Post by Muse on Apr 3, 2011 5:21:51 GMT 10
Title: More of the Same
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Neither of them are willing to budge or to play nice. (“You're hot and you're cold, you're yes and you're no.” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
To Kel’s discontent, her run-ins with Jonathan of Conte took on similar patterns; she would run into him while on official business for the King’s Own, or he would come across her on the practice courts, and they would make forced small talk. As much as she wanted to, Kel was not about to give the King the pleasure of bringing up the subject of Lady Page Fianola of Blue Harbor again, and Jon was apparently quite content to leave the issue standing between them, the elephant in the room that neither acknowledged.
Jon began to dread the cool tone that Kel spoke with when addressing him, even when he so much as asked how she was doing. “Quite fine, sir,” she informed him briskly. “The weather has much improved the Own’s abilities in the field.”
What set him on edge most how obvious it was; Kel kept that tone reserved for Jon. Minutes after turning away from him, he could see her smile warmly to a new recruit, or ask genuinely after the animals in the care of Daine the Wildmage.
It drove Jon mad.
He managed to find her, to trap her—did she know? He didn’t think she did—where she couldn’t leave except past him, and then he followed her.
Kel wondered at the slight footsteps behind her in the hall, and turning a corner, she glimpsed the king. Kel bit her lip; she hadto try very hard not to think that Jonathan looked a bit like Jump, following whomever looked like they’d feed him.
“Did you have something else to ask, your majesty?”
It couldn’t be called fumbling for words, not exactly, but Jonathan’s first sentence is a little jumbled.
“Ah, well, Keladry… I was wondering if you had a potential squire in mind, as you’ve been studying them all so frequently?”
Jon thought his recovery was perfectly done, and he cemented it with what he knew had been described as a “blinding” smile.
“I have, your majesty, and no, you won’t like who, sir,” Kel informed him.
Jon sighed. “Must we always be at odds, Kel?” His face, he knew, was perfectly wistful.
“The infamous Conte charm won’t work with me, your majesty,” Kel informed Jon levelly, watching him realign the words on his tongue.
“Maybe not,” he agreed.
Kel wondered as he walked away if he could hear her heart pounding as loudly as she could. Pox rot him.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Neither of them are willing to budge or to play nice. (“You're hot and you're cold, you're yes and you're no.” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
To Kel’s discontent, her run-ins with Jonathan of Conte took on similar patterns; she would run into him while on official business for the King’s Own, or he would come across her on the practice courts, and they would make forced small talk. As much as she wanted to, Kel was not about to give the King the pleasure of bringing up the subject of Lady Page Fianola of Blue Harbor again, and Jon was apparently quite content to leave the issue standing between them, the elephant in the room that neither acknowledged.
Jon began to dread the cool tone that Kel spoke with when addressing him, even when he so much as asked how she was doing. “Quite fine, sir,” she informed him briskly. “The weather has much improved the Own’s abilities in the field.”
What set him on edge most how obvious it was; Kel kept that tone reserved for Jon. Minutes after turning away from him, he could see her smile warmly to a new recruit, or ask genuinely after the animals in the care of Daine the Wildmage.
It drove Jon mad.
He managed to find her, to trap her—did she know? He didn’t think she did—where she couldn’t leave except past him, and then he followed her.
Kel wondered at the slight footsteps behind her in the hall, and turning a corner, she glimpsed the king. Kel bit her lip; she hadto try very hard not to think that Jonathan looked a bit like Jump, following whomever looked like they’d feed him.
“Did you have something else to ask, your majesty?”
It couldn’t be called fumbling for words, not exactly, but Jonathan’s first sentence is a little jumbled.
“Ah, well, Keladry… I was wondering if you had a potential squire in mind, as you’ve been studying them all so frequently?”
Jon thought his recovery was perfectly done, and he cemented it with what he knew had been described as a “blinding” smile.
“I have, your majesty, and no, you won’t like who, sir,” Kel informed him.
Jon sighed. “Must we always be at odds, Kel?” His face, he knew, was perfectly wistful.
“The infamous Conte charm won’t work with me, your majesty,” Kel informed Jon levelly, watching him realign the words on his tongue.
“Maybe not,” he agreed.
Kel wondered as he walked away if he could hear her heart pounding as loudly as she could. Pox rot him.
QC: by Cassandra