Post by wordy on Aug 16, 2009 22:17:26 GMT 10
Title: Pedestal
Rating: G
Prompt: #9 Two Of A Kind
Summary: Thayet and Jon. Take two, since I managed to lose the first one. So I hope it's okay.
Thayet found him in one of the galleries. He was dressed in his favourite royal blue, the colour that made his eyes glow like sapphires. His hair was the same coal-black it had been when they had first met, though now it was threaded with silver. She walked over to him and slipped her arm through his.
The picture was of his parents, by the brilliant Volney Rain.
"Your mother was very beautiful," she said. Jonathon turned to kiss her cheek.
"Not as beautiful as you, my queen."
Thayet sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. His parents looked so happy in the painting. She wished that she could create something that beautiful. They stood in silence for a moment, looking at the painting.
"I'm getting tired," Jonathon said suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"It feels like everyone wants something from me, every day. I hardly get a moment for myself anymore. Things are getting harder and harder," he said.
Thayet frowned. "I know it's difficult," she began, trying to find the right words, "but it's your responsibility, and people need to see you taking care of things."
"How very comforting," he said dryly.
She gave him a look. "If you would've let me finish, I was going to say, you know that no matter how hard it gets, I'll still be -"
She was cut off by her husband's mouth closing on hers. She clutched his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her. It was difficult up on that pedestal, it was true. But luckily, there was room for two.
Rating: G
Prompt: #9 Two Of A Kind
Summary: Thayet and Jon. Take two, since I managed to lose the first one. So I hope it's okay.
Thayet found him in one of the galleries. He was dressed in his favourite royal blue, the colour that made his eyes glow like sapphires. His hair was the same coal-black it had been when they had first met, though now it was threaded with silver. She walked over to him and slipped her arm through his.
The picture was of his parents, by the brilliant Volney Rain.
"Your mother was very beautiful," she said. Jonathon turned to kiss her cheek.
"Not as beautiful as you, my queen."
Thayet sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. His parents looked so happy in the painting. She wished that she could create something that beautiful. They stood in silence for a moment, looking at the painting.
"I'm getting tired," Jonathon said suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"It feels like everyone wants something from me, every day. I hardly get a moment for myself anymore. Things are getting harder and harder," he said.
Thayet frowned. "I know it's difficult," she began, trying to find the right words, "but it's your responsibility, and people need to see you taking care of things."
"How very comforting," he said dryly.
She gave him a look. "If you would've let me finish, I was going to say, you know that no matter how hard it gets, I'll still be -"
She was cut off by her husband's mouth closing on hers. She clutched his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her. It was difficult up on that pedestal, it was true. But luckily, there was room for two.
These two are such fascinating, beautiful, beautiful people. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!