Post by Shhasow on Apr 1, 2011 14:37:04 GMT 10
JK R1: Jon’s Big Question, G, (4)
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Buri has a talk with Kel.
Kel sighed, nervously smoothing her hands down her full skirts. She disliked these grand balls. Jon didn’t like them either, but such was the life of a monarch. She had to smile and pretend to enjoy herself and like everyone she spoke to and danced with. No matter what.
She smiled a grateful smile when she saw Buri approach. After her marriage to Raoul, the two women had become much closer, especially after Kel’s marriage to Jon.
“Buri, so glad you could make it,” said Kel, for once that night completely honest.
Buri grinned and gave a surprisingly graceful curtsy. “I wasn’t going to come,” she informed Kel, “but my husband insisted that if he had to go, I had to as well. And yours,” she nodded towards the blue-clothed king, “Asked me to speak with you.”
Kel raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Did he now?”
Buri nodded solemnly. “He asked me to use my superior skills of womanly communication and persuasion in order to convince you to let him shave off his beard.”
“Just like that?”
“Exactly so. However, I do believe he wanted me to use different words. Ones that might actually work.”
“And what do you actually think?” Kel asked, a grin slowly forming on her lips.
Buri shrugged. “He’s your husband. Do what you want with him.”
“Any suggestions?”
Buri shrugged again, though she had a wicked gleam in her eyes. “If you need to, go for the tears. These big manly men cannot stand to see a woman in pain.”
Kel couldn't imagine the tough woman ever crying, but then again, she herself hardly cried either. She watched her bored-looking husband as he greeted another couple he secretly loathed. “That’s a rather good idea, actually.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Buri has a talk with Kel.
Kel sighed, nervously smoothing her hands down her full skirts. She disliked these grand balls. Jon didn’t like them either, but such was the life of a monarch. She had to smile and pretend to enjoy herself and like everyone she spoke to and danced with. No matter what.
She smiled a grateful smile when she saw Buri approach. After her marriage to Raoul, the two women had become much closer, especially after Kel’s marriage to Jon.
“Buri, so glad you could make it,” said Kel, for once that night completely honest.
Buri grinned and gave a surprisingly graceful curtsy. “I wasn’t going to come,” she informed Kel, “but my husband insisted that if he had to go, I had to as well. And yours,” she nodded towards the blue-clothed king, “Asked me to speak with you.”
Kel raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Did he now?”
Buri nodded solemnly. “He asked me to use my superior skills of womanly communication and persuasion in order to convince you to let him shave off his beard.”
“Just like that?”
“Exactly so. However, I do believe he wanted me to use different words. Ones that might actually work.”
“And what do you actually think?” Kel asked, a grin slowly forming on her lips.
Buri shrugged. “He’s your husband. Do what you want with him.”
“Any suggestions?”
Buri shrugged again, though she had a wicked gleam in her eyes. “If you need to, go for the tears. These big manly men cannot stand to see a woman in pain.”
Kel couldn't imagine the tough woman ever crying, but then again, she herself hardly cried either. She watched her bored-looking husband as he greeted another couple he secretly loathed. “That’s a rather good idea, actually.”
QC by: journeycat