Post by max on Feb 5, 2010 17:26:49 GMT 10
Title: Kieran
Rating: PG
Length: 500
Competitor: Uline
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Kieran and Keladry have a conversation.
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‘I can’t say I was expecting to see you here,’ she says, shock making her perhaps a little more frank than is perhaps proper. ‘I don’t know what at all you could want with me.’
His eyes are a blue unlike any she has ever seen before – not the Conte sapphire or the fire-hot blue Joren’s used to be, but a deep, vibrant shade like nothing so much as the summer sky in the deep hours of the night, and once she has met them, she realises, panicked, she can no more lie to him than she could a griffin.
‘I know what your relationship is with my wife,’ he says evenly, folding his cloak over his arm as he leans against the edge of her desk. Every move he makes is filled with the fluid grace of a cat, his body long and leonine, hair the colour of burnt gold, and neatly shorn to reveal the sharp cheekbones and brooding jaw beneath. His lips are strangely, femininely full, though, and incongruously, she finds herself wishing to reach out and touch them. ‘Or rather, I know what you mean to her.’
She has learnt, in a disinterested way, much about him over the past year. His bravery in the immortals war, when he was just a squire. His pride of place as one of the knights from Wyldon’s glory days as training master. He is a haMinch, has a seat in congress, epitomises what springs to mind when people throw around the phrase, Knight Of The Realm.
And now he is here, trying to threaten her away from Uline, and her mouth hurts from gritting her teeth so hard.
‘Very well then, Sir Kieran,’ she says, folding her arms and walking over to the door. ‘It is good to see where we stand with one another.’
He raises an eyebrow at her, then turns to survey the view beyond her window. ‘I have no interest in you for your sake, Lady Knight, but Uline’s,’
‘How funny, I had no – ’
But his head snaps up, eyes meeting hers with a warning that stills her tongue the way Wyldon used to.
‘Uline is kin to my soul. We have come through more fires than there are hairs on your head.’ And he is standing now, coming over to the door, and although she knows he isn’t trying to intimidate her, his presence seems to flood the space, and wrenching the door open is only a kind of reprieve, as he says. ‘If you hurt her, in any way, I will maim you.’
Surprise makes her stumble, letting the door handle go.
'I would never hurt Uline!' and the fire is back in her, eyes sparking with anger. 'I l - ' but the phrase dies on her lips as she sees the menace melt out of his eyes to be replaced by a wry respect.
Realises the test this visit has been.
'It seems we understand each other, Keladry of Mindelan.'
Rating: PG
Length: 500
Competitor: Uline
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Kieran and Keladry have a conversation.
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‘I can’t say I was expecting to see you here,’ she says, shock making her perhaps a little more frank than is perhaps proper. ‘I don’t know what at all you could want with me.’
His eyes are a blue unlike any she has ever seen before – not the Conte sapphire or the fire-hot blue Joren’s used to be, but a deep, vibrant shade like nothing so much as the summer sky in the deep hours of the night, and once she has met them, she realises, panicked, she can no more lie to him than she could a griffin.
‘I know what your relationship is with my wife,’ he says evenly, folding his cloak over his arm as he leans against the edge of her desk. Every move he makes is filled with the fluid grace of a cat, his body long and leonine, hair the colour of burnt gold, and neatly shorn to reveal the sharp cheekbones and brooding jaw beneath. His lips are strangely, femininely full, though, and incongruously, she finds herself wishing to reach out and touch them. ‘Or rather, I know what you mean to her.’
She has learnt, in a disinterested way, much about him over the past year. His bravery in the immortals war, when he was just a squire. His pride of place as one of the knights from Wyldon’s glory days as training master. He is a haMinch, has a seat in congress, epitomises what springs to mind when people throw around the phrase, Knight Of The Realm.
And now he is here, trying to threaten her away from Uline, and her mouth hurts from gritting her teeth so hard.
‘Very well then, Sir Kieran,’ she says, folding her arms and walking over to the door. ‘It is good to see where we stand with one another.’
He raises an eyebrow at her, then turns to survey the view beyond her window. ‘I have no interest in you for your sake, Lady Knight, but Uline’s,’
‘How funny, I had no – ’
But his head snaps up, eyes meeting hers with a warning that stills her tongue the way Wyldon used to.
‘Uline is kin to my soul. We have come through more fires than there are hairs on your head.’ And he is standing now, coming over to the door, and although she knows he isn’t trying to intimidate her, his presence seems to flood the space, and wrenching the door open is only a kind of reprieve, as he says. ‘If you hurt her, in any way, I will maim you.’
Surprise makes her stumble, letting the door handle go.
'I would never hurt Uline!' and the fire is back in her, eyes sparking with anger. 'I l - ' but the phrase dies on her lips as she sees the menace melt out of his eyes to be replaced by a wry respect.
Realises the test this visit has been.
'It seems we understand each other, Keladry of Mindelan.'