Post by Muse on Mar 31, 2011 13:21:15 GMT 10
Title: Expectations
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 347
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: A person isn't always who you wish they would be. (“You PMS like a chick I would know” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
Kel didn’t realize she had an audience until she dragged her helmet from her head, pushing back the sweaty hair that was plastered to her forehead. Balancing her lance across Peachblossom’s withers, she turned.
The low whistle had come from Raoul, who offered her a smile even as he observed her tight, drawn face.
“You took the arm clean off,” he commented, gesturing at the quintain she had just galloped past, whose shield arm rested in the dust a good six feet away. “What are you upset about?”
Kel blinked at the quintain. “I didn’t mean to do that,” she muttered.
“You’re skirting the question, Kel. What’s up?”
Kel took her time as she dismounted, patting Peachblossom before turning to meet Raoul’s kind eyes.
“I’ve been royally commanded not to approach Lady Squire-to-be Fianola of Blue Harbor with a request to be her knightmaster.”
Raoul flinched; the words were cold, especially coming from Jon, and clearly Kel had taken exception to them.
“I take it you talked to Jon about it?” Raoul asked gently, and something in Kel snapped; he could see it in the way that Kel’s knuckles turned white and in the flat line of her lips.
“Only long enough to hear more drivel about how the conservatives’ gentle dispositions still object rather unappealingly to the idea of female knights and everything of their ilk.”
“You’re upset because it isn’t fair.”
“And he knows it, too; Jonathan of Conte admitted as much to my face, yet he refuses to ‘alienate the conservative court’ over such an issue.”
Kel bit her lip against the frustrated tears rising in her eyes. “He said he was rethinking the probationary year just last month, and now he comes out with this.”
Raoul laid a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe I should mention something to him…”
“Don’t.” Kel shook her head. “He won’t change his mind.”
Squeezing her shoulder, Raoul nodded. “If that’s what you wish…”
Kel nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to say what she really wished; for Jonathan of Conte to finally live up to her expectations.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 347
Pairing: Jonathan/Keladry
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: A person isn't always who you wish they would be. (“You PMS like a chick I would know” Part of the series: Hot ‘n Cold; lyrics by Katy Perry.)
Kel didn’t realize she had an audience until she dragged her helmet from her head, pushing back the sweaty hair that was plastered to her forehead. Balancing her lance across Peachblossom’s withers, she turned.
The low whistle had come from Raoul, who offered her a smile even as he observed her tight, drawn face.
“You took the arm clean off,” he commented, gesturing at the quintain she had just galloped past, whose shield arm rested in the dust a good six feet away. “What are you upset about?”
Kel blinked at the quintain. “I didn’t mean to do that,” she muttered.
“You’re skirting the question, Kel. What’s up?”
Kel took her time as she dismounted, patting Peachblossom before turning to meet Raoul’s kind eyes.
“I’ve been royally commanded not to approach Lady Squire-to-be Fianola of Blue Harbor with a request to be her knightmaster.”
Raoul flinched; the words were cold, especially coming from Jon, and clearly Kel had taken exception to them.
“I take it you talked to Jon about it?” Raoul asked gently, and something in Kel snapped; he could see it in the way that Kel’s knuckles turned white and in the flat line of her lips.
“Only long enough to hear more drivel about how the conservatives’ gentle dispositions still object rather unappealingly to the idea of female knights and everything of their ilk.”
“You’re upset because it isn’t fair.”
“And he knows it, too; Jonathan of Conte admitted as much to my face, yet he refuses to ‘alienate the conservative court’ over such an issue.”
Kel bit her lip against the frustrated tears rising in her eyes. “He said he was rethinking the probationary year just last month, and now he comes out with this.”
Raoul laid a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe I should mention something to him…”
“Don’t.” Kel shook her head. “He won’t change his mind.”
Squeezing her shoulder, Raoul nodded. “If that’s what you wish…”
Kel nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to say what she really wished; for Jonathan of Conte to finally live up to her expectations.
QC by: journeycat