Post by Rachy on Oct 13, 2009 19:56:57 GMT 10
Title: Incredulous
Rating: PG
Prompt: Footrace, # 11
Summary: A footrace leads to a proposal for Kel.
Notes: Tried for some descriptiveness and imagery. Kind of yuck. Pairing is Kel/anyone. And it's very kind of dodgy and kind of cracky, but yeah. And I also should be studying, especially after trial exam results.
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“Marry me.”
His voice was choked as he gasped for air, hands pinching at his knees, the strong breeze floating through his sweat soaked hair and pushing him further against the merlon he balanced against. He didn’t take his eyes away from her, in a similar appearance to him, although seconds ago she had been walking around, calm and breathing steadily in comparison to him. Now she looked as though she whole-heartedly agreed with his legs that challenging Tortall’s youngest lady knight, the Protector of the Small, to a footrace around the palace wall, as the pages did, was his stupidest idea. Ever.
He took the time as she stared at him, mask askew and blatant shock covering her face, inhaling deeply, to admire her. Keladry was beautiful, especially like this. Compared to Kel, the Court ladies were inconsequential in everything. The sunlight shone across her sweat-soaked hair, tumbling from its ties to grace her neck and cheek, and sparkled across her eyes, lashes fluttering wildly as he held her gaze.
It was a footrace to her heart, and he’d got there first, ahead of them all.
He watched as she swallowed, and ran her tongue over her lips, before breathing in deeply.
“What?”
Her question was incredulous.
Rating: PG
Prompt: Footrace, # 11
Summary: A footrace leads to a proposal for Kel.
Notes: Tried for some descriptiveness and imagery. Kind of yuck. Pairing is Kel/anyone. And it's very kind of dodgy and kind of cracky, but yeah. And I also should be studying, especially after trial exam results.
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“Marry me.”
His voice was choked as he gasped for air, hands pinching at his knees, the strong breeze floating through his sweat soaked hair and pushing him further against the merlon he balanced against. He didn’t take his eyes away from her, in a similar appearance to him, although seconds ago she had been walking around, calm and breathing steadily in comparison to him. Now she looked as though she whole-heartedly agreed with his legs that challenging Tortall’s youngest lady knight, the Protector of the Small, to a footrace around the palace wall, as the pages did, was his stupidest idea. Ever.
He took the time as she stared at him, mask askew and blatant shock covering her face, inhaling deeply, to admire her. Keladry was beautiful, especially like this. Compared to Kel, the Court ladies were inconsequential in everything. The sunlight shone across her sweat-soaked hair, tumbling from its ties to grace her neck and cheek, and sparkled across her eyes, lashes fluttering wildly as he held her gaze.
It was a footrace to her heart, and he’d got there first, ahead of them all.
He watched as she swallowed, and ran her tongue over her lips, before breathing in deeply.
“What?”
Her question was incredulous.
And the ending! 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!