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The first time I thought about it was just random, but didn't lead to anything. A quickpoll at Wotmania reminded me of the idea: Who is the best Curser? Siuan Uno. I didn't do anything then either.
Yesterday I wrote down names on pieces of paper to come up with random pairings just for amusement and this came out on the first round. With fate, or something worse
, nagging at me I thought it was best just to write it. -
Gareth/Uno.
Nothing bad happens, though that was my intention to begin with. I've never written anything like this before. The pairing has been lurking in the back of my head for a while.
Creative cursing. I'm not very good at getting Uno's character or dialogue right. Bryne is out of character, but has a good reason for it. I'm also so ashamed of myself my writing is probably really bad.
Sunstruck
Gareth Bryne most often took great joy in inspecting the troops. As he had never lost a campaign there was pure faith in those soldiers' eyes. Faith in him and not the Aes Sedai. When he reached the part of the camp reserved for heavy cavalry the solders cheered though Uno was still shouting at them.
The Shienaran, who had his back turned on the general, thought they were ridiculing him in some way and was not late to correct that nonsense with horrible threats. Bryne had to intervene in a way that would neither hurt the troops' dignity or Uno's. A difficult task.
Looking over his back first, he gave it a try. "Kissing a goat is still better than kissing Elaida, don't you think?" It was never a bad idea to joke on the behalf of the enemy. With a little luck that would take off the edge of the situation.
The soldiers laughed, though more from relief and the hot sun above boiling their brains than genuine amusement. Uno turned around abruptly, the painted red eye glaring at the general. The other eye looked startled. Before the other man had any time to think, Bryne continued: "She is Red Ajah, and you all know what they have done."
The soldiers nodded, though half of them were most likely not sure at all.
"They raise false Dragons just to get the prestige of stopping them!" He was quite sure Siuan had started that rumour and he knew Siuan could lie.
"What is your name, girl?"
"Mara Tomanes"
Nothing she could say would ever convince him that was not an outright lie. As long as she did not lie to him it was not his problem. Best to make the most of it.
Now the soldiers were mad.
"False Dragons! Thousands have died because of them and we are here to stop that, among other things. Are you still with me?"
A roar was heard and Bryne nodded, quite pleased with the reaction. Now he unmounted Traveler, giving the bridles to one of the many stable hands. He approached Uno, putting a gauntleted hand on his firm upper arm.
"There are things to discuss. I believe you have managed to keep the troops fit?"
"You can bet your honour on that there rabid savages will unleash their foul temper only on command and that they're wearing the best bloody equipment we could get and are persuaded to keep it that way."
"We should get away from the sun," Bryne said while taking off his helmet. It was pure relief. Pulling off his right gauntlet he absently ran his fingers through the damp locks. He wondered if a shaved head was better or worse against the heat.
Uno let the general step into his tent before him while holding the door flap. "There is only water and sour, urine tasting wine if you're thirsty, my Lord."
Bryne gave Uno a crooked smile. This man fascinated him in almost the same way as Siuan did. What do I mean with that? His back stiffened and suddenly he felt very awkward.
Do I like Siuan as just another man, or do I like Uno as a woman? He shook his head. Must be the sun that puts these strange thoughts in my head.
"I'd like a mug of water, if it can be spared."
The Shienaran nodded and bent over to open the lid of a small barrel in a corner of the square tent. Bryne looked away hurriedly and took a seat.
"What did you want to discuss?" Uno spoke slowly to avoid cursing again. He must have thought that was what made Bryne feel uncomfortable.
Bryne emptied half of the contents in the mug before speaking. The water did not bring much clarity to his thoughts. "There is an emissary from the Tower speaking to the Sitters right now."
"Those treacherous..."
Bryne raised a hand. He was not done. "Not that it will do much good now, when she's already seen the troops, but I'm ordered to take the soldiers off the streets of Salidar for now."
"You're bloody right it won't make a difference now! If they turn themselves in there's not one flaming corner of the world far enough for us to hide."
"And that is why I will not let that happen without a say. I will remind the Hall personally that the oath had two directions. They agreed to my terms." I hope they did. "They have to go through with this campaign, or I will turn the army against them. In the end I will. If they break the oath there is nothing to hold me."
"Blood and bloody ashes. It would be a slaughter on both sides."
"I hope they realise that too." The mug was empty, but Bryne still felt hotter than the weather would make him. The temperature was slowly falling as the sun set.
Uno rose up from his stool. There was not enough room for him to pace around the tent, so he kept himself occupied with removing his armour.
"Dangly Trolloc's d..." He shut his mouth forcefully. His hands, shaking with anger and held curses were unable to unfasten the leather straps that held his breastplate in place.
It was as if Bryne watched himself from outside his body. Suddenly he was behind the Shienaran, easily doing the task for him. Under the plate the other man's shirt was drenched in sweat. Bryne took a deep breath and inhaled the earthy scent.
Bryne did not resist when Uno helped him take off his breastplate, but he did not encourage him either.
The clang of metal brought the general back to reality. He gave the Shienaran a questioning look.
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I've come to realise planning to do things often takes more time and is more boring than actually doing them right away.
Unfortunately efficiency is no more. I made that Siuan drawing on the same day as Moiraine and just coloured it in half an hour yesterday. Two new tutorials to dig into: expressions and anatomy. I'll see what happens. New things often produce a rush of productivity.
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Ooh I like Siuan
It's kinda hard to tell that her eyes are blue though.I noticed that. It's not hard to correct.
Oh, the hardest thing ahead. I tried drawing Bryne yesterday but failed every attempt. You obviously don't care, though, so I could try another Galad instead.
What should he wear? If you say: Those chaps from Retirement I'll have to read tons of anatomy tutorials (which I should anyway) and start a thread in the 18+ section.
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A happy Valentines Day to everybody! I didn't even have any sweets left for today. I forgot and ate it all yesterday
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I had forgot that I had the lineart ready for Siuan. A speedy colouring.
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A nice little cake.
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Uno: m/ (>.@) m/
(@ = eyepatch)
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The worst thing I ever delayed was an essay about Swedish history. I wrote fourteen pages, from the 13th century and onwards, in four days and I hadn't even read the sections about modern history before I started.
Don't do that!
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Mwahahahaha, does Ishy have a happy trail? >: )
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Strawberry flavoured tea with milk and some toffee.
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Ahem. Drifting off topic.
If she's still there, what does Momo think about violence?
Does she have any experience in using brute force, like smacking someone over the head with her staff? That wouldn't violate the oaths, would it? -
Happy, Happy Birthday!
I thought about making a thread earlier but I'm too lame in these matters.
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And I'm not a woman?
(That's my Bryne character in TESIV: Oblivion by the way.)
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I'm scared!But soon I'll be mad and tug my braid
There's only one way out of this and that is an honourable duel. Lord Bryne will let you choose from a fine selection of rapiers and inform you of the rules.
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Everybody do
I have to work on happier faces. -
Guess who.
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THOM!
I tried to see what his fans see, though I still don't get it. I hope I did him justice without glorifying him.
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I'm glad you liked it. He came out just the way I wanted him
Now on to the others. It's hard to decide how they should look. -
This was the funniest chapter to write
They aren't using the synchronised watches for anything. They just add to the drama and Thom is very aware of those details.
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Chapter 6
The old men looked at each other gravely as they synchronised their watches. Cenn was obviously excited, ready to do more than his best. This was a matter of right and honour.
Thom nodded, reassuring the group. The cameras on the outside ran by a set schedule. Soon there would be a gap in surveillance just outside this window, so they would not know where he went, but one question was still unanswered: Was the window alarmed daytime and how long would it take for the Coplins to react in case it went off? It was impossible to open it more than a few inches, so it would be necessary to use brute force.
“Speed to you, friend,” Thom said and started the countdown. “Three!” Alys covered the camera in the room with a huge pair of knickers. “Two!” The stocky former carpenter Eiram lifted one of Thom's metal legs and smashed out all the glass from the window. “One!” Cenn used his walking staff as leverage and jumped out of the window, speeding towards the never used outdoor furniture, taking a mighty leap over the wall from the stone surface of the table.
The others cheered, but were soon discouraged by the freezing wind and the nurses and guards who flooded the room. It was still worth it, though.
XXX
Elaida wanted to pull out her hair where she sat, knitting babies clothes for the stinking spawn of the unholy union of Siuan Sanche and Gareth Bryne. Not as much for the task itself, she had always enjoyed knitting, but because neither the man or the woman had any feel for music, but simply had to sing while decorating the Christmas tree. She had complained once, but then they had simply laughed and changed the lyrics to ridicule her.
Silent night
Out in the blight
Amyrlin fake
In a lake
Washes a Trolloc's fur until it shines
She doesn't listen to how the thing whines
Elaida a'Roihan has issues
That we don't wish to be told
Elaida was gritting her teeth as they laughed and kissed, playing around with the tinsel. The baby was old enough to sit on a blanket now, and slept close to regularly. Soon they would not need her any more. Light, they could not!
“Stop moping!” Siuan said and pinched the other woman through the a'dam.
“Be careful now, Siuan,” Gareth said softly. “You don't want poor Huan's clothes to come out misshaped, do you?”
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Galad and Berelain had a small disagreement.
“You told me you would spend that money on supplies for the market and clothes for poor children!” Galad accused his wife. They were both in their hotel room and Berelain had just arrived home with a bunch of shopping bags.
“Well, I did!” she emptied the contents on the king size bed. “I will wear this on the market.” She pointed at a fur brimmed coat. “You don't want me to catch a cold for Christmas, you cruel man!” She sounded at least a bit mad, but took the opportunity to snuggle up closer to her husband.
“Oh, I suppose not,” Galad said with a foolish grin, “but what on earth isthis?” Galad took up something he could not begin to know the purpose of.
“This is for you!” Berelain giggled.
“Am I supposed to wear it?”
“That's what I planned.”
“Not on the festival, right? It seems a bit... chilly.”
“These are not like regular trousers, that are made to keep you warm and proper. Think of this as a way to - enhance nakedness by covering and uncovering strategic places.”
“Oh.” Galad blushed crimson red. Trousers? How on... oh, I see the strategic places now. He dropped them on the bed again. “But it's not really proper for a man in my position to wear things like these! Not for the organisation's money anyway.”
“They came in black too, but I bought white to make you happy,” Berelain tore away from him now, with sobbing sounds, and turned her back on him.
“Please dear! I'll give them a try.”
Berelain was about to reward the man for obeying her will as a knock on the door interrupted them.
“Sir, there's an old man here who wants to speak to you!” an officer informed from the other side.
“Oh... is it urgent?”
“You can bet your fancy, white behind it is!” a hoarse voice said.
Galad was quite shocked, but realised the man must be in a lot of distress. “I'll meet him in the dining room.”
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I think they're called Bunk Buddies, and that Tam had one in the Aiel War, but we'll never know about it now.
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My best friend's family are quite active baptists. He's a total atheist and lives for science.
I hope that some of the kids from those families get the same chance for independence. That's actually what makes me most sad. People who are born into these movements and don't know about anything else, who never get other perspectives on life.
It's like Swedish education: the workers aren't taught history in school, so the weak ones become nazis because they have no idea what's going on in the world.
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Not naughty enough Ishy!
Perhaps I went too hard on the lightness/contrast when I cleaned it up. It's greyscale, because I liked it that way.
I use very nice pens called pilot shaker. I've got two of them just in case. I don't think they were made for sketching at all, but they make very smooth lines.
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Did Asmo run away from this?