Post by Lisa on Mar 31, 2010 8:08:48 GMT 10
Title: Jealousy, XII
Rating: G
Length: 347 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Owen notices that Kel spends quite a bit of time with Duke Baird.
Whenever she was at Fort Mastiff, she spent her free time in the infirmary. He’d find her holding bowls of water and clothes, or handing bandages to Duke Baird. She said she liked to feel useful, and while she was waiting to give reports to Lord Wyldon, she could help out somewhere else.
Owen didn’t have much free time as Wyldon’s squire, but he found himself spending it in the infirmary, too. He assisted the healers and amused the wounded soldiers, always keeping one eye on Kel, wondering if she was being honest with herself about why she wanted to be there.
She liked to talk with Duke Baird, both of their voices lowered. Owen reminded himself that they were probably keeping quiet so as not to disturb the other patients. Not because their words were intimate and not intended for the rest of the helpers to hear.
And sometimes he made her laugh. It was a quiet chuckle that started low in her throat, and sort of bubbled to the surface. Owen knew all of Kel’s laughs, and lamented that he’d never inspired that sort of chuckle. He didn’t elicit as many wry grins, either. Even the warmest smile she ever directed at him paled in comparison to the expressions she shared with Duke Baird, and she had never peered at him through those long lashes, looking more feminine and bewitching than anyone could’ve imagined.
Except maybe him.
On the occasions that he was with Lord Wyldon and had to fetch Kel for their meetings, he hated the look of regret that seemed to pass between her and the duke. Owen asked her once, as they made their way to Wyldon’s office, what it was like working with Duke Baird. He knew, even as he said it, that he was fishing for information.
“He teaches me a lot about injuries; working with him helps me remember the pain and suffering that soldiers go through.”
Owen found that he already knew enough about suffering, and vowed to stay away from the infirmary to avoid that constant reminder.
Rating: G
Length: 347 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Owen notices that Kel spends quite a bit of time with Duke Baird.
Whenever she was at Fort Mastiff, she spent her free time in the infirmary. He’d find her holding bowls of water and clothes, or handing bandages to Duke Baird. She said she liked to feel useful, and while she was waiting to give reports to Lord Wyldon, she could help out somewhere else.
Owen didn’t have much free time as Wyldon’s squire, but he found himself spending it in the infirmary, too. He assisted the healers and amused the wounded soldiers, always keeping one eye on Kel, wondering if she was being honest with herself about why she wanted to be there.
She liked to talk with Duke Baird, both of their voices lowered. Owen reminded himself that they were probably keeping quiet so as not to disturb the other patients. Not because their words were intimate and not intended for the rest of the helpers to hear.
And sometimes he made her laugh. It was a quiet chuckle that started low in her throat, and sort of bubbled to the surface. Owen knew all of Kel’s laughs, and lamented that he’d never inspired that sort of chuckle. He didn’t elicit as many wry grins, either. Even the warmest smile she ever directed at him paled in comparison to the expressions she shared with Duke Baird, and she had never peered at him through those long lashes, looking more feminine and bewitching than anyone could’ve imagined.
Except maybe him.
On the occasions that he was with Lord Wyldon and had to fetch Kel for their meetings, he hated the look of regret that seemed to pass between her and the duke. Owen asked her once, as they made their way to Wyldon’s office, what it was like working with Duke Baird. He knew, even as he said it, that he was fishing for information.
“He teaches me a lot about injuries; working with him helps me remember the pain and suffering that soldiers go through.”
Owen found that he already knew enough about suffering, and vowed to stay away from the infirmary to avoid that constant reminder.