Snippet - Take up your arms
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wilderthanFandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter five
Quality: Barely checked, will be tweaked
Characters: Bran, Barney, John, Will, Simon
"There's no need to lay blame on anyone. Let's just fix things."
"Take up your arms, then, my lord," Barney said. Bran looked up quickly, but there was no trace of irony or teasing in Barney's eyes. For a moment, nobody moved, and then John took the sword, still in its sheath and attached to its belt, and helped Bran put the belt on. Bran stood awkwardly, feeling strange at the weight of it around his waist. Eirias had never weighed so much -- but then, that sword had been meant by fate to be wielded by a boy, and so the world had worked with fate's design even if Gwyddno hadn't known who would take up the beauty he made.
"I feel ridiculous," he said, after a moment, because they were all looking at him, even staring -- apart from Simon, who stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground.
Barney grinned at him, not quite overcome by the solemn moment. "You look magnificent, which has to count for something, right?"
"It's a pity the best he can do is look magnificent and wave it around menacingly," Will said, and he was grinning too.
Simon shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Bran," he said, and then wished everyone hadn't turned to look at him. He took his hands out of his pockets and held one out to Bran. "I'm sorry about what happened. I... I've been a bit of an ass. I take it back, everything I said about... you know what I said. Call it even?"
Bran didn't hesitate, but took Simon's hand and shook it, holding on for a moment and looking into Simon's eyes. He didn't see any hesitance there, nor any disbelief, but a kind of determination more worthy of the Simon he remembered. He smiled at him. "Let's. I'm sorry about hitting you."
For: Loyalty chapter five
Quality: Barely checked, will be tweaked
Characters: Bran, Barney, John, Will, Simon
"There's no need to lay blame on anyone. Let's just fix things."
"Take up your arms, then, my lord," Barney said. Bran looked up quickly, but there was no trace of irony or teasing in Barney's eyes. For a moment, nobody moved, and then John took the sword, still in its sheath and attached to its belt, and helped Bran put the belt on. Bran stood awkwardly, feeling strange at the weight of it around his waist. Eirias had never weighed so much -- but then, that sword had been meant by fate to be wielded by a boy, and so the world had worked with fate's design even if Gwyddno hadn't known who would take up the beauty he made.
"I feel ridiculous," he said, after a moment, because they were all looking at him, even staring -- apart from Simon, who stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground.
Barney grinned at him, not quite overcome by the solemn moment. "You look magnificent, which has to count for something, right?"
"It's a pity the best he can do is look magnificent and wave it around menacingly," Will said, and he was grinning too.
Simon shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Bran," he said, and then wished everyone hadn't turned to look at him. He took his hands out of his pockets and held one out to Bran. "I'm sorry about what happened. I... I've been a bit of an ass. I take it back, everything I said about... you know what I said. Call it even?"
Bran didn't hesitate, but took Simon's hand and shook it, holding on for a moment and looking into Simon's eyes. He didn't see any hesitance there, nor any disbelief, but a kind of determination more worthy of the Simon he remembered. He smiled at him. "Let's. I'm sorry about hitting you."
