Post by Muse on Apr 1, 2011 14:17:52 GMT 10
Title: Sparring
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: More than one kind of sparring happens at the practice courts. (“I should know that you're no good for me” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
Jon wasn’t the only knight at the practice courts, but as soon as he showed up, the pages on the yard straightened up, eyes flicking back and forth to the king and to their blocking patterns partners. More raps connected with undefended knuckles all of a sudden.
Jon joined the other knights leaning on the fence, watching the pages. Some knights, like Cleon of Kennan, Jon mused as he watched the big redhead, were interested in potential squires because they genuinely needed the help. They would give their students a wealth of practical experience. Others, Jon suspected, like Sir Ansil of Groten, took squires because it was their privilege as knights of the realm to do so. He made a mental note to add them to his list of knights due out for border patrols in the near future.
“Are you quite done staring, sir?” Keladry of Mindelan interrupted his thoughts, and Jon turned slightly to observe the Lady Knight, whose attention was focused on a specific page.
“Was I staring?” Jon asked, his voice even and his smile ready as Kel turned her head slightly.
“If you’re going to reprimand me for watching the fourth year pages, you can save your breath, sir.” She didn’t add, “or, have the conservatives convinced you not to allow me that, either?” though she dearly wanted to.
“Perhaps I was only here to observe the pages for myself,” Jon mentioned. “There are some promising pages in this year, as I expect you have noticed for yourself.”
Kel, unfazed by Jon’s attempts to charm her into a better mood, refused to play his game. “I have, sir. But unless you’re here to withdraw your Writ against me taking Lady Page Fianola of Blue Harbor as my squire, I’m afraid I cannot be of any help.”
Biting his tongue—why must she be the one woman who can simply ignore him?—Jon nodded. “In that case, Lady Knight, I’ll not distract you any longer.”
“I appreciate it.” If she had been anyone else, Jon would have called the small smile playing at the corners of Kel’s lips a smirk, but this was Kel, and she wasn’t smirking at him.
She couldn’t be.
Retrieving his dignity, Jon dusted it off and wandered over to where Kennan was standing in hopes of starting a conversation that he wouldn’t feel as though he was losing before he said a single word.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: More than one kind of sparring happens at the practice courts. (“I should know that you're no good for me” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
Jon wasn’t the only knight at the practice courts, but as soon as he showed up, the pages on the yard straightened up, eyes flicking back and forth to the king and to their blocking patterns partners. More raps connected with undefended knuckles all of a sudden.
Jon joined the other knights leaning on the fence, watching the pages. Some knights, like Cleon of Kennan, Jon mused as he watched the big redhead, were interested in potential squires because they genuinely needed the help. They would give their students a wealth of practical experience. Others, Jon suspected, like Sir Ansil of Groten, took squires because it was their privilege as knights of the realm to do so. He made a mental note to add them to his list of knights due out for border patrols in the near future.
“Are you quite done staring, sir?” Keladry of Mindelan interrupted his thoughts, and Jon turned slightly to observe the Lady Knight, whose attention was focused on a specific page.
“Was I staring?” Jon asked, his voice even and his smile ready as Kel turned her head slightly.
“If you’re going to reprimand me for watching the fourth year pages, you can save your breath, sir.” She didn’t add, “or, have the conservatives convinced you not to allow me that, either?” though she dearly wanted to.
“Perhaps I was only here to observe the pages for myself,” Jon mentioned. “There are some promising pages in this year, as I expect you have noticed for yourself.”
Kel, unfazed by Jon’s attempts to charm her into a better mood, refused to play his game. “I have, sir. But unless you’re here to withdraw your Writ against me taking Lady Page Fianola of Blue Harbor as my squire, I’m afraid I cannot be of any help.”
Biting his tongue—why must she be the one woman who can simply ignore him?—Jon nodded. “In that case, Lady Knight, I’ll not distract you any longer.”
“I appreciate it.” If she had been anyone else, Jon would have called the small smile playing at the corners of Kel’s lips a smirk, but this was Kel, and she wasn’t smirking at him.
She couldn’t be.
Retrieving his dignity, Jon dusted it off and wandered over to where Kennan was standing in hopes of starting a conversation that he wouldn’t feel as though he was losing before he said a single word.
QC by: journeycat