Post by Alliecat on Mar 29, 2013 12:19:24 GMT 10
Title: You should be angry
Rating: G
Prompt: #81, choose a side
Summary: There are people whose decisions you should never contest, and then there are friends who you always want to protect.
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“They’re cutting my funding, Owen. Next year I’ll be lucky if I can house two-thirds the number of refugees under my care now.” Kel said as she stood before Owen, her eyes ferocious and her mouth a hard line.
“I know,” Owen murmured tiredly. “Wyldon told me.”
“Lord Wyldon,” Kel nearly spat. “Do he and the king realize what harm they’ve caused? The number of people that we must now turn our backs on?”
“Kel. Sit, please,” Owen said, shifting anxiously as Kel stared back, resolute. Finally, he sighed. “King Jonathan is not ignorant.”
“Ignorant is the perfect word to describe our king,” Kel snapped, her voice sharp with fury. “And as for Lord Wyldon, I don’t understand--” She froze and paused, eyes downcast. “Forgive me, Owen. I know he’s your father.”
“Father-in-law,” Owen corrected with a weak smile. Inhaling sharply, the wisps of humor dropped from his face. “I know you’re angry, and you should be. But I also know the crown would not have done such things in haste.”
Exhaling softly, Kel seemed to return to herself. “I do know that,” she said, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment at her outburst. Taking the seat beside Owen, she began to fiddle with her fingers. “I’m sorry for what I implied against Lord Wyldon.”
“Implied? I’d say you left little to the imagination,” Owen replied, resisting the urge to tug his lip upward.
Kel smiled softly as she watched her hands. “You know I think he’s an honorable man.”
“I do, but I also understand that this must feel like a personal attack to you. Of course you were angry.”
Kel remained quiet for a moment, accepting Owen’s soft, sincere pity. Then, lifting her head, she said, “There’s a few of us writing letters, trying to convince the crown that the refugee camps are more important than they realize. Will you help us? Talk to Lord Wyldon, perhaps?”
Owen sighed, his shoulders hunched slightly. “If it were any other man I would, but I know what kind of stress Lord Wyldon bears. I think the last thing he needs is to have his decisions contested by his new son.”
Kel nodded. “I understand. I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. I know it was unnecessary of me.”
“Kel,” Owen said, his voice tinged with surprise. “You can talk to me about your problems anytime. I just hope that you can appreciate that today I can’t choose a side.”
Rating: G
Prompt: #81, choose a side
Summary: There are people whose decisions you should never contest, and then there are friends who you always want to protect.
:::
“They’re cutting my funding, Owen. Next year I’ll be lucky if I can house two-thirds the number of refugees under my care now.” Kel said as she stood before Owen, her eyes ferocious and her mouth a hard line.
“I know,” Owen murmured tiredly. “Wyldon told me.”
“Lord Wyldon,” Kel nearly spat. “Do he and the king realize what harm they’ve caused? The number of people that we must now turn our backs on?”
“Kel. Sit, please,” Owen said, shifting anxiously as Kel stared back, resolute. Finally, he sighed. “King Jonathan is not ignorant.”
“Ignorant is the perfect word to describe our king,” Kel snapped, her voice sharp with fury. “And as for Lord Wyldon, I don’t understand--” She froze and paused, eyes downcast. “Forgive me, Owen. I know he’s your father.”
“Father-in-law,” Owen corrected with a weak smile. Inhaling sharply, the wisps of humor dropped from his face. “I know you’re angry, and you should be. But I also know the crown would not have done such things in haste.”
Exhaling softly, Kel seemed to return to herself. “I do know that,” she said, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment at her outburst. Taking the seat beside Owen, she began to fiddle with her fingers. “I’m sorry for what I implied against Lord Wyldon.”
“Implied? I’d say you left little to the imagination,” Owen replied, resisting the urge to tug his lip upward.
Kel smiled softly as she watched her hands. “You know I think he’s an honorable man.”
“I do, but I also understand that this must feel like a personal attack to you. Of course you were angry.”
Kel remained quiet for a moment, accepting Owen’s soft, sincere pity. Then, lifting her head, she said, “There’s a few of us writing letters, trying to convince the crown that the refugee camps are more important than they realize. Will you help us? Talk to Lord Wyldon, perhaps?”
Owen sighed, his shoulders hunched slightly. “If it were any other man I would, but I know what kind of stress Lord Wyldon bears. I think the last thing he needs is to have his decisions contested by his new son.”
Kel nodded. “I understand. I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. I know it was unnecessary of me.”
“Kel,” Owen said, his voice tinged with surprise. “You can talk to me about your problems anytime. I just hope that you can appreciate that today I can’t choose a side.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!