Post by Alliecat on Apr 3, 2010 16:05:38 GMT 10
Title: Hands
Rating: PG
Prompt: #25 Distraction
Summary: Jon isn’t doing his duty.
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Jon felt a hard kick on his left shin, jolting him out of a trance. He glared at Gary, his mouth twitching slightly with pain. Gary simply jerked his head in the direction of a Carthaki noble, scowling at the king’s inattentiveness. Jon blushed ever so slightly, ashamed that he had allowed his mind to wander during a meeting. He muttered something and looked around the silent room briefly, glancing over the somber faces. He settled his gaze on Alanna for a moment, absorbing the way she tilted her head to the left as if she were both baffled and bored.
Jon looked away quickly. It was her fault after all; it was her that filled his mind. If it hadn’t been for the way her touch made his skin tingle, he would never have been like this. He would have been focused and a better, more determined king.
But why was his mind digging this up now? It had been years since they had touched each other like that. He was married with children, as was she. There was absolutely no reason for him to be feeling like this, none at all. He berated himself for even allowing those memories to surface, let alone wish for their renewal.
Jon peeked back at Alanna, knowing all the while that he shouldn’t. He stared at her hands as she twisted them anxiously, clearly wishing she was out of the stuffy meeting. He remembered the times that those hands had curled similarly in his hair, the times when there was nothing to worry about but her.
He cursed himself. This was no way for a king to behave, not when the entire realm was possibly in danger. A king had live in the present. He and Alanna had been so young then, so unaware of the consequences, so naive. A king had to be the symbol of devotion, to his wife, the realm, and to duty. A king had to be focused, and certainly not on those Goddess given hands.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #25 Distraction
Summary: Jon isn’t doing his duty.
:::
Jon felt a hard kick on his left shin, jolting him out of a trance. He glared at Gary, his mouth twitching slightly with pain. Gary simply jerked his head in the direction of a Carthaki noble, scowling at the king’s inattentiveness. Jon blushed ever so slightly, ashamed that he had allowed his mind to wander during a meeting. He muttered something and looked around the silent room briefly, glancing over the somber faces. He settled his gaze on Alanna for a moment, absorbing the way she tilted her head to the left as if she were both baffled and bored.
Jon looked away quickly. It was her fault after all; it was her that filled his mind. If it hadn’t been for the way her touch made his skin tingle, he would never have been like this. He would have been focused and a better, more determined king.
But why was his mind digging this up now? It had been years since they had touched each other like that. He was married with children, as was she. There was absolutely no reason for him to be feeling like this, none at all. He berated himself for even allowing those memories to surface, let alone wish for their renewal.
Jon peeked back at Alanna, knowing all the while that he shouldn’t. He stared at her hands as she twisted them anxiously, clearly wishing she was out of the stuffy meeting. He remembered the times that those hands had curled similarly in his hair, the times when there was nothing to worry about but her.
He cursed himself. This was no way for a king to behave, not when the entire realm was possibly in danger. A king had live in the present. He and Alanna had been so young then, so unaware of the consequences, so naive. A king had to be the symbol of devotion, to his wife, the realm, and to duty. A king had to be focused, and certainly not on those Goddess given hands.