FIC: Westmark Sentences

[mharific]

Title: Westmark Sentences
Fandom: Westmark
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1103
Disclaimer: Mr. Alexander's toys, I'm just playing. I'll put them back neatly when I'm done.
Summary: Fifty assorted lines of fic for 1fandom.
Notes: It should NOT take this long to write fifty sentences. Oh, well...

Number	Prompt	Sentence
001.	Raise	Zara can read an entire course of action in one gray glance, an unanswerable argument in the raise of an eyebrow -- and despises herself for paying that much attention.
002.	Yes	She said "yes" to him once, and forever, without hesitation; she hears it wrung from Theo now with a strange mixture of envy and satisfaction.
003.	Layer	Florian wishes sometimes that he could touch her, but there are too many years between them now, too many layers of memory.
004.	Sign	He spoke her name once, quietly, in the night; she gave no sign that she had heard, but in the morning her pillow was damp.
005.	Try	When he catches Zara watching him with something perilously near hatred, he tries to forget it.
006.	Give	"Give me that," Zara says, and Florian surrenders the needle and thread, glad there is still something she doesn't think him competent to do.
007.	Great	"I ask a great deal of you," Florian said to her once, in the early days, and Zara, still in her first fervor, could not understand the pleading in his eyes.
008.	Compare	As the soldiers lay hands on her Zara finds, suddenly, that she's not frightened at all; her life is so little, compared to what she's already given.
009.	Listen	Zara doesn't want to hear what he's telling her, doesn't want to know, but he listened to her secrets once, and she can only do as much.
010.	Choice	She loved him because she had no choice, and hated it for that reason.
011.	Pale	In the scant candlelight he looks pale as all Zara's fears (she will not even frame the word 'death' in her mind).
012.	Tough	Tough as a weed herself, she watches him sometimes -- all fine bones and tired eyes -- and thinks that willpower is all that holds him together.
013.	Risk	There were last-minute instructions at her leavetaking, a warning against unnecessary risks and, inevitably, an argument; but it was the kiss she would remember.
014.	Name	He took the name his mother had given him; she was dead, and could not object to what he meant to make of it.
015.	Tall	She's always been too tall, an ungainly beanpole of a girl, but she doesn't have to bend much to rest her head against Florian's shoulder.
016.	Price	Their intimacy is part of the price, something he forbids himself, but she refuses to be sacrificed entirely.
017.	High	She wrings her hands, makes her eyes big and her voice high and piteous, carries on like an idiot, thinking: this had better be worth it.
018.	Hello	Rina he greets with an embrace; but he only clasps Zara's shoulder for a moment, as if she were one of the men, and she is perversely glad.
019.	Own	She'd decked a hundred girls for their weddings; only one had ever made the mistake of teasing her about her own.
020.	New	There's a new sharpness to her face, a worn look that troubles him, but he knows better than to mention it.
021.	Keep	"You keep me honest," Florian said, but she refused to return his smile, thinking: not with me.
022.	Under	He can hear the hurt under Justin's scarred, scornful tone, but he no longer has any idea how to heal it.
023.	Compliment	The next time she's cursed for a hellcat and a harpy, she thinks of Florian and takes it as a compliment.
024.	Summer	It was high summer then, and Zara wore her hair pinned up -- "like a haystack," she said, but he admired the proud way she carried her head under the heavy crown of braids.
025.	Red	It's not a true red, her hair; it's darker, tarnished, like her laughter.
026.	Dance	"I don't dance," Zara insisted, even as Rina caught her hand and drew her into the circle.
027.	Reflect	Mickle wakes from nightmare into nightmare, sitting frozen until she realizes the flames reflected in the glass are from their own hearth.
028.	Nail	"Hard as nails," Zara calls herself, perversely proud of it; Stock knows she means iron, but he thinks instead of the pale, brittle curves of her fingernails.
029.	Remove	All she can think of is the stain, soaking gradually through her shawl and into her bodice, and that she will never get it out; if she thinks of where she is or why it's there, she'll break, she'll collapse, and by now she is all that's holding him on his feet.
030.	Hands	Florian's hands are long and thin, seeming too slight for all that they hold.
031.	Stop	Sometimes the bitterness overflows before she can stop it, and Florian absorbs it as he does her devotion, without reaction, almost without noticing.
032.	Noise	She turns her back on him with a rough noise that must be laughter, because Zara never cries.
033.	Job	"Do I tell you how to do your job?" she snapped, and he, laughing: "I rely on it."
034.	Open	As long as she doesn't open her eyes, she can pretend she doesn't notice his hand in her hair.
035.	Touch	Like a flower, Rina turned her face toward the touch of the sun, and smiled at him.
036.	Water	Zara's laughter is thin and sharp as her needles; Rina's is clear and cleansing as water.
037.	Save	You can't save everyone, Florian tells himself sternly, it's not your place to save them -- and wishes he believed it.
038.	Sell	For the Monkey, who sold them all, Justin has only contempt; Theo's defection, that he always half expected, is the real betrayal.
039.	Next	It was next to impossible to make sense of Keller's papers; but then, the housekeeper reflected, that was only to be expected.
040.	Please	Zara, never pleased, never quiet, in death has a look of grim satisfaction.
041.	Pet	Stock, true to his name, had his pet phrases; later, Zara would feel badly for threatening to carve them on his tombstone.
042.	Shadow	The shadows under Caroline's eyes had lightened, since her daughter's return, but not vanished.
043.	Always	The most annoying thing, Mickle decided, was that people were always watching her, instead of only when they noticed their pockets were lighter.
044.	Content	Left to herself, Rina might have been content to dream, but Florian did not leave people to themselves.
045.	Certain	For days Torrens is not certain he did the right thing in yielding to his queen, until the crisis has passed, and he sees the fierce joy in Zara's green eyes.
046.	Scorch	Zara's sarcasm is as scorching as Florian's is icy; when they turn on each other, the rest wisely take cover.
047.	Bore	He bore with her bad temper as she did with his good humor, patiently.
048.	Study	The less attention Justitia paid to his books, the more he found worthy of study.
049.	Minute	"Honestly," Mickle says, seizing his arm to drag him out of the crowd. "I can't leave you alone for a minute."
050.	Limit	Justin discovers no limit to his fury, once he lets it free; it is almost as frightening as it is exhilarating.

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[mharific.livejournal.com]

Because I am SNEAKY LIKE NINJA with my sentences?

<333 Thank you so much. I'm glad you like.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It has to be something like that...!

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