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"And No Birds Sing" by kseda (PG13)
Fandom: TIN MAN
Pairing: Ambrose/Lavender Eyes
Length: ~1500 words
Warnings: none
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kseda
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Why this must be read: A pre-series narrative, this short story chronicles the times just before Azkadellia's coup: fraught with tension and waiting, Ambrose and the Queen can only trust each other. The prose is spare and elegant; it's short but packs an emotional punch.
In the daylight they run the war through the network of spies he has established, mourning losses and plotting counterattacks by the riverside. At high tea they split a loaf of stale bread and compose their wills, each promising to leave all they have to the other.
"Whatever shall I do with all those pens?" she asks with a quirk of an eyebrow, a smile not quite reaching lavender eyes.
He, advisor and inventor and collector of writing implements, bows his head and chuckles. "And what will I do with a kingdom?"
"Save it," she says instantly, all humor gone. "Above any other, I trust you with my people. When this is over, if we triumph, if I am not able to-"
"Don't speak that way, Majesty."
"Dear friend, I wish to hear my name."
And when he remembers to do so he uses her name.
And No Birds Sing
Pairing: Ambrose/Lavender Eyes
Length: ~1500 words
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
ksedaAuthor Website:
Why this must be read: A pre-series narrative, this short story chronicles the times just before Azkadellia's coup: fraught with tension and waiting, Ambrose and the Queen can only trust each other. The prose is spare and elegant; it's short but packs an emotional punch.
In the daylight they run the war through the network of spies he has established, mourning losses and plotting counterattacks by the riverside. At high tea they split a loaf of stale bread and compose their wills, each promising to leave all they have to the other.
"Whatever shall I do with all those pens?" she asks with a quirk of an eyebrow, a smile not quite reaching lavender eyes.
He, advisor and inventor and collector of writing implements, bows his head and chuckles. "And what will I do with a kingdom?"
"Save it," she says instantly, all humor gone. "Above any other, I trust you with my people. When this is over, if we triumph, if I am not able to-"
"Don't speak that way, Majesty."
"Dear friend, I wish to hear my name."
And when he remembers to do so he uses her name.
And No Birds Sing