Post by Lisa on Mar 31, 2010 20:05:28 GMT 10
Title: Jealousy, XIV - Final
Rating: PG
Length: 574 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Owen finally confronts Kel, after years of jealousy.
A/N: This is the end of the “Jealousy” series with Meg, who’s the best person to work with!! <3 Thank you, love!!
“I don’t think I can take this anymore,” he finally murmured to himself, after an afternoon of watching Kel spar with Lord Raoul in the inner courtyard of Fort Mastiff. His eyes still lingered on her from his sentry post on the inner wall; she took a ladle of water that Raoul offered and sipped it, her full, pink lips twisted into a smile even as she drank.
Lord Raoul said a few more words that made her laugh, and it made Owen’s stomach turn with envy. In all his years of friendship with Kel, he was never able to master that casual jokes that Raoul or Neal could throw about to make her laugh so easily.
Owen gestured for another soldier to relieve him and climbed off the wall to rush over to Kel’s side. “Do you love him?”
“What?”
“I said, do you love him? Because he’s married, you know, and it’s just going to hurt you in the long run.”
She looked at him as if he’d grown another head. “I know he’s married, Owen. I was his squire when he began his relationship with Buri.”
“But do you love him?” Owen asked weakly.
“Romantically?” Kel squeaked.
He nodded.
“No.” She shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, maybe if things were different. If he were unmarried, and hadn’t been my knight-master. Or if he was closer to my age.”
“He’s only a year younger than my lord Wyldon,” Owen retorted with a scowl.
Kel’s cheeks grew visibly pink. “How did you…?”
“My room was next to his office,” he says darkly.
“Oh.”
“I’m not judging you, Kel,” he said after a long pause.
“Nothing’s happening worth judging,” she replied, stiffening visibly. “Not anymore.”
“Good.”
“Not with anyone.”
“Even the Lioness?”
“You knew about that, too?”
He nodded.
“Well, it’s long over.”
“And Princess Vania?”
“Yes.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did Neal ask you to keep tabs on me?”
“No… did you have something with him, too?”
“No,” she replied with a frown. “I don’t have one cursed ‘thing’ going on with anyone right now.”
“Even better.”
Her expression grew confused. “Why is that better?”
He shuffled his feet, feeling self-conscious. “Because I’m tired of feeling overwhelmed and jealous every time I see you with another fellow. Or lady.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes,” Owen answered. “Crazy jealous, making me wish I could challenge every last person to a duel or – or find some way to sweep you off your feet myself.”
Her frown eased into a relaxed smile as she studied him. He wondered if she thought he was playing games. “I’m fickle, Owen,” she warned. “You don’t want to love me.”
“Wanting to love you and loving you are two different things,” he answered with a shrug. “I know you’re fickle; I’ve been watching you fall in and out of love since I was ten. But it doesn’t change the fact that I want you to fall in love with me.” He leaned forward impulsively, kissing her lightly. When he opened his eyes again, he was relieved to see that she wasn’t angry. “Can you try? To fall in love with me?”
She smiled hesitantly. “I think it’s something I have to consider, now that you’ve done that,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “Let’s just get dinner for now, though.”
“So are you saying I should’ve kissed you years ago – to make you see me in the right light?”
“Let’s just eat dinner.”
Rating: PG
Length: 574 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Owen finally confronts Kel, after years of jealousy.
A/N: This is the end of the “Jealousy” series with Meg, who’s the best person to work with!! <3 Thank you, love!!
“I don’t think I can take this anymore,” he finally murmured to himself, after an afternoon of watching Kel spar with Lord Raoul in the inner courtyard of Fort Mastiff. His eyes still lingered on her from his sentry post on the inner wall; she took a ladle of water that Raoul offered and sipped it, her full, pink lips twisted into a smile even as she drank.
Lord Raoul said a few more words that made her laugh, and it made Owen’s stomach turn with envy. In all his years of friendship with Kel, he was never able to master that casual jokes that Raoul or Neal could throw about to make her laugh so easily.
Owen gestured for another soldier to relieve him and climbed off the wall to rush over to Kel’s side. “Do you love him?”
“What?”
“I said, do you love him? Because he’s married, you know, and it’s just going to hurt you in the long run.”
She looked at him as if he’d grown another head. “I know he’s married, Owen. I was his squire when he began his relationship with Buri.”
“But do you love him?” Owen asked weakly.
“Romantically?” Kel squeaked.
He nodded.
“No.” She shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, maybe if things were different. If he were unmarried, and hadn’t been my knight-master. Or if he was closer to my age.”
“He’s only a year younger than my lord Wyldon,” Owen retorted with a scowl.
Kel’s cheeks grew visibly pink. “How did you…?”
“My room was next to his office,” he says darkly.
“Oh.”
“I’m not judging you, Kel,” he said after a long pause.
“Nothing’s happening worth judging,” she replied, stiffening visibly. “Not anymore.”
“Good.”
“Not with anyone.”
“Even the Lioness?”
“You knew about that, too?”
He nodded.
“Well, it’s long over.”
“And Princess Vania?”
“Yes.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did Neal ask you to keep tabs on me?”
“No… did you have something with him, too?”
“No,” she replied with a frown. “I don’t have one cursed ‘thing’ going on with anyone right now.”
“Even better.”
Her expression grew confused. “Why is that better?”
He shuffled his feet, feeling self-conscious. “Because I’m tired of feeling overwhelmed and jealous every time I see you with another fellow. Or lady.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes,” Owen answered. “Crazy jealous, making me wish I could challenge every last person to a duel or – or find some way to sweep you off your feet myself.”
Her frown eased into a relaxed smile as she studied him. He wondered if she thought he was playing games. “I’m fickle, Owen,” she warned. “You don’t want to love me.”
“Wanting to love you and loving you are two different things,” he answered with a shrug. “I know you’re fickle; I’ve been watching you fall in and out of love since I was ten. But it doesn’t change the fact that I want you to fall in love with me.” He leaned forward impulsively, kissing her lightly. When he opened his eyes again, he was relieved to see that she wasn’t angry. “Can you try? To fall in love with me?”
She smiled hesitantly. “I think it’s something I have to consider, now that you’ve done that,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “Let’s just get dinner for now, though.”
“So are you saying I should’ve kissed you years ago – to make you see me in the right light?”
“Let’s just eat dinner.”