Post by Muse on Apr 3, 2011 5:23:34 GMT 10
Title: Perspective
Rating: PG
Word Count: 317
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Someone else notices these odd interactions between Kel and Jon. (“You're in then you're out, you're up and you're down...” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
It was all very odd, or at least, it seemed that way to Fianola. Surely by now, after both Lady Alanna and Lady Kel had gotten their shields, a girl-page was no big news. She still had to pass her fourth year exams, too.
Nevertheless, King Jonathan—the king himself!—came to the practice courts almost everyday to watch the pages practice; Fianola could feel his eyes on her as she parried, blocked, and spun during fencing practice. Why he was there, she could only guess at, but every time he was present, so was Lady Knight Kel, and Fianola paid very close attention to when the Lady Knight was present.
Not that she wanted to impress Lady Kel or anything…well, maybe just a little.
There; they were doing it again! Fianola’s attention was distracted as another slice came through the air, and she maneuvered so Fianola could see the Lady Knight over her opponent’s shoulder.
Kel was leaning on the fence, a casual position, but one that seemed tight, somehow, as she exchanged words with King Jonathan. Fianola wouldn’t say they were talking, really—she threw up another block, then moved in with a butterfly sweep—because Lady Kel smiled more when she was actually talking.
King Jonathan—Fianola circled her fellow page—certainly smiled enough for both of them. Didn’t his face ever hurt?
She lost track of the two as she broke away from a hilt-to-hilt lock before driving back in, under an arm, to hold her sword point right at her friend’s heart. He yielded, grinning, and Fianola casually pushed sweaty hair out of her face and checked on Lady Kel.
The lady knight was clapping, pausing only to exchange a last word with the King before Jonathan stepped back. His gaze swept the courts, and Fianola’s breath caught as he seemed to watch her for a long moment.
Whatever was going on?
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 317
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Someone else notices these odd interactions between Kel and Jon. (“You're in then you're out, you're up and you're down...” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
It was all very odd, or at least, it seemed that way to Fianola. Surely by now, after both Lady Alanna and Lady Kel had gotten their shields, a girl-page was no big news. She still had to pass her fourth year exams, too.
Nevertheless, King Jonathan—the king himself!—came to the practice courts almost everyday to watch the pages practice; Fianola could feel his eyes on her as she parried, blocked, and spun during fencing practice. Why he was there, she could only guess at, but every time he was present, so was Lady Knight Kel, and Fianola paid very close attention to when the Lady Knight was present.
Not that she wanted to impress Lady Kel or anything…well, maybe just a little.
There; they were doing it again! Fianola’s attention was distracted as another slice came through the air, and she maneuvered so Fianola could see the Lady Knight over her opponent’s shoulder.
Kel was leaning on the fence, a casual position, but one that seemed tight, somehow, as she exchanged words with King Jonathan. Fianola wouldn’t say they were talking, really—she threw up another block, then moved in with a butterfly sweep—because Lady Kel smiled more when she was actually talking.
King Jonathan—Fianola circled her fellow page—certainly smiled enough for both of them. Didn’t his face ever hurt?
She lost track of the two as she broke away from a hilt-to-hilt lock before driving back in, under an arm, to hold her sword point right at her friend’s heart. He yielded, grinning, and Fianola casually pushed sweaty hair out of her face and checked on Lady Kel.
The lady knight was clapping, pausing only to exchange a last word with the King before Jonathan stepped back. His gaze swept the courts, and Fianola’s breath caught as he seemed to watch her for a long moment.
Whatever was going on?
QC: by Cassandra