Hi.Um please don't kill me for not updating quickly.
Here goes.something.
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Briar still in shock from Sandry coming into his room, when his shock was started anew, Sandry had closed the door behind her. She walked into the room and looked around. His clothes from yesterday on the floor his shoes on two different sides of the room, his tree on its window shelf, then she nodded her head as approving of the state of the room. Finally, she took a seat his extra chair and crossed her legs. Today she wore a light cotton gown, which swished softly as she walked, and was a glowing and shifting blue color. It enchanted Briar as she sat there looking out the window. Her skin was tan and her hair was long, she was everything a guy could hope for. Sweat, Mannered, A mage, able to defend herself, honest, she had it all not to mention she was rich. Her being rich was just a bonus, I mean if they got married he could support her using his magic, or her could go back to being a thief.
--WAIT A SECOND.. MARRIAGE??? We aren't even courting, and she sure as heck wouldn't want to marry a disrespectable no-class street rat like me-
Briar was about to start having an argument with himself when Sandry spoke.
" Tell me about yourself Briar." Her voice was as soothing and calm as a cold glass of water on a hot day.
" What do you want to know?" he found himself asking, though he struggled to keep him voice as calm and collected as hers. She contemplated it for a second then answered.
" You know, I think I know enough about you.but it means a lot to me that you were willing to tell me about yourself." She gave him one of those similes, one of the ones that lit him for head to toes. She getting up when he realized that he wanted to ask her a question.
" What was it like in that room, all alone? It was have been pretty scary for you to be so scared of the dark." She dropped rather ungracefully back into the chair. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she swallowed it and gave him a carefully crafted smile. She knew that she had to do this, Briar had told them all about his past, so had Daja and Tris, Sandry was the only one who still kept hers a secret. She had told them the better parts but she always skipped over her days in her dark prison.
" It was so terrifying, it was so dark. I thought that it would be a day at the most that I would be in there. So when, what I thought was the first day was over, I was very scared. I tried to keep my hopes alive by guessing what was happening, naming all the member of my family, and sewing to the light of my lantern," Now Sandry's voice grew soft and she looked into the past, she wasn't in Briar's room anymore instead she was in the dark storeroom of her nightmares (I think it was a storeroom, please correct me if I'm wrong.)
" I grew weak because I didn't have much food or any sunlight. The flame started to die, I called it into some rope, and every time I wavered or ran out of thread, it started to die. I was so scared, so alone; I had no one, and nothing. That was the moment I began to fear the dark because I didn't want to be alone" She stopped speaking now, tears ran down her cheeks and on to her hands, which she brought up to shield her face. Briar was shocked that she was crying, she had seen scary things in their times together the only other time he had seen her cry was during the earthquake. He walked toward her, compelled by his love for her, and his need for her to be happy. His arms slipped silently around her shaking thin shoulders, and her slowly drew her to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and wept, not small tears, but heart-wrenching sobs of fear, and loneliness. Briar pulled her closer, and moved her braids to one side of her head, then leaned down and whispered in her ear,
" Your not alone, I'll be with you forever. Because I love you."
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I hope you enjoyed that. Please read and review. BY THE WAY: BRIAR AND SANDRY AND THE OTHERS ARE LIKE 15 OKAY I KNOW THE TIME LINE DON'T FIT CORRECTLY BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO 11 YEAR-OLDS CONFESSING UNDYING LOVE TO ONE ANOTHER.
Briar still in shock from Sandry coming into his room, when his shock was started anew, Sandry had closed the door behind her. She walked into the room and looked around. His clothes from yesterday on the floor his shoes on two different sides of the room, his tree on its window shelf, then she nodded her head as approving of the state of the room. Finally, she took a seat his extra chair and crossed her legs. Today she wore a light cotton gown, which swished softly as she walked, and was a glowing and shifting blue color. It enchanted Briar as she sat there looking out the window. Her skin was tan and her hair was long, she was everything a guy could hope for. Sweat, Mannered, A mage, able to defend herself, honest, she had it all not to mention she was rich. Her being rich was just a bonus, I mean if they got married he could support her using his magic, or her could go back to being a thief.
--WAIT A SECOND.. MARRIAGE??? We aren't even courting, and she sure as heck wouldn't want to marry a disrespectable no-class street rat like me-
Briar was about to start having an argument with himself when Sandry spoke.
" Tell me about yourself Briar." Her voice was as soothing and calm as a cold glass of water on a hot day.
" What do you want to know?" he found himself asking, though he struggled to keep him voice as calm and collected as hers. She contemplated it for a second then answered.
" You know, I think I know enough about you.but it means a lot to me that you were willing to tell me about yourself." She gave him one of those similes, one of the ones that lit him for head to toes. She getting up when he realized that he wanted to ask her a question.
" What was it like in that room, all alone? It was have been pretty scary for you to be so scared of the dark." She dropped rather ungracefully back into the chair. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she swallowed it and gave him a carefully crafted smile. She knew that she had to do this, Briar had told them all about his past, so had Daja and Tris, Sandry was the only one who still kept hers a secret. She had told them the better parts but she always skipped over her days in her dark prison.
" It was so terrifying, it was so dark. I thought that it would be a day at the most that I would be in there. So when, what I thought was the first day was over, I was very scared. I tried to keep my hopes alive by guessing what was happening, naming all the member of my family, and sewing to the light of my lantern," Now Sandry's voice grew soft and she looked into the past, she wasn't in Briar's room anymore instead she was in the dark storeroom of her nightmares (I think it was a storeroom, please correct me if I'm wrong.)
" I grew weak because I didn't have much food or any sunlight. The flame started to die, I called it into some rope, and every time I wavered or ran out of thread, it started to die. I was so scared, so alone; I had no one, and nothing. That was the moment I began to fear the dark because I didn't want to be alone" She stopped speaking now, tears ran down her cheeks and on to her hands, which she brought up to shield her face. Briar was shocked that she was crying, she had seen scary things in their times together the only other time he had seen her cry was during the earthquake. He walked toward her, compelled by his love for her, and his need for her to be happy. His arms slipped silently around her shaking thin shoulders, and her slowly drew her to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and wept, not small tears, but heart-wrenching sobs of fear, and loneliness. Briar pulled her closer, and moved her braids to one side of her head, then leaned down and whispered in her ear,
" Your not alone, I'll be with you forever. Because I love you."
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I hope you enjoyed that. Please read and review. BY THE WAY: BRIAR AND SANDRY AND THE OTHERS ARE LIKE 15 OKAY I KNOW THE TIME LINE DON'T FIT CORRECTLY BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO 11 YEAR-OLDS CONFESSING UNDYING LOVE TO ONE ANOTHER.