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Belonging by Rosie Eisor (T/PG13)
Fandom: TAMORA PIERCE (TORTALL)
Pairing: Thayet of Conte/Gareth the Younger of Naxen, Gareth the Younger of Naxen/Cythera of Naxen, Cythera of Naxen/Raoul of Goldenlake, Sacherell of Wellam/Douglass of Veldine and a couple others I'm having some trouble tracking down right now.
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seori
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/69618
Why this must be read: Tortall has this ... overarching feeling to it, that nothing really bad can happen to the characters because Pierce loves her characters too much. What she does show us in Protector of the Small, however, is that there are a bunch of quirky Tortallan laws that have the potential to cause a lot of trouble.
Rosie kills Jon while Roald is only four years old, takes a hypothetical law and makes it cause a lot of trouble for everyone, and leaves everyone pretty miserable. Everyone is left in mourning with a great big problem of not having anyone who can legally run the country and a king who is only four years old.
And everyone just kindof crumbles. You ache for her Gary/Cythera
It's great.
*
Gary stared at the door, not quite able to enter the room just yet. It seemed alien somehow, as though he had already stopped belonging here. He supposed he had.
"Mithros, Jon," he murmured, pressing his forehead against the door. "Why did you have to go and die on me so soon?"
He didn't expect a reply and, indeed, he didn't get one. Instead, he reached down and fumbled with the handle, his hands shaking so badly that he couldn't work it at first. Finally, he pushed the door open.
Cythera was sitting on the bed, her posture rigid and her hands gripping the cover tightly as though letting it go would destroy her.
"Hey," Gary said gently, shoving the conversation with his father out of his mind. "Hey now, have you been crying?" He climbed onto the bed and slid his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. The deadened resolve he found in her eyes frightened him a little.
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Story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2145793/1/Belonging
Pairing: Thayet of Conte/Gareth the Younger of Naxen, Gareth the Younger of Naxen/Cythera of Naxen, Cythera of Naxen/Raoul of Goldenlake, Sacherell of Wellam/Douglass of Veldine and a couple others I'm having some trouble tracking down right now.
Author on LJ:
seoriAuthor Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/69618
Why this must be read: Tortall has this ... overarching feeling to it, that nothing really bad can happen to the characters because Pierce loves her characters too much. What she does show us in Protector of the Small, however, is that there are a bunch of quirky Tortallan laws that have the potential to cause a lot of trouble.
Rosie kills Jon while Roald is only four years old, takes a hypothetical law and makes it cause a lot of trouble for everyone, and leaves everyone pretty miserable. Everyone is left in mourning with a great big problem of not having anyone who can legally run the country and a king who is only four years old.
And everyone just kindof crumbles. You ache for her Gary/Cythera
It's great.
*
Gary stared at the door, not quite able to enter the room just yet. It seemed alien somehow, as though he had already stopped belonging here. He supposed he had.
"Mithros, Jon," he murmured, pressing his forehead against the door. "Why did you have to go and die on me so soon?"
He didn't expect a reply and, indeed, he didn't get one. Instead, he reached down and fumbled with the handle, his hands shaking so badly that he couldn't work it at first. Finally, he pushed the door open.
Cythera was sitting on the bed, her posture rigid and her hands gripping the cover tightly as though letting it go would destroy her.
"Hey," Gary said gently, shoving the conversation with his father out of his mind. "Hey now, have you been crying?" He climbed onto the bed and slid his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. The deadened resolve he found in her eyes frightened him a little.
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Story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2145793/1/Belonging