Post by Shhasow on Apr 3, 2011 8:18:36 GMT 10
Title: Jon’s Big Question, (2)
Rating: G
Word Count: 455
Pairing: Kel/Jon
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Raoul has a talk with Kel.
“Good morning, Kel,” came a cheerful voice from her right. Kel glanced over and smiled at her old knight-master.
“Good morning, Raoul,” she answered. “You came in late last night. I just caught a glimpse of you, but you look different now.” Kel searched his face, frowning.
“Ah, yes,” he coughed as he sat down his breakfast tray next to her. “The ride back was rather frantic and it wouldn’t stop raining. I hadn’t shaved for almost a week, so I had a small beard.”
“It looked very nice on you.”
Raoul groaned slightly. “Hardly. I’m sure it was wet, bedraggled, with all kinds of filth stuck in it.”
Kel shrugged. “Not from what I saw.”
He paused. “Buri made me shave it off,” he said cautiously. “As soon as she saw me, she shoved a razor in my hand. I can’t believe women care so much about facial hair.”
Kel’s eyes narrowed. This sounded oddly familiar, almost like the argument a certain husband of hers had used last night. “Jon put you up to this, didn’t he?”
Raoul stuffed a roll into his mouth and looked at her beseechingly.
“Nice trick,” Kel muttered. “Remind me to use that one on Jon sometime.” She rubbed her eyes with one hand. “Speaking of, where is he?”
Raoul shrugged and, as he swallowed, shoved in another roll.
Face set in a mutinous expression, Kel rose to her feet. “If you have no suggestions, then I will never help you again when you get swamped with supply reports,” she threatened.
Raoul waved his arms frantically, manfully choked down the roll, and croaked out, “No, no, I’m sorry Kel.”
She sat down, arms crossed. “Talk. The fate of your completed paperwork hangs in the balance.”
He cast around for something to say. “Ah, well, I think that his beard is actually quite dashing.”
Apparently that was the magic phrase, for Kel’s stubborn expression melted away, leaving a dreamy smile. “Isn’t it? I must admit, I fell in love with his beard first. It’s just so kingly.”
Raoul nodded sagely. “Jon always did grow a good beard, but it wasn’t until he became king that he kept it.”
Kel hardly seemed to hear him. “It’s so thick and full. The best beard in Tortall.” She glanced at Raoul. “Right?
“In all the Eastern Lands!” Raoul waved his glass of juice in the air.
“Exactly. I’m so glad you see things my way, Raoul.” Kel patted his shoulder. “We need to talk more often. I do enjoy how we see eye to eye on so many subjects.”
Kel strolled away, leaving her breakfast tray half-full.
“Sorry Jon, I tried, but she’s scarier than you,” Raoul muttered as he swiped her bacon.
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Rating: G
Word Count: 455
Pairing: Kel/Jon
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Raoul has a talk with Kel.
“Good morning, Kel,” came a cheerful voice from her right. Kel glanced over and smiled at her old knight-master.
“Good morning, Raoul,” she answered. “You came in late last night. I just caught a glimpse of you, but you look different now.” Kel searched his face, frowning.
“Ah, yes,” he coughed as he sat down his breakfast tray next to her. “The ride back was rather frantic and it wouldn’t stop raining. I hadn’t shaved for almost a week, so I had a small beard.”
“It looked very nice on you.”
Raoul groaned slightly. “Hardly. I’m sure it was wet, bedraggled, with all kinds of filth stuck in it.”
Kel shrugged. “Not from what I saw.”
He paused. “Buri made me shave it off,” he said cautiously. “As soon as she saw me, she shoved a razor in my hand. I can’t believe women care so much about facial hair.”
Kel’s eyes narrowed. This sounded oddly familiar, almost like the argument a certain husband of hers had used last night. “Jon put you up to this, didn’t he?”
Raoul stuffed a roll into his mouth and looked at her beseechingly.
“Nice trick,” Kel muttered. “Remind me to use that one on Jon sometime.” She rubbed her eyes with one hand. “Speaking of, where is he?”
Raoul shrugged and, as he swallowed, shoved in another roll.
Face set in a mutinous expression, Kel rose to her feet. “If you have no suggestions, then I will never help you again when you get swamped with supply reports,” she threatened.
Raoul waved his arms frantically, manfully choked down the roll, and croaked out, “No, no, I’m sorry Kel.”
She sat down, arms crossed. “Talk. The fate of your completed paperwork hangs in the balance.”
He cast around for something to say. “Ah, well, I think that his beard is actually quite dashing.”
Apparently that was the magic phrase, for Kel’s stubborn expression melted away, leaving a dreamy smile. “Isn’t it? I must admit, I fell in love with his beard first. It’s just so kingly.”
Raoul nodded sagely. “Jon always did grow a good beard, but it wasn’t until he became king that he kept it.”
Kel hardly seemed to hear him. “It’s so thick and full. The best beard in Tortall.” She glanced at Raoul. “Right?
“In all the Eastern Lands!” Raoul waved his glass of juice in the air.
“Exactly. I’m so glad you see things my way, Raoul.” Kel patted his shoulder. “We need to talk more often. I do enjoy how we see eye to eye on so many subjects.”
Kel strolled away, leaving her breakfast tray half-full.
“Sorry Jon, I tried, but she’s scarier than you,” Raoul muttered as he swiped her bacon.
[EXCLUDED: Duplicate fic]