Post by Kris11 on Mar 17, 2011 11:53:59 GMT 10
Title: Alibis
Rating: G
Word Count: 273
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Fight/Round: 1/D
Summary: Dove sees more than Aly wishes she did.
Choking on your alibis. Mr. Brightside, The Killers.
“Will you be there tonight?” Dove asked, watching her spymaster’s reflection closely. It was difficult to see Aly’s face, partly because two of her maids were blocking her view as they prepared her hair for the evening and partly because Aly moved about the room, picking up small things left lying in the open and not meeting the knowing gaze of her younger friend.
“Oh, probably,” Aly said casually. “I have so much paperwork on my desk that it is liable to collapse at any moment, and I should rein it in, if only to save Quedanga the stress on the treasury of replacing it.”
“I always seem to lose the friendly faces in the crowd in packs,” Dove commented. “Nawat’s away, you are chained to your desk, and Taybur has sent word that there is something he finds it imperative to attend to tonight.”
Aly didn’t look up, but Dove couldn’t be sure that it was to avoid her gaze or simply because the trinket in her hand had caught her attention; her expression seemed normal and open.
“You have plenty of familiar faces around, Your Majesty,” she replied, her tone slightly teasing. “And I may be able to spend time with you, before dinner. I will try.”
Dove didn’t ask whether or not her spymaster and the captain of her guard would be spending the night together because - though nothing Aly had told her had been the truth - none of it had been a lie, either. If she asked outright, Dove was sure Aly would lie to her.
And that was something, for so many reasons, Dove wouldn’t be able to ignore.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 273
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Fight/Round: 1/D
Summary: Dove sees more than Aly wishes she did.
Choking on your alibis. Mr. Brightside, The Killers.
“Will you be there tonight?” Dove asked, watching her spymaster’s reflection closely. It was difficult to see Aly’s face, partly because two of her maids were blocking her view as they prepared her hair for the evening and partly because Aly moved about the room, picking up small things left lying in the open and not meeting the knowing gaze of her younger friend.
“Oh, probably,” Aly said casually. “I have so much paperwork on my desk that it is liable to collapse at any moment, and I should rein it in, if only to save Quedanga the stress on the treasury of replacing it.”
“I always seem to lose the friendly faces in the crowd in packs,” Dove commented. “Nawat’s away, you are chained to your desk, and Taybur has sent word that there is something he finds it imperative to attend to tonight.”
Aly didn’t look up, but Dove couldn’t be sure that it was to avoid her gaze or simply because the trinket in her hand had caught her attention; her expression seemed normal and open.
“You have plenty of familiar faces around, Your Majesty,” she replied, her tone slightly teasing. “And I may be able to spend time with you, before dinner. I will try.”
Dove didn’t ask whether or not her spymaster and the captain of her guard would be spending the night together because - though nothing Aly had told her had been the truth - none of it had been a lie, either. If she asked outright, Dove was sure Aly would lie to her.
And that was something, for so many reasons, Dove wouldn’t be able to ignore.
QC by: greenie