Wild Roses fic prompt 061 "Winter"

[taennyn]

Title: winter
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Ruadhan
Prompt: 061 "Winter"
Word Count: 174
Rating: G
Notes: been stalled on how to continue this for quite some time. Will probably circle back and expand it, at some point. Set during Ruadhan’s three hundred years away from home.


"Poor night for stargazing," said the man when he got within easy conversation distance. Lifted his head within the cloak he wore, briefly displaying a flash of pale skin and a full coat beneath the cloak--enviable luxury, that--to look at the misting twilight sky. "Be a better night for a fireside and a cup of something mulled."

"I haven't got a fireside, m'lord" idiot, he didn't add, do I look like I've a fire to go home to?

"I do."

He gaped like a fish, then backed another couple of steps away, even farther from easy grabbing distance. "Best be on your way, then, m'lord? It'll rain harder before it clears."

" . . Oh, foxspit, boy." The man pulled off his cloak, showing a mass of dark hair, very blue eyes in the reflected light of the street-lanterns, and the lump of a wrapped instrument across his back. "I'm a bard, no predator." He threw the dampened cloth, hard enough to stagger slightly. "And it's a poor night for stargazing. Come share the fire."

Comments

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

Such an intriguing small sliver of a scene!

[taennyn]

I know how it ends--sorta--but hell if the words will line up between here and there. Will probably have to ask the kid here to share a bit more--the third-person's not helping.

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

I like how he says it as if being a bard precludes being a predator. It's an interesting touch.

[taennyn]

Yeah, it is. Especially since he hit *frustrated!* at the beginning of that paragraph.