Wizards' Wishing
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minutia_rSo, I just read CJ Cherryh's Rusalka. And wrote fic for it, apparently? Maybe somewhere on the internet, there's someone who wants to read this?
Wizard's Wishing
Fandom: CJ Cherryh, Rusalka
Pairings: Pyetr/Eveshka, Pyetr/Sasha
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
Summary: A weed, Eveshka's father called her—and in Pyetr's arms she was, untamed and self-willed.
A wizard's wish is a dangerous thing.
A weed, Eveshka's father called her—and in Pyetr's arms she was, untamed and self-willed. Her wanting had been a ravening thing when she was a ghost, and it was a ravening thing now. She overwhelmed him. He couldn't even resent wizardly manipulations when he felt the hot press of her body, her blood singing with his.
And Sasha, quiet and tactful, pretended not to know. He read Uulamets’ book, or sat with the dvorovoi curled in his lap, mended the sails, checked the stores. When Pyetr and Eveshka brushed past each other on the deck, when their breath mingled and they couldn’t keep their hands from each other, Sasha turned his eyes away. If there was a spark of resentment in them, it was quickly smothered.
Who wouldn’t want Eveshka? Eyes deep as twilight, graceful movements, captivating intensity. And Sasha was such a virgin. He’d told Pyetr so, when they’d barely known each other.
“No girls?” Pyetr had teased, and Sasha had blushed scarlet.
“No girls.”
Or—Pyetr had assumed he meant he was a virgin. There was another possible meaning that he hadn’t considered.
Pyetr paid attention, after that. When they struggled with the sails during the day, moored the boat for the evening, or bustled about getting dinner, Eveshka’s eyes followed him, bold and inviting. And Sasha’s eyes followed him, shy and furtive.
Eveshka, raised by her wizard father, had had to learn to assert her will, or else be crushed. But Sasha had grown up in Vojvoda, a jinx and a witch-child, and learned a different lesson.
Darkness fell, and Eveshka crept up behind Pyetr in the bow, breathing warm suggestions in his ear. But Pyetr’s thoughts were elsewhere, and his skin was alive with curiosity to feel all the things Sasha wouldn’t let himself want.
ETA: Apparently there are two more books in this series. On the one hand, hooray! On the other hand, oops?
Wizard's Wishing
Fandom: CJ Cherryh, Rusalka
Pairings: Pyetr/Eveshka, Pyetr/Sasha
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
Summary: A weed, Eveshka's father called her—and in Pyetr's arms she was, untamed and self-willed.
A wizard's wish is a dangerous thing.
A weed, Eveshka's father called her—and in Pyetr's arms she was, untamed and self-willed. Her wanting had been a ravening thing when she was a ghost, and it was a ravening thing now. She overwhelmed him. He couldn't even resent wizardly manipulations when he felt the hot press of her body, her blood singing with his.
And Sasha, quiet and tactful, pretended not to know. He read Uulamets’ book, or sat with the dvorovoi curled in his lap, mended the sails, checked the stores. When Pyetr and Eveshka brushed past each other on the deck, when their breath mingled and they couldn’t keep their hands from each other, Sasha turned his eyes away. If there was a spark of resentment in them, it was quickly smothered.
Who wouldn’t want Eveshka? Eyes deep as twilight, graceful movements, captivating intensity. And Sasha was such a virgin. He’d told Pyetr so, when they’d barely known each other.
“No girls?” Pyetr had teased, and Sasha had blushed scarlet.
“No girls.”
Or—Pyetr had assumed he meant he was a virgin. There was another possible meaning that he hadn’t considered.
Pyetr paid attention, after that. When they struggled with the sails during the day, moored the boat for the evening, or bustled about getting dinner, Eveshka’s eyes followed him, bold and inviting. And Sasha’s eyes followed him, shy and furtive.
Eveshka, raised by her wizard father, had had to learn to assert her will, or else be crushed. But Sasha had grown up in Vojvoda, a jinx and a witch-child, and learned a different lesson.
Darkness fell, and Eveshka crept up behind Pyetr in the bow, breathing warm suggestions in his ear. But Pyetr’s thoughts were elsewhere, and his skin was alive with curiosity to feel all the things Sasha wouldn’t let himself want.
ETA: Apparently there are two more books in this series. On the one hand, hooray! On the other hand, oops?
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Date: 2011-10-26 04:04 pm (UTC)Are you the anon from f_fa?
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Date: 2011-10-26 04:41 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this story! And yes, Pyetr is so eminently practical, he's bound to suggest a threesome soon. Maybe after I read Chernevog and Yvgenie. (This story is something of a happy accident; I'm usually shyer of writing fic when I haven't read/watched all of canon.)
We don't have a lot of other fandoms in common, but you seem cool--mind if I friend you?
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Date: 2011-10-26 05:10 pm (UTC)Sure, go ahead!
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