Post by sidonie on May 1, 2011 4:16:59 GMT 10
Title: Goldenlake
Rating: G
Word Count: 301
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary visits Fief Goldenlake.
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It was their last summer of freedom, that strange limbo between graduating from the ranks of the pages and being chosen as a knight's squire. At loose ends, Gary had found himself despising the idea of staying in the Palace with his father, and so he accepted Raoul's offer to visit Goldenlake.
The landscape unfolded before them, rugged and beautiful and eminently explorable. Raoul's father called it the prettiest fief in all Tortall, and Gary was inclined to agree with him. Especially now, sitting on the edge of the lake it had been named for, sprawled together on a sun-warmed rock.
The lake, nestled between high mountain peaks, was icy cold—as they had discovered in an ill-conceived swim—and the deep, clear blue of snow melt. Gary stared, trying not to gawk like the city boy he was.
“It's not golden,” he finally murmured, affecting a lazy, unimpressed tone.
Raoul chuckled, a new baritone rumble that still didn't sound like him to his friend's ears. “Yes it is.”
“No it's not. It's blue, like water should be. Maybe you should be Raoul of Bluelake—”
“Gary.” Raoul's voice was firm, the commanding tone he had just begun to adopt. “Look.”
As he once more turned his eyes to the water, the new-made squire couldn't quite stifle his gasp of awe. The sun, which had been dipping toward the horizon, now rested on the edge of the lake, cradled in the gap between the mountains. It blazed a deep, molten gold, which spilled out and gilded the surface of the water until it seemed to glow. The valley filled with light the color of thick honey, painting everything dreamlike and otherworldly.
“Oh,” Gary murmured, his voice sounding infinitesimally small in this ethereal realm. “I take it back.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 301
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary visits Fief Goldenlake.
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It was their last summer of freedom, that strange limbo between graduating from the ranks of the pages and being chosen as a knight's squire. At loose ends, Gary had found himself despising the idea of staying in the Palace with his father, and so he accepted Raoul's offer to visit Goldenlake.
The landscape unfolded before them, rugged and beautiful and eminently explorable. Raoul's father called it the prettiest fief in all Tortall, and Gary was inclined to agree with him. Especially now, sitting on the edge of the lake it had been named for, sprawled together on a sun-warmed rock.
The lake, nestled between high mountain peaks, was icy cold—as they had discovered in an ill-conceived swim—and the deep, clear blue of snow melt. Gary stared, trying not to gawk like the city boy he was.
“It's not golden,” he finally murmured, affecting a lazy, unimpressed tone.
Raoul chuckled, a new baritone rumble that still didn't sound like him to his friend's ears. “Yes it is.”
“No it's not. It's blue, like water should be. Maybe you should be Raoul of Bluelake—”
“Gary.” Raoul's voice was firm, the commanding tone he had just begun to adopt. “Look.”
As he once more turned his eyes to the water, the new-made squire couldn't quite stifle his gasp of awe. The sun, which had been dipping toward the horizon, now rested on the edge of the lake, cradled in the gap between the mountains. It blazed a deep, molten gold, which spilled out and gilded the surface of the water until it seemed to glow. The valley filled with light the color of thick honey, painting everything dreamlike and otherworldly.
“Oh,” Gary murmured, his voice sounding infinitesimally small in this ethereal realm. “I take it back.”
QC by: journeycat