Post by Shhasow on Apr 3, 2011 8:21:14 GMT 10
Title: Jon’s Big Question, (5)
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Kel/Jon
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Wyldon has a talk with Kel.
Kel was in the practice yards working through a practice routine with her glaive when a familiar voice reached her ears.
“Lady Knight.”
She stopped mid-lunge and grinned a welcome to her old training master. “Wyldon! It’s great to see you again, not since the end of the war. Have you been at Cavall at this time?”
He nodded. “And you’ve been here,” he noted dryly, glancing at her wedding ring.
Kel blushed faintly. “Well, things happened quickly, and you’ve been gone for years. I certainly didn’t know that Jon and I would fall in love.”
Wyldon nodded again and shifted uneasily. Kel frowned slightly. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw him unsettled. “So what brings you to Corus?”
“I was, the king-that is,” he stopped and sighed. “I was compelled by the king to come here.” He continued before Kel could speak. “He wants my help on a particularly sensitive matter.”
Kel nodded. “That sounds rather important. Can I be of assistance?”
“In a matter of speaking.” To her amazement, Wyldon’s cheeks reddened slightly, and he spoke quickly in a low voice, “Don’t I look younger than the king?”
Kel frowned, confused. “Wha-”
Wyldon rubbed his chin. “I mean, doesn’t the absence of facial hair accentuate my youth?”
Kel was torn between outrage and hilarious laughter. “You don’t do subtlety well, my lord.”
Wyldon sighed. “I am aware, but the king is desperate.”
“He must be to recruit your help, but I won’t use you as the middleman as my soon-to-be-former husband did. I will tell him myself to cease using people I respect in a futile attempt to change my mind. He’s just going to have to live with it.”
As Kel stalked off, sharp glaive in hand, Wyldon thanked Mithros that Vivenne preferred him clean-shaven.
[EXCLUDED: Duplicate fic]
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Kel/Jon
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Wyldon has a talk with Kel.
Kel was in the practice yards working through a practice routine with her glaive when a familiar voice reached her ears.
“Lady Knight.”
She stopped mid-lunge and grinned a welcome to her old training master. “Wyldon! It’s great to see you again, not since the end of the war. Have you been at Cavall at this time?”
He nodded. “And you’ve been here,” he noted dryly, glancing at her wedding ring.
Kel blushed faintly. “Well, things happened quickly, and you’ve been gone for years. I certainly didn’t know that Jon and I would fall in love.”
Wyldon nodded again and shifted uneasily. Kel frowned slightly. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw him unsettled. “So what brings you to Corus?”
“I was, the king-that is,” he stopped and sighed. “I was compelled by the king to come here.” He continued before Kel could speak. “He wants my help on a particularly sensitive matter.”
Kel nodded. “That sounds rather important. Can I be of assistance?”
“In a matter of speaking.” To her amazement, Wyldon’s cheeks reddened slightly, and he spoke quickly in a low voice, “Don’t I look younger than the king?”
Kel frowned, confused. “Wha-”
Wyldon rubbed his chin. “I mean, doesn’t the absence of facial hair accentuate my youth?”
Kel was torn between outrage and hilarious laughter. “You don’t do subtlety well, my lord.”
Wyldon sighed. “I am aware, but the king is desperate.”
“He must be to recruit your help, but I won’t use you as the middleman as my soon-to-be-former husband did. I will tell him myself to cease using people I respect in a futile attempt to change my mind. He’s just going to have to live with it.”
As Kel stalked off, sharp glaive in hand, Wyldon thanked Mithros that Vivenne preferred him clean-shaven.
[EXCLUDED: Duplicate fic]