Post by Shhasow on Mar 29, 2011 23:55:09 GMT 10
Title: Shadows, (2)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 377
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: A short tale about sadness and old age.
When Jon turned 65, he began to age. Physically, he’d been in decline for a few years, but it was then that he started to forget things. It was small things at first, like where he had set down a piece of paper or toed off his boots, but the day he called his youngest son by his oldest son’s name, Kel knew something was terribly wrong.
She remembered that day clearly:
Their only child, Piers, bounced around happily from room to room, thrilled that he had finally turned ten and would become a page. Even though he already lived in the palace, he was getting his own rooms in the page wing, and would be free from the over-protective eyes of his royal parents.
Piers checked his overflowing bags multiple times; he had insisted on moving only what he could tote in order to get the ‘true experience’ of a real page. Kel had grinned and shaken her head in amusement, and said nothing. Her little Piers had inherited his stubbornness from both parents, and there was little use to argue over something so small.
He was pawing through the leather bags one more time when Jon walked in, morning tea in hand. “You haven’t forgotten anything, have you, Roald?”
Kel glanced in confusion at her husband; she knew Piers hadn’t noticed, as he chirped a cheerful, “Nope!” and skipped from the room.
“You meant Piers.”
“What?” Jon looked at her and away from the depths of his tea.
“You said Roald, Jon,” Kel pressed.
He frowned, then shrugged. “I doubt that, Tha-Kel.”
She froze in shock, certain that he had nearly called her by his dead wife’s name, but Jon continued to sip placidly at his drink.
That was when Kel began to think, and not about pleasant things. This was not normal behavior, not when this instance was combined with a dozen other little moments of forgetfulness or odd indecisiveness. Just the other night, he’d become inordinately frustrated when he couldn’t decide between two nearly-identical tunics.
Kel decided that she had to contact her old friend. Years ago, Neal had taken over for his father, and the healer would either calm her fears or would be able to fix whatever was drastically wrong.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 377
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: A short tale about sadness and old age.
When Jon turned 65, he began to age. Physically, he’d been in decline for a few years, but it was then that he started to forget things. It was small things at first, like where he had set down a piece of paper or toed off his boots, but the day he called his youngest son by his oldest son’s name, Kel knew something was terribly wrong.
She remembered that day clearly:
Their only child, Piers, bounced around happily from room to room, thrilled that he had finally turned ten and would become a page. Even though he already lived in the palace, he was getting his own rooms in the page wing, and would be free from the over-protective eyes of his royal parents.
Piers checked his overflowing bags multiple times; he had insisted on moving only what he could tote in order to get the ‘true experience’ of a real page. Kel had grinned and shaken her head in amusement, and said nothing. Her little Piers had inherited his stubbornness from both parents, and there was little use to argue over something so small.
He was pawing through the leather bags one more time when Jon walked in, morning tea in hand. “You haven’t forgotten anything, have you, Roald?”
Kel glanced in confusion at her husband; she knew Piers hadn’t noticed, as he chirped a cheerful, “Nope!” and skipped from the room.
“You meant Piers.”
“What?” Jon looked at her and away from the depths of his tea.
“You said Roald, Jon,” Kel pressed.
He frowned, then shrugged. “I doubt that, Tha-Kel.”
She froze in shock, certain that he had nearly called her by his dead wife’s name, but Jon continued to sip placidly at his drink.
That was when Kel began to think, and not about pleasant things. This was not normal behavior, not when this instance was combined with a dozen other little moments of forgetfulness or odd indecisiveness. Just the other night, he’d become inordinately frustrated when he couldn’t decide between two nearly-identical tunics.
Kel decided that she had to contact her old friend. Years ago, Neal had taken over for his father, and the healer would either calm her fears or would be able to fix whatever was drastically wrong.
QC by: journeycat