Post by Moony on Aug 18, 2011 11:10:22 GMT 10
Title: Dance of the Diplomat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 253
Summary (and any Warnings): Piers is sick of watching with his friends. PG-13 for slight innuendo.
Notes: Because Ilane/Piers is adorable and Ilane/Baird is interesting.
Piers blushed furiously, dwarfed by his friend as they stood in the Grand Ballroom. “There is no way I am going to, Garth, no way.” He swallowed heavily and watches the pair take another turn around the dance floor. She looked as though she was having fun. Why would he ruin that for her?
“She’d have just as much fun with you, friend. Some like diplomats, you know. You can reason her to death, rather than with flower poetry like he gives her.” The other man had his arms crossed but shrugged none the less.
“I’m not even a diplomat, yet, just another faceless councilor that is handy with people and tongues.” He blushed as soon as his friend gave him that leer that showed the duality of his phrasing.
“Some women are rather happy with that last one, I promise you.” Just then, the man dancing with her leaned in and mumbled something in her ear, making her musical laugh echo across the room. “I swear, Mindelan, if you don’t go ask her to dance, I’ll do it for you.”
If he wanted any chance, Piers knew her could not let his firend speak for him. As the song ended he took a deep breath, straightened his tunic and marched up to the pair. “Excuse me, Queenscove, but may I steal Lady Ilane for just one dance?” The glow in her eyes as she looked down at him was more than enough to convince him to never give her back.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 253
Summary (and any Warnings): Piers is sick of watching with his friends. PG-13 for slight innuendo.
Notes: Because Ilane/Piers is adorable and Ilane/Baird is interesting.
Piers blushed furiously, dwarfed by his friend as they stood in the Grand Ballroom. “There is no way I am going to, Garth, no way.” He swallowed heavily and watches the pair take another turn around the dance floor. She looked as though she was having fun. Why would he ruin that for her?
“She’d have just as much fun with you, friend. Some like diplomats, you know. You can reason her to death, rather than with flower poetry like he gives her.” The other man had his arms crossed but shrugged none the less.
“I’m not even a diplomat, yet, just another faceless councilor that is handy with people and tongues.” He blushed as soon as his friend gave him that leer that showed the duality of his phrasing.
“Some women are rather happy with that last one, I promise you.” Just then, the man dancing with her leaned in and mumbled something in her ear, making her musical laugh echo across the room. “I swear, Mindelan, if you don’t go ask her to dance, I’ll do it for you.”
If he wanted any chance, Piers knew her could not let his firend speak for him. As the song ended he took a deep breath, straightened his tunic and marched up to the pair. “Excuse me, Queenscove, but may I steal Lady Ilane for just one dance?” The glow in her eyes as she looked down at him was more than enough to convince him to never give her back.