Jasmine poised to knee her cousin in the head.
" . . She’s not gone by tha’ surname in--"
"Thousand years?"
"More--before the second Queen. One and a half a'th' least, I think," Jasmine said in reply to Madeleine’s interruption, eyes unfocusing slightly as she thought, "She changed to 'Sabaey' when she married Grandfather and kept the name when she divorced him--tha' was more’n a hundred years before you were born."
"I’m all of ten years older than you are, you--" Madeleine said, starting to tickle again and getting the promised knee in the head, which catapulted her into Jasmine’s cleavage.
Unnoticed, the paper letter slid gently across the floor, then up the side of the chair to light on Ian’s knee.
The paper glowed faintly, spiderwebs of saffron and russet spilling over it to splash down past his crossed shins as he contemplated it, idly flipping the moon through his fingers.
By the time the tickle fight ended, the letter was back in its dropped place on the floor, and their much-younger cousin had disappeared.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; the second Ian, Madeleine, Jasmine
Prompt: 045 "Moon"
Word Count: 458
Rating: PG
Notes: not too long before this.
klgaffney wanted more of Ian II. So. >.>"Oh, for--" Madeleine scowled eloquently at the letter-bird perched on her nose, then shooed it off. She sat up, propped her book on the back of the couch, and flicked the bird across its paper beak, catching the paper as it flopped open. She sprawled more comfortably atop Jasmine, who was still half-reading her own book, and began at the beginning.
Ian noted idly that the cream-and-saffron paper contrasted interestingly with Madeleine’s dark skin, as he ran a coin up the length of his forearm, then experimented with flipping it over before rolling it back.
Retrieving the coin from the space between his folded-under foot and the side of the armchair to try again, he flipped it through his fingers a few times, getting the feel again.
"Ma dame Grand-mère Phoebe," said Madeleine, and Ian froze, coin balanced between his index finger and center, "Requests my presence for dinner, tea, and skewering."
She glanced up, then laughed at him, her teeth startlingly white against her skin. "Th’ skewering’s metaphorical, cousin--she hasn’t actually stabbed anybody recently."
"You think," amended Jasmine, still half-underneath Madeleine, then blinked over at Ian. "Tide’s stuck?"
". . pardon?"
"The moon’s na moving," she nodded to the forgotten coin atop his hand, very small smile pulling at the edge of her lip and the corners of her eyes. "Is the tide stuck?"
"If the tide’s depending on the flicks of his fingers, the sailors must be very talented indeed," Madeleine said, reaching down and poking at Jasmine’s ribs.
" . . . Phoebe leRoux’s still alive?" he asked slowly, hand still frozen in mid-flip.
Both women blinked at him, Madeleine’s hands half-under Jasmine’s heavy woven shirt and Jasmine poised to knee her cousin in the head.
" . . She’s not gone by tha’ surname in--"
"Thousand years?"
"More--before the second Queen. One and a half a'th' least, I think," Jasmine said in reply to Madeleine’s interruption, eyes unfocusing slightly as she thought, "She changed to 'Sabaey' when she married Grandfather and kept the name when she divorced him--tha' was more’n a hundred years before you were born."
"I’m all of ten years older than you are, you--" Madeleine said, starting to tickle again and getting the promised knee in the head, which catapulted her into Jasmine’s cleavage.
Unnoticed, the paper letter slid gently across the floor, then up the side of the chair to light on Ian’s knee.
The paper glowed faintly, spiderwebs of saffron and russet spilling over it to splash down past his crossed shins as he contemplated it, idly flipping the moon through his fingers.
By the time the tickle fight ended, the letter was back in its dropped place on the floor, and their much-younger cousin had disappeared.
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Date: 2006-10-18 02:53 pm (UTC)From:Doesn't require all that much flexibility, beyond the ability to bring your knee up roughly level with your shoulder.
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Date: 2006-10-18 05:20 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, more flexible than me, I think...
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Date: 2007-01-18 02:31 am (UTC)From:but you didn't actually see me do that.
[there's also just the random joy in that all of them together and comfortable and madeline (may we call her maddie?) and jasmine and *purrr.*]
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Date: 2007-01-18 03:13 pm (UTC)From:*snerk* Sure.