Post by Inimiriel on Feb 10, 2015 12:12:23 GMT 10
Title: Fire & Amethyst
Rating: PG
Prompt: #1 - Colour
Summary: George Cooper's thoughts keep returning to a certain female squire up at the palace as he comes to some realizations about his feelings towards her.
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George Cooper groaned as he threw down his quill in frustration. He was supposed to be reviewing the takings from the lower city for the past moon. Instead his thoughts kept wandering to a certain copper haired, amethyst eyed squire currently in residence up at the palace. He had originally befriended the page Alan out of curiosity about the purple eyed mite he had seen riding through Corus that one day. From Stefan groomsman he had learned the lad's name, Alan of Trebond, and that he was in training to become a knight. Later, after getting to know the young page, George found he very much liked Alan, enjoying the lad's acid wit and blunt way of saying whatever was on his mind.
As their friendship grew, George had sensed the lad was hiding a secret, one that the Rogue had been unable to ferret out, even with his Sight. The page's Gift had protected him in that regard. Even then the thief's thoughts had often turned towards his young friend, mulling over what secret the lad could be hiding. But that had always been at times when he deliberately contemplated the puzzle that Alan of Trebond posed. Now though, George found his thoughts turning towards the squire from Trebond, not in an effort to unravel a mystery, but in more unsettling ways and at times when the thief needed his mind to be focused elsewhere.
Alanna of Trebond. She was fire and amethyst. That was how he thought of her. Copper and purple flames. Bright and sharp edged. Prickly, short tempered, and so stubborn she could probably force stone to give in if she tried. And hiding anything soft behind a sharp teeth and claws, afraid to admit to any doubt or fear so as not to seem weak. She was light and fire and steel and George was surprised to find he was a little afraid of how he felt towards her. He was no stranger to passion, but he sensed that what he felt for Alanna went beyond the thrill of the chase and the flush of lust and desire that accompanied it. Before Alanna, he had wanted nothing so much as he wanted the Rogue. But lately he had found his thoughts wandering to the purple eyed squire constantly.
‘But what can you offer her? Nothing that Jonathan cannot offer her a hundred times over. What is the love of a thief compared to that of a king?’ The thought was bitter and angry. Enough so to make George stop and reexamine his emotions, both towards the squire and her knight master. There was desire for the girl, yes, but it went deeper than passing fancy. And the friendship he felt burned hotter, making it into more than just caring and companionship. ‘You fool,’ he thought to himself, ‘you went and fell in love with her and did not even notice.’
That discovery led to another, more disturbing, realization. In that moment of epiphany, he hated Jonathan. His bitterness was not from passing annoyance at having lost Alanna to the prince, but from a deep seated jealousy that could easily consume him. For the first time, George resented and despised Jonathan, not because the other man would be king someday when George would only ever rule the Rogue, but because Jonathan had Alanna when he, George, did not. And the depth of that resentment worried him because he knew he would willingly die for the heir, who he did think of as a great friend. ‘And you know that she will never forgive you if you do anything to make a wedge between them,’ George thought to himself, ‘He is her prince first and she his vassal. She will never choose any but him if forced to a decision.’ So George resolved to wait. And while he would never step aside in favor of Jonathan, he would not push her to make any decisions. Rather, he would be there, promising to love her as she was, if ever she chose to come to him.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #1 - Colour
Summary: George Cooper's thoughts keep returning to a certain female squire up at the palace as he comes to some realizations about his feelings towards her.
...
George Cooper groaned as he threw down his quill in frustration. He was supposed to be reviewing the takings from the lower city for the past moon. Instead his thoughts kept wandering to a certain copper haired, amethyst eyed squire currently in residence up at the palace. He had originally befriended the page Alan out of curiosity about the purple eyed mite he had seen riding through Corus that one day. From Stefan groomsman he had learned the lad's name, Alan of Trebond, and that he was in training to become a knight. Later, after getting to know the young page, George found he very much liked Alan, enjoying the lad's acid wit and blunt way of saying whatever was on his mind.
As their friendship grew, George had sensed the lad was hiding a secret, one that the Rogue had been unable to ferret out, even with his Sight. The page's Gift had protected him in that regard. Even then the thief's thoughts had often turned towards his young friend, mulling over what secret the lad could be hiding. But that had always been at times when he deliberately contemplated the puzzle that Alan of Trebond posed. Now though, George found his thoughts turning towards the squire from Trebond, not in an effort to unravel a mystery, but in more unsettling ways and at times when the thief needed his mind to be focused elsewhere.
Alanna of Trebond. She was fire and amethyst. That was how he thought of her. Copper and purple flames. Bright and sharp edged. Prickly, short tempered, and so stubborn she could probably force stone to give in if she tried. And hiding anything soft behind a sharp teeth and claws, afraid to admit to any doubt or fear so as not to seem weak. She was light and fire and steel and George was surprised to find he was a little afraid of how he felt towards her. He was no stranger to passion, but he sensed that what he felt for Alanna went beyond the thrill of the chase and the flush of lust and desire that accompanied it. Before Alanna, he had wanted nothing so much as he wanted the Rogue. But lately he had found his thoughts wandering to the purple eyed squire constantly.
‘But what can you offer her? Nothing that Jonathan cannot offer her a hundred times over. What is the love of a thief compared to that of a king?’ The thought was bitter and angry. Enough so to make George stop and reexamine his emotions, both towards the squire and her knight master. There was desire for the girl, yes, but it went deeper than passing fancy. And the friendship he felt burned hotter, making it into more than just caring and companionship. ‘You fool,’ he thought to himself, ‘you went and fell in love with her and did not even notice.’
That discovery led to another, more disturbing, realization. In that moment of epiphany, he hated Jonathan. His bitterness was not from passing annoyance at having lost Alanna to the prince, but from a deep seated jealousy that could easily consume him. For the first time, George resented and despised Jonathan, not because the other man would be king someday when George would only ever rule the Rogue, but because Jonathan had Alanna when he, George, did not. And the depth of that resentment worried him because he knew he would willingly die for the heir, who he did think of as a great friend. ‘And you know that she will never forgive you if you do anything to make a wedge between them,’ George thought to himself, ‘He is her prince first and she his vassal. She will never choose any but him if forced to a decision.’ So George resolved to wait. And while he would never step aside in favor of Jonathan, he would not push her to make any decisions. Rather, he would be there, promising to love her as she was, if ever she chose to come to him.
Are you going to try out the Harlequin challenge?
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!