Post by Pandesme on Nov 6, 2010 13:25:32 GMT 10
Title: Crossing Paths
Rating: PG
Length: 593
Category: Tortall
Summary: Eda Bell keeps crossing paths with Conal, and she doesn't like it.
Peculiar Pairing: Eda Bell/Conal, Eda/Kel
AN: This was supposed to be a Faunche/Wlydon but it somehow turned into this. And thanks to Ankhiale and everyone else in chat for encouraging me to write something
The first time they crossed paths she had not been impressed, not at all. She was used to young men that thought far too highly of themselves, and she was also used to taking them down a peg or two. She remembered him from his training, he had been a menace. Nothing like his younger sister, who had been ideal to work with. He was headstrong and always thought himself to be right, a closet conservative in her opinion. She was far too old to put up with his attitude and hadn’t even hesitated before putting him in his place. He hadn’t took kindly to this but her words were just as sharp as her fighting skills, and in the end he had been the one to back down.
The next day she had still been rather annoyed when she went to the seamstress to get outfitted for some banquet clothing. The seamstress was a quiet young woman and she found herself venting about her encounter the day before. Immediately an ugly look crossed the woman’s face and she said she was glad someone had stood their ground with “that bully”. When asked to elaborate further she had merely said that he was her mistress’ brother and that he enjoyed joking around with his younger sibling before deftly changing the topic.
But the sarcasm that tinted the young woman’s voice was uncharacteristic, and nobody had ever accused her of being slow –she was more than able to read between the lines. She didn’t much like the implications, the Lady Knight happened to be one of her favourites. Besides, the idea that someone would needlessly bully someone smaller just for fun was never pleasant, much less so if you actually liked one of the parties involved. No wonder they called the Lady Knight the Protector of the Small.
The second time she ran into him it was on the practice courts, no small coincidence since he did not live at court. But she felt he needed to be taught a lesson, one he had apparently not learned as of yet. She trounced him of course; after all you should never try to use one of your old training master’s tricks against them. He had been furious and embarrassed to be beaten by the grandmother.
After that she found that she ran into him quite frequently. Literally. It seemed as if wherever she happened to be he would conveniently turn up. He would shove past her in corridors, make loud disparaging comments about women, particularly that of the Shang, and take any available opportunity to bother her. She was normally a good humoured woman, but she found herself quickly approaching the end of her tether.
It wasn’t a few days later that she finally had an afternoon in which he was nowhere to be found. She was relating the past few weeks to one of her good friends Hakuin Seastone when he abruptly started laughing. When asked, after all she didn’t find anything about it funny –only annoying, he mentioned that the man rather sounded like a lovesick page. She really didn’t see the connection.
“My dear woman, has it ever occurred to you that perhaps he likes you?”
She just raised an eyebrow; after all she was nearly old enough to be his grandmother and he wasn’t some five year old child that needed to pick on a girl to show he liked her. Besides even if that were the case Eda Bell would chose the Lady Knight over Conal of Mindelan any day.
Rating: PG
Length: 593
Category: Tortall
Summary: Eda Bell keeps crossing paths with Conal, and she doesn't like it.
Peculiar Pairing: Eda Bell/Conal, Eda/Kel
AN: This was supposed to be a Faunche/Wlydon but it somehow turned into this. And thanks to Ankhiale and everyone else in chat for encouraging me to write something
The first time they crossed paths she had not been impressed, not at all. She was used to young men that thought far too highly of themselves, and she was also used to taking them down a peg or two. She remembered him from his training, he had been a menace. Nothing like his younger sister, who had been ideal to work with. He was headstrong and always thought himself to be right, a closet conservative in her opinion. She was far too old to put up with his attitude and hadn’t even hesitated before putting him in his place. He hadn’t took kindly to this but her words were just as sharp as her fighting skills, and in the end he had been the one to back down.
The next day she had still been rather annoyed when she went to the seamstress to get outfitted for some banquet clothing. The seamstress was a quiet young woman and she found herself venting about her encounter the day before. Immediately an ugly look crossed the woman’s face and she said she was glad someone had stood their ground with “that bully”. When asked to elaborate further she had merely said that he was her mistress’ brother and that he enjoyed joking around with his younger sibling before deftly changing the topic.
But the sarcasm that tinted the young woman’s voice was uncharacteristic, and nobody had ever accused her of being slow –she was more than able to read between the lines. She didn’t much like the implications, the Lady Knight happened to be one of her favourites. Besides, the idea that someone would needlessly bully someone smaller just for fun was never pleasant, much less so if you actually liked one of the parties involved. No wonder they called the Lady Knight the Protector of the Small.
The second time she ran into him it was on the practice courts, no small coincidence since he did not live at court. But she felt he needed to be taught a lesson, one he had apparently not learned as of yet. She trounced him of course; after all you should never try to use one of your old training master’s tricks against them. He had been furious and embarrassed to be beaten by the grandmother.
After that she found that she ran into him quite frequently. Literally. It seemed as if wherever she happened to be he would conveniently turn up. He would shove past her in corridors, make loud disparaging comments about women, particularly that of the Shang, and take any available opportunity to bother her. She was normally a good humoured woman, but she found herself quickly approaching the end of her tether.
It wasn’t a few days later that she finally had an afternoon in which he was nowhere to be found. She was relating the past few weeks to one of her good friends Hakuin Seastone when he abruptly started laughing. When asked, after all she didn’t find anything about it funny –only annoying, he mentioned that the man rather sounded like a lovesick page. She really didn’t see the connection.
“My dear woman, has it ever occurred to you that perhaps he likes you?”
She just raised an eyebrow; after all she was nearly old enough to be his grandmother and he wasn’t some five year old child that needed to pick on a girl to show he liked her. Besides even if that were the case Eda Bell would chose the Lady Knight over Conal of Mindelan any day.