A/N: A simple Briar and Tris drabble that was screaming to be written And no, I do not own the characters, end of story
---- Of Sense and Kisses ----
"Coppercurls!"
There was that voice again, intruding upon the pictures she had formed in the novel she was reading. A snap indicated the closing of the book, her finger keeping her place, and she looked up into the grinning face of one Briar Moss.
"What is it now?" She asked in annoyance. "I'm in the middle of my book!"
Trisana Chandler glared at her foster brother as he passed her an impish smile. The two were located in Rosethorn's small workshop at the Discipline, the Dedicate placing them the task of shredding the bark that made Willowbark tea. It was dreadfully boring work, and Tris had taken a break from it by escaping amid the pages of her newest novel.
"I was just wondering what type of book you're reading now." Briar said, eyeing the cover to try and figure out the essence of the book from the title alone. "The Passion on Moon Lake makes me think of a romance story, but certainly you're not reading one of those."
There was a teasing note in his voice and Tris blushed a faint pink. The one time she picks up a romance novel was the time that one of her siblings caught her. However, her embarrassment did not last long. "It's no business of yours as to pry into what books I read." She snapped, opening her book and disappearing behind it once more. "Stick your neb into someone else's business."
Silence followed her
words, though Briar did not return to his task. Instead he propped
his elbow on the table he was working at it and rested his chin in
his hand, looking at Tris with mild amusement. Ever since he had
learnt how to read from her, he found himself to be an avid bookworm
himself. However, Tris's dedication to the leather-bound pages was
far larger than his.
After a few minutes of his looking at her,
Tris peeked over the top of her book. "It's not polite to stare."
She said, anger touching her voice. She was taller than him at the
moment, she sitting on the stool, but that didn't keep Briar from
edging around behind her to look at the pages.
"'He leaned down towards her, breath showing in the frosty air. 'I love you,' said he, 'I love you more than the sky and the moon, and even the sun itself.' She did not respond. Taking advantage of the silence, he leaned down and placed his lips firmly on hers…'" Briar recited from the worn pages before Tris snapped her book shut, not even bothering to save her page.
"Do you really have to do that?" She demanded cheeks now scarlet. "You haven't even read the whole book, that part won't make sense until –"
"Really Coppercurls," Briar said, returning to the shredding of the bark, an impish smile on his face. "How much sense does a kiss have to make?"
"Plenty, there's always something before a kiss for it to make sense. Like speaking, or a confession. If a kiss just came out of the blue, then it would hardly make sense." She came off of her stool to help Briar to help shred the bark. He gladly gave her a strip to work on before continuing with his task.
You've never kissed anyone before, have you? Came his silent question after a few minutes passed.
I'm sure that you haven't either. She retorted.
You'd be
surprised, Coppercurls. He replied. She looked up at him in
question. He shrugged his shoulders before continuing. Actually,
I'm sure that reading it couldn't be the same as the real
thing. And how do you know that? Read any good romance novels
lately? Yes, that excerpt from your book.
He left the room, leaving one very bewildered Tris behind, her fingers pressed to her lips, eyes wide.
---- Fin. ----
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