Post by Rosie on Jun 17, 2020 22:51:32 GMT 10
Title: Guard Up
Rating: PG-13
For: Idleness
Prompt: 5. Buri and Raoul.
Summary: Raoul is tasked with looking after Buri. She isn't best pleased.
Notes and Warnings: brief reference to canon suicide
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"You're baby-sitting me."
Raoul flashed Buri a grin. He was, in truth, winded from the climb up Balor's Needle, but his pride had him striving to control his breathing. "Come on, Buri. You must know by now, I am employed in all tasks which frighten his most esteemed Majesty, from bandits to teenage girls."
Buri turned to give him a long look, one that probably would have made the entire Tusaine army piss their pants. "Goldenlake. I'm thirteen. I'm supposed to be guarding people, not having people guard me."
She was sat tailor-style, straight-backed so she was able to see over the ledge. He copied her, not without difficulty. She was thirteen - he'd been an idiot at thirteen. He was an idiot at 24. "Thayet doesn't like heights," he said, meaning to distract her.
Her eyes narrowed, as Thayet's reasoning also caught up with him. Still an idiot. "Yes, I thought it would be the perfect place for me to be out of the way and alone." She paused, and added, "I don't like heights either."
"I can leave you alone if you'd like to be alone," Raoul offered, as it was the very least he could do, "but I've been invited to inspect Raven Armoury this afternoon." He dug his fingers into his thigh, which was starting to cramp from his sitting position. Replenishing the Own's inventory was a much easier task than Jon and Gary's desperate trade deals, and he was grateful all over again that his talents lay this way, rather than in diplomacy. "If you'd rather sit up here and sulk, that's fine, but I know you've got a good eye for a weapon."
She didn't reply immediately, instead reached across so her arms rested on the ledge, chin in the hollow of her hands. He shouldn't push her, shouldn't jibe at her when he knew she must be desperately lonely in this foreign land, and she was still so young. His own upbringing had left him somewhat bereft of the finer details in how to deal with emotions, and he was even now more inclined to reach for the bottle rather than face what he was feeling.
"You're right, I should come. You Tortallans think the only way to deal with things is with a sharp stick." Buri bared her teeth at him; he wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a smile or not. "I'll take payment for my expertise in the form of a new knife, thank you very much."
Rating: PG-13
For: Idleness
Prompt: 5. Buri and Raoul.
Summary: Raoul is tasked with looking after Buri. She isn't best pleased.
Notes and Warnings: brief reference to canon suicide
--
"You're baby-sitting me."
Raoul flashed Buri a grin. He was, in truth, winded from the climb up Balor's Needle, but his pride had him striving to control his breathing. "Come on, Buri. You must know by now, I am employed in all tasks which frighten his most esteemed Majesty, from bandits to teenage girls."
Buri turned to give him a long look, one that probably would have made the entire Tusaine army piss their pants. "Goldenlake. I'm thirteen. I'm supposed to be guarding people, not having people guard me."
She was sat tailor-style, straight-backed so she was able to see over the ledge. He copied her, not without difficulty. She was thirteen - he'd been an idiot at thirteen. He was an idiot at 24. "Thayet doesn't like heights," he said, meaning to distract her.
Her eyes narrowed, as Thayet's reasoning also caught up with him. Still an idiot. "Yes, I thought it would be the perfect place for me to be out of the way and alone." She paused, and added, "I don't like heights either."
"I can leave you alone if you'd like to be alone," Raoul offered, as it was the very least he could do, "but I've been invited to inspect Raven Armoury this afternoon." He dug his fingers into his thigh, which was starting to cramp from his sitting position. Replenishing the Own's inventory was a much easier task than Jon and Gary's desperate trade deals, and he was grateful all over again that his talents lay this way, rather than in diplomacy. "If you'd rather sit up here and sulk, that's fine, but I know you've got a good eye for a weapon."
She didn't reply immediately, instead reached across so her arms rested on the ledge, chin in the hollow of her hands. He shouldn't push her, shouldn't jibe at her when he knew she must be desperately lonely in this foreign land, and she was still so young. His own upbringing had left him somewhat bereft of the finer details in how to deal with emotions, and he was even now more inclined to reach for the bottle rather than face what he was feeling.
"You're right, I should come. You Tortallans think the only way to deal with things is with a sharp stick." Buri bared her teeth at him; he wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a smile or not. "I'll take payment for my expertise in the form of a new knife, thank you very much."