Post by Shhasow on Mar 30, 2011 22:24:27 GMT 10
Title: Breaking the News, (2)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 329
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Kel lets something slip. Rating for some language
Even as Kel clutched her sides and futilely attempted to stop laughing, Ilane of Mindelan merely continued to perch in her chair, one thin eyebrow raised in an elegant, wordless question.
“I fail to see what is so humorous about this, Keladry,” she said with a hint of frost. A perfect ambassador’s wife, she displayed no hint of her growing confusion and irritation.
Unfortunately, this set Kel off again, and another bubble of laughter erupted, edged with more than a hint of hysteria.
Wisely, her mother said nothing until Kel slowly regained control of herself. She handed Kel an embroidered handkerchief, which she used to scrub away her tears and wipe at her nose. Kel winced at the wet cloth, but gingerly offered it back.
Kel took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse and shattered nerves. “I apologize, mother,” she said carefully. “I was merely surprised. Jon isn’t a commoner.” She froze.
Damn, damn, damn, damn my loose tongue and my wandering wits!
“Jon, is he?” Finally, a name.” Ilane nodded with satisfaction. “I knew you’ve been mooning over someone from your letters.”
Kel winced. She thought she had been rather discreet, but mothers always knew, apparently.
Her mother continued to sip her tea as she thought. Then she said, slowly, “I don’t recognize any nobles with that name. Is he a foreigner?”
Kel desperately wished at that moment she could tell her mother ‘yes,’ and not get caught lying, but she was a terrible, horrible liar when it came to her parents.
Ilane paused at the stricken, guilty look on her youngest’s face. “Keladry,” she warned.
Kel slouched in her chair and covered her face with her hands. She sent up a silent apology to Jon; they hadn’t planned on publicizing their relationship for several months, at least. With the public scrutiny sure to come, they wanted to make sure that they would last together before subjecting themselves to the ravenous horde of rumor-mongers.
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 329
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Kel lets something slip. Rating for some language
Even as Kel clutched her sides and futilely attempted to stop laughing, Ilane of Mindelan merely continued to perch in her chair, one thin eyebrow raised in an elegant, wordless question.
“I fail to see what is so humorous about this, Keladry,” she said with a hint of frost. A perfect ambassador’s wife, she displayed no hint of her growing confusion and irritation.
Unfortunately, this set Kel off again, and another bubble of laughter erupted, edged with more than a hint of hysteria.
Wisely, her mother said nothing until Kel slowly regained control of herself. She handed Kel an embroidered handkerchief, which she used to scrub away her tears and wipe at her nose. Kel winced at the wet cloth, but gingerly offered it back.
Kel took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse and shattered nerves. “I apologize, mother,” she said carefully. “I was merely surprised. Jon isn’t a commoner.” She froze.
Damn, damn, damn, damn my loose tongue and my wandering wits!
“Jon, is he?” Finally, a name.” Ilane nodded with satisfaction. “I knew you’ve been mooning over someone from your letters.”
Kel winced. She thought she had been rather discreet, but mothers always knew, apparently.
Her mother continued to sip her tea as she thought. Then she said, slowly, “I don’t recognize any nobles with that name. Is he a foreigner?”
Kel desperately wished at that moment she could tell her mother ‘yes,’ and not get caught lying, but she was a terrible, horrible liar when it came to her parents.
Ilane paused at the stricken, guilty look on her youngest’s face. “Keladry,” she warned.
Kel slouched in her chair and covered her face with her hands. She sent up a silent apology to Jon; they hadn’t planned on publicizing their relationship for several months, at least. With the public scrutiny sure to come, they wanted to make sure that they would last together before subjecting themselves to the ravenous horde of rumor-mongers.
QC by: wordy