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tamingthemuseTitle: Bird in Flight.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Despair
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Rurik thinks about his love for Saya. Continued from previous prompt posts.
“She said she shall despair over me.” Saya grinned as she brought the goblet to her lips. Rurik shook his head and couldn’t hold back a smile.
“But of course. You’ve chased off every tutor we’ve ever had. If you’re not careful, Lord Rawlins will kick the both of us out. Then what?”
She shrugged. “I doubt Merlin will let him kick us out. At least, you. You’re too good with that pole of yours.”
“Lance.”
“Stick.”
“Javelin.”
“Whatever. Anyway, you’re safe as long as you keep up your good work.” She finished off the cool drink and stood. There were a group of young ladies standing around the well, giggling and blushing prettily at the young knights.
Saya scowled. “Does the lord really want me to be like that? I mean, really?”
Rurik followed her gaze then pictured her in a softly flowing dress, her hair combed and hidden away properly, tiny slippers on her feet. She would be beautiful. With a sneaking glance, he thought that she was beautiful now, wild hair and ripped skirt with mud on her cheek.
“I suppose that’s what old lords want in ladies.”
She snorted. “I’m not a lady. I don’t even know who my parents are. Nobody does.”
“Saya,” he protested, but she held up a hand and smiled.
“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Even when the others laugh at you?”
She grinned and he was reminded of a wolf’s grin. It was just as startling. “Even then. They don’t bother me, not as long as I have you and Merlin with me. You’re my family.”
Rurik hid his frown by bringing his cup up to his lips and avoided her gaze. His eyes were stinging and he had to swallow hard before he could even thing about looking back at her.
Family?
Was that what they were?
It was him that despaired over her. She was so oblivious, but that was something he had always liked about her. She was like a forest fire, rampaging through life without a care for who or what was in her way.
That’s what had brought her to the lord’s attention, the reason she had been brought to the castle and given schooling. That’s what had brought her to Merlin’s attention.
She took to magic lessons as she did to everything else. With a tenacity that knew no bounds.
She was looking at the girls again, her lips down turned at the sides. He reached out to touch her hand, but stopped just short. He dropped his hand and wondered how long it would take before he broke and lost all hope of ever getting her to turn back and look at him as more than just family.
There was a clap that reminded him of thunder and they both jumped. Up the castle wall, far up past the lord’s manor’s tallest tower, Merlin was hanging out of his window, arms waiving at some bird in flight. Saya laughed and giggled.
Rurik stood and put his hand over his eyes to better see. “What’s he doing?”
“It looks like he’s angry. Lets go see!” She gathered her skirts above her knees and took off at a run. With her hair flying out behind her, she skirts muddy and hiked up, she was a hoyden and he knew that the lord had no chance of changing her.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Despair
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Rurik thinks about his love for Saya. Continued from previous prompt posts.
“She said she shall despair over me.” Saya grinned as she brought the goblet to her lips. Rurik shook his head and couldn’t hold back a smile.
“But of course. You’ve chased off every tutor we’ve ever had. If you’re not careful, Lord Rawlins will kick the both of us out. Then what?”
She shrugged. “I doubt Merlin will let him kick us out. At least, you. You’re too good with that pole of yours.”
“Lance.”
“Stick.”
“Javelin.”
“Whatever. Anyway, you’re safe as long as you keep up your good work.” She finished off the cool drink and stood. There were a group of young ladies standing around the well, giggling and blushing prettily at the young knights.
Saya scowled. “Does the lord really want me to be like that? I mean, really?”
Rurik followed her gaze then pictured her in a softly flowing dress, her hair combed and hidden away properly, tiny slippers on her feet. She would be beautiful. With a sneaking glance, he thought that she was beautiful now, wild hair and ripped skirt with mud on her cheek.
“I suppose that’s what old lords want in ladies.”
She snorted. “I’m not a lady. I don’t even know who my parents are. Nobody does.”
“Saya,” he protested, but she held up a hand and smiled.
“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Even when the others laugh at you?”
She grinned and he was reminded of a wolf’s grin. It was just as startling. “Even then. They don’t bother me, not as long as I have you and Merlin with me. You’re my family.”
Rurik hid his frown by bringing his cup up to his lips and avoided her gaze. His eyes were stinging and he had to swallow hard before he could even thing about looking back at her.
Family?
Was that what they were?
It was him that despaired over her. She was so oblivious, but that was something he had always liked about her. She was like a forest fire, rampaging through life without a care for who or what was in her way.
That’s what had brought her to the lord’s attention, the reason she had been brought to the castle and given schooling. That’s what had brought her to Merlin’s attention.
She took to magic lessons as she did to everything else. With a tenacity that knew no bounds.
She was looking at the girls again, her lips down turned at the sides. He reached out to touch her hand, but stopped just short. He dropped his hand and wondered how long it would take before he broke and lost all hope of ever getting her to turn back and look at him as more than just family.
There was a clap that reminded him of thunder and they both jumped. Up the castle wall, far up past the lord’s manor’s tallest tower, Merlin was hanging out of his window, arms waiving at some bird in flight. Saya laughed and giggled.
Rurik stood and put his hand over his eyes to better see. “What’s he doing?”
“It looks like he’s angry. Lets go see!” She gathered her skirts above her knees and took off at a run. With her hair flying out behind her, she skirts muddy and hiked up, she was a hoyden and he knew that the lord had no chance of changing her.
