Post by greenie on Aug 12, 2009 17:00:39 GMT 10
Title: Too Much Delia
Rating: G
Prompt: Excess
Summary: Alanna has a case of the green eyed monster. (That's a pun, pretend it's funny.
) I decided when I wrote the last line that it could fit quite well for the night of her seventeenth birthday, but it doesn't necessarily have to be.
Alanna rolled her eyes for the seventeenth time that evening. She was standing with her friends at the side of the ballroom, and they were all watching sulkily as Geoffrey danced with Delia.
“Look at his face,” she said, in an effort to make conversation. “It’s like he can’t decide whether to be ecstatic or terrified.”
“Look at her face,” said Gary dreamily. “She’s so serene.”
“She’s so beautiful,” agreed Raoul.
Douglass and Sacherell sighed simultaneously.
“And her green dress brings out her eyes so well,” added Jon. “They’re so…well, green.”
“Can’t we talk about something else?” complained Alanna. “Like maybe the price of peas in Persopolis? Or the spot on the wall over there?”
“But she dances so gracefully,” replied Jon. “It’s like she’s floating across the dance floor.”
Alanna’s eyes rolled again.
“She’s coming this way!” hissed Gary.
Alanna struggled not to laugh as all of her friends stood up straighter. Delia smiled at them all as she got near, but it was Alanna that she walked straight up to.
“Good evening, Squire Alan,” she said, her voice silky, and she extended her hand.
Alanna blushed bright red and reluctantly bent to kiss it.
Satisfied, Delia batted her eyelashes. “Am I to have the pleasure of a dance with you tonight?”
“Um, I don’t think it will be much of a pleasure, my lady,” Alanna tried. “I’m not a very good dancer.” Delia waited, and Alanna bowed, resisting the urge to run and hide behind the wall hangings. “I’d be honoured, my lady.”
Her attempt at a smile was probably more of a grimace as she danced with Delia. Not only could she see her friends glaring at her from the side of the room, but she was certain that Delia was sticking her chest out much further than what was necessary. She was chattering away, about how manly Gary’s moustache looked and how tall Raoul had become and how striking Jon looked.
She’s trying to turn me against them, thought Alanna furiously. I bet she does the same to them, and they don’t even realise she’s doing it on purpose.Myles had told her that court ladies fought subtly, unlike men. Men just attacked each other, and then the one that was hurt the least won. Simple. It almost made her wish she could be just a normal knight. But when all was said and done, she was going to be a lady knight. It just made things that much more confusing. What was she supposed to do, attack people subtly?
Delia was smiling down at her, batting her eyelashes again. Who cares if she has green eyes anyway? Alanna thought, staring at them. What’s so special about green eyes? Green’s the colour of…pondweed. Why do they all care that she has eyes like pondweed? Plenty of people have green eyes, it’s not like they’re unusual or interesting. But it’s not like Jon ever writes any of his stupid poems about interesting eye colours like…purple.
“Balls are so much fun,” simpered Delia. “It’s so wonderful to be able to dance all night long, and with so many handsome men.”
She doesn’t dance, she floats. Alanna’s eyes rolled again. What’s the point in floating when you dance? That’s not useful for anything. I bet she couldn’t beat her own knight-master at fencing.
“Tell me, Alan, was it you who polished Prince Jonathan’s sword so nicely yesterday? I saw it hanging on his wall, and it glinted so beautifully in the moonlight.”
Alanna scowled. She doesn’t have to make it so obvious. I already know she was in his room last night, I could hear her through the wall! She probably knew that, too. She was completely and utterly sick of Delia. Everywhere she went, all she heard about was Delia this and Delia that. All in all, it was just Too Much Delia. Before she’d even given herself a chance to talk herself out of it, she’d trodden on Delia’s foot. Hard.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, eyes wide and innocent as Delia gasped and stopped dancing. “How clumsy of me.”
It was a horrible, cruel, nasty thing to do, and of course Alanna regretted it immediately.
…but only because they were now surrounded by her so-called friends, all clamouring to carry Delia to a seat and inspect her sore foot. She rolled her eyes one more time, and slipped out of the ballroom. It’s not like anyone would notice anyway.
Rating: G
Prompt: Excess
Summary: Alanna has a case of the green eyed monster. (That's a pun, pretend it's funny.
) I decided when I wrote the last line that it could fit quite well for the night of her seventeenth birthday, but it doesn't necessarily have to be.Alanna rolled her eyes for the seventeenth time that evening. She was standing with her friends at the side of the ballroom, and they were all watching sulkily as Geoffrey danced with Delia.
“Look at his face,” she said, in an effort to make conversation. “It’s like he can’t decide whether to be ecstatic or terrified.”
“Look at her face,” said Gary dreamily. “She’s so serene.”
“She’s so beautiful,” agreed Raoul.
Douglass and Sacherell sighed simultaneously.
“And her green dress brings out her eyes so well,” added Jon. “They’re so…well, green.”
“Can’t we talk about something else?” complained Alanna. “Like maybe the price of peas in Persopolis? Or the spot on the wall over there?”
“But she dances so gracefully,” replied Jon. “It’s like she’s floating across the dance floor.”
Alanna’s eyes rolled again.
“She’s coming this way!” hissed Gary.
Alanna struggled not to laugh as all of her friends stood up straighter. Delia smiled at them all as she got near, but it was Alanna that she walked straight up to.
“Good evening, Squire Alan,” she said, her voice silky, and she extended her hand.
Alanna blushed bright red and reluctantly bent to kiss it.
Satisfied, Delia batted her eyelashes. “Am I to have the pleasure of a dance with you tonight?”
“Um, I don’t think it will be much of a pleasure, my lady,” Alanna tried. “I’m not a very good dancer.” Delia waited, and Alanna bowed, resisting the urge to run and hide behind the wall hangings. “I’d be honoured, my lady.”
Her attempt at a smile was probably more of a grimace as she danced with Delia. Not only could she see her friends glaring at her from the side of the room, but she was certain that Delia was sticking her chest out much further than what was necessary. She was chattering away, about how manly Gary’s moustache looked and how tall Raoul had become and how striking Jon looked.
She’s trying to turn me against them, thought Alanna furiously. I bet she does the same to them, and they don’t even realise she’s doing it on purpose.Myles had told her that court ladies fought subtly, unlike men. Men just attacked each other, and then the one that was hurt the least won. Simple. It almost made her wish she could be just a normal knight. But when all was said and done, she was going to be a lady knight. It just made things that much more confusing. What was she supposed to do, attack people subtly?
Delia was smiling down at her, batting her eyelashes again. Who cares if she has green eyes anyway? Alanna thought, staring at them. What’s so special about green eyes? Green’s the colour of…pondweed. Why do they all care that she has eyes like pondweed? Plenty of people have green eyes, it’s not like they’re unusual or interesting. But it’s not like Jon ever writes any of his stupid poems about interesting eye colours like…purple.
“Balls are so much fun,” simpered Delia. “It’s so wonderful to be able to dance all night long, and with so many handsome men.”
She doesn’t dance, she floats. Alanna’s eyes rolled again. What’s the point in floating when you dance? That’s not useful for anything. I bet she couldn’t beat her own knight-master at fencing.
“Tell me, Alan, was it you who polished Prince Jonathan’s sword so nicely yesterday? I saw it hanging on his wall, and it glinted so beautifully in the moonlight.”
Alanna scowled. She doesn’t have to make it so obvious. I already know she was in his room last night, I could hear her through the wall! She probably knew that, too. She was completely and utterly sick of Delia. Everywhere she went, all she heard about was Delia this and Delia that. All in all, it was just Too Much Delia. Before she’d even given herself a chance to talk herself out of it, she’d trodden on Delia’s foot. Hard.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, eyes wide and innocent as Delia gasped and stopped dancing. “How clumsy of me.”
It was a horrible, cruel, nasty thing to do, and of course Alanna regretted it immediately.
…but only because they were now surrounded by her so-called friends, all clamouring to carry Delia to a seat and inspect her sore foot. She rolled her eyes one more time, and slipped out of the ballroom. It’s not like anyone would notice anyway.
