So, since I can kinda bend my arm again--

[taennyn]

This journal is currently accepting sparks.

Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.


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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
"struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat." (Donel and Ruadhan)
"Mountain combing" (Donel)
"at least, that's the way *I* remember it -" (Ulysse, Donel, Hernén and Ruadhan)
"since last we danced" (Fintain & Katerina of Autumn)
"Let me see it?" (Fintain and wee!Hazel)


Deaths:
West by north
"the grey of the gloaming" (Ricard & the Morrigan)
war paint (The Morrigan)
To Charm a Firearm (Julian De'Ath & the Morrigan)
craving (The Morrigan)


Herding the Witches' Horses:
"Talking airlock" (Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Khenbish)
"beads in the hair" (Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Khenbish)
"accents of gold and black (Falcons' Feathers, Irina)
this house, it is not well (Vasilisa)
"Unfortunate blade placement" (Sinclair)
Luminescence (Sinclair)


Unknown:
restlessly looking outside when there's work to be done inside.
"Wizard-in-a-box"

Comments

"struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat." - Trickwood, Ruadhan & Donel

[taennyn]

"Aww, flood and fire," he heard Ruadhan mutter as he struggled out of his coat, and Donel couldn't help but look up, over the heads of the wolves he'd been talking to.

His brother was new-returned, and while his horse looked fine, and so did the people behind him, Ruadhan looked tired and grouchy.

The ragged stubble along his cheeks didn't help, of course--never did, both of them grew terrible beards even when they actually tried instead of just neglecting to deal with it--but it wasn't until Donel realised that Ruadhan hadn't shed a guitar case along with the sword on his belt and the rifle tucked into his saddle gear that he started to worry.

Ruadhan, apparently oblivious to the scrutiny, had turned the left sleeve of his coat inside out and was muttering too softly to hear at the massive gap in the lining the motion had revealed.

The wolf whose head he was looking right over rumbled a reminder, and Donel looked back down at her, smiling with just a little apology curled into the corners. "You were saying?" he prompted, and set his brother mentally aside for a while.

Several hours later, he found Ruadhan sitting near a fire, a couple of magelights tied to a staked-down treebranch next to his brother's neatly piled gear.

He dropped himself down next to his brother, deliberately as easy as any of the wolves, and Ruadhan didn't startle until he happened to glance over as he finished a ragged stitch.

Donel quirked a smile, and Ruadhan relaxed, scowled back down at his handiwork. He'd found a patch to replace the ripped fabric--probably politely begged off someone else's sewing kit, the same way he'd found needle and saffron-dyed thread--but his stitches left a lot to be desired. He wasn't bleeding, but Donel was willing to be it was only because he'd wished his skin sturdy enough to withstand an accidental jab.

Failing that, that his guitar callouses really were just that thick.

"Here," he said, reaching over, "I got roped into helping make repairs after that windstorm we had."

Ruadhan surrendered his coat with slightly less fighting than Donel had expected, and he automatically reached down to his other side once his hands were empty.

Froze for just a moment--just long enough to notice, if you knew what you were looking for--as his hand closed on air instead of guitar case, then leaned back, propping his elbows on his saddle and staring into the fire.

"Thanks," he said eventually, and Donel hummed a noncommittal reply ans he carefully folded an edge under before starting to stitch it down into place.

"Bad day?"

"Bad week," Ruadhan corrected, then shifted his weight so he could reach his left arm up over his head to mime shielding himself. "Coat couldn't keep up with me."

"Lining the only casualty?" Donel asked, then realised how that could be interpreted, and bit down on the tip of his tongue.

Ruadhan huffed a rough laugh, resettling himself before whispering a tiny spell that fanned the flames in front of him higher. "Nobody's bleeding," he said, "just bad luck and bad timing."

"Ah," Donel said, turning a corner in the patch job and noticing a collection of scratch marks on the outer side of the coat. Given it was good sturdy manticore leather, he was a little impressed.

He'd bring wine next time, see if he could get the actual story without having to pry delicately at the edges of his brother's temper.

Re: "struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat." - Trickwood, Ruadhan & Donel

[zero_pixel_count]

...the constant nagging 'uh, where's the guitar' worry. I do love the way they work together.

Re: "struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat." - Trickwood, Ruadhan & Donel

[billradish.livejournal.com]

<3 Caring. But not caring too much, or too obviously, or obnoxiously, or...

Also? Augh. Want to know what happened to the guitar. =(

Re: "struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat." - Trickwood, Ruadhan & Donel

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

aw, no, not the guitar.
it sucks not to be have the correct permissions to show concern. =p

Re: "struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat." - Trickwood, Ruadhan & Donel

[taennyn]

Theirs is an occasionally complicated relationship, yes.