Post by fantail on Sept 1, 2009 18:47:00 GMT 10
Title: Crawl!
Summary: An unexpected friendship between a wife and her husbands old sweetheart
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship, silliness
Series: POTS
Warnings: Alcohol usage, and possible mispelling of Ermaline's name.
Author's Notes: This is pretty random, but I think it's funny cause I can see it in my head . . .
Crawl, Woman, Crawl!
Ermaline stared nervously and jealously over at her husband, who was speaking to the Lady Knight, what's her face? Oh, yeah, Keladry.
She couldn't help it. Watching them talk freely and laugh. That should be her. Instead she and Cleon still had uncomfortable silences, and halted conversations.
Neither seemed to know just how to get over that barrier.
She grinded her teeth. Very un-lady-like, but she couldn't help it. What did Kel have that she didn't? She wasn't at all attractive . . . well maybe a little bit in the face, but not in the body. What had her husband ever seen in her. Then she worried 'does he still see something in her?'
She grabbed another glass of wine ...
*******
Cleon and Kel laughed and Cleon then looked over to where his wife stood, glaring at them. Cleon punched Kel lightly on the shoulder.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Just checking you were alive," he said smiling. Kel looked in the direction he was looking. 'Oh.'
"You better get going. I need my skin if I'm heading back up north in a few days," she joked.
Cleon laughed and then made polite excuses then headed towards his wife. But she was gone...
*******
Keladry walked - well stumbled - into the garden. She needed some fresh air. She entered the rose garden quietly, so as not to disturb any . . . friendliness . . . going on in the shadows.
Then she came across a lady, sitting on a stone seat, staring at the sky.
"Excuse me, My Lady, are you alright?" she asked. The woman turned and stared at her.
"You," she said in an acusing tone. "Damn you," she said near tears.
"Lady Ermaline?" Kel asked.
Ermaline lifted a glass to her lips, then held it upside down, realising it was empty. "Curses," she said, and threw the glass over her shoulder. She attempted to stand and fell. Kel wasn't sure what to do, but moved forward to help her up.
"He doesn't love me because of you, you know," she sobbed.
"Who?" Kel asked.
"Cleon. I know it. We never have anything to talk about and yet you two are always talking . . ." she trailed off as all her weight leaned on Kel. Kel started feeling herself slide. She herself had had to much to drink, and was starting to feel dizzy. Having to deal with conservative after conservative coming up to her and putting in their gold crowns worth about her life. Kel sighed.
"What are you sighing for? I'm the one who's husband doesn't love me!" she wailed. Kel finally gace up and fell to the ground next to her. Then looked shocked as Ermaline pulled a flask from her skirts. "How do you think we woman survive, Lady Knight?" she asked, then took a big swig from it. Then she passed it to Kel. Kel stared at it then took a drink herself.
"He loves you Ermaline. If he didn't he wouldn't be faithful to you, and he is," Keladry told the woman.
"Really?"
"Yes. And I know. Do you have any idea how many Ladies ask me to spy on their husbands?" Kel asked laughing.
"Would you spy on Cleon for me?"
"I already do. Habit. I mean, I don't report what they do, but I keep them in check," she said. "Didn't you know my nickname is 'Mother'?" Kel asked.
"Mother?" Ermaline took another swig . . .
*******
"I can't find her anywhere!" Cleon said, looking worried.
"Look, she can't have gone far," Faleron said. "I'll help you look for her. Have you tried the gardens?" he asked.
"Why would she be uotside in the middle of the night?" Cleon asked.
"Why do woman do anything?" Faleron asked. Silence as Cleon thought 'Good point'.
"Look, we'll try the garden, then the halls again," Faleron suggested.
They went out the doors and headed toward the garden. As they got near the Rose garden they heard laughing and giggling.
"That's Ermaline," Cleon said, and he and Faleron headed that way. When they found her their mouths dropped.
*******
Kel saw them first. Multiples of them. she was lying on her back, having fallen that way at some point, with Ermaline lying next to her.
"It's your husband!" Kel said out loud.
"Kel, what-?" Cleon started.
"Run!" Ermaline yelled. She and Kel rolled onto their stomachs and attempted to get to their feet. Ermaline stumbled and fel to her knees again.
"What are you doing, Emy, run," Kel said.
"I can't get up! Save yourself!" Emy yelled laughing. Kel too, laughed.
"Then crawl, woman, crawl!" Kel yelled to her, falling over backwards and laughing.
Cleon and Faleron just stood there, mouths open watching as the Lady of Kennan and the Protector of the Small crawled as fast as they could accross the grass laughing and rolling drunk.
Cleon looked at Faleron when a strange noice came from him. Faleron's face was red, and he had the biggest grin on his face. He was trying not to laugh at the sight.
"It is pretty funny, huh?" Cleon said, again turning to watch his friend and his wife attempt to stand. Then he sighed, Faleron could no longer hold in his laugh and grabbed his stomach. He could honestly say he'd never seen something so funny.
"I'll grab Ermaline and you grab Kel," Cleon said.
And after a small chase and much laughter they carried/dragged the two intoxicated woman inside . . .
Summary: An unexpected friendship between a wife and her husbands old sweetheart
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship, silliness
Series: POTS
Warnings: Alcohol usage, and possible mispelling of Ermaline's name.
Author's Notes: This is pretty random, but I think it's funny cause I can see it in my head . . .
Crawl, Woman, Crawl!
Ermaline stared nervously and jealously over at her husband, who was speaking to the Lady Knight, what's her face? Oh, yeah, Keladry.
She couldn't help it. Watching them talk freely and laugh. That should be her. Instead she and Cleon still had uncomfortable silences, and halted conversations.
Neither seemed to know just how to get over that barrier.
She grinded her teeth. Very un-lady-like, but she couldn't help it. What did Kel have that she didn't? She wasn't at all attractive . . . well maybe a little bit in the face, but not in the body. What had her husband ever seen in her. Then she worried 'does he still see something in her?'
She grabbed another glass of wine ...
*******
Cleon and Kel laughed and Cleon then looked over to where his wife stood, glaring at them. Cleon punched Kel lightly on the shoulder.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Just checking you were alive," he said smiling. Kel looked in the direction he was looking. 'Oh.'
"You better get going. I need my skin if I'm heading back up north in a few days," she joked.
Cleon laughed and then made polite excuses then headed towards his wife. But she was gone...
*******
Keladry walked - well stumbled - into the garden. She needed some fresh air. She entered the rose garden quietly, so as not to disturb any . . . friendliness . . . going on in the shadows.
Then she came across a lady, sitting on a stone seat, staring at the sky.
"Excuse me, My Lady, are you alright?" she asked. The woman turned and stared at her.
"You," she said in an acusing tone. "Damn you," she said near tears.
"Lady Ermaline?" Kel asked.
Ermaline lifted a glass to her lips, then held it upside down, realising it was empty. "Curses," she said, and threw the glass over her shoulder. She attempted to stand and fell. Kel wasn't sure what to do, but moved forward to help her up.
"He doesn't love me because of you, you know," she sobbed.
"Who?" Kel asked.
"Cleon. I know it. We never have anything to talk about and yet you two are always talking . . ." she trailed off as all her weight leaned on Kel. Kel started feeling herself slide. She herself had had to much to drink, and was starting to feel dizzy. Having to deal with conservative after conservative coming up to her and putting in their gold crowns worth about her life. Kel sighed.
"What are you sighing for? I'm the one who's husband doesn't love me!" she wailed. Kel finally gace up and fell to the ground next to her. Then looked shocked as Ermaline pulled a flask from her skirts. "How do you think we woman survive, Lady Knight?" she asked, then took a big swig from it. Then she passed it to Kel. Kel stared at it then took a drink herself.
"He loves you Ermaline. If he didn't he wouldn't be faithful to you, and he is," Keladry told the woman.
"Really?"
"Yes. And I know. Do you have any idea how many Ladies ask me to spy on their husbands?" Kel asked laughing.
"Would you spy on Cleon for me?"
"I already do. Habit. I mean, I don't report what they do, but I keep them in check," she said. "Didn't you know my nickname is 'Mother'?" Kel asked.
"Mother?" Ermaline took another swig . . .
*******
"I can't find her anywhere!" Cleon said, looking worried.
"Look, she can't have gone far," Faleron said. "I'll help you look for her. Have you tried the gardens?" he asked.
"Why would she be uotside in the middle of the night?" Cleon asked.
"Why do woman do anything?" Faleron asked. Silence as Cleon thought 'Good point'.
"Look, we'll try the garden, then the halls again," Faleron suggested.
They went out the doors and headed toward the garden. As they got near the Rose garden they heard laughing and giggling.
"That's Ermaline," Cleon said, and he and Faleron headed that way. When they found her their mouths dropped.
*******
Kel saw them first. Multiples of them. she was lying on her back, having fallen that way at some point, with Ermaline lying next to her.
"It's your husband!" Kel said out loud.
"Kel, what-?" Cleon started.
"Run!" Ermaline yelled. She and Kel rolled onto their stomachs and attempted to get to their feet. Ermaline stumbled and fel to her knees again.
"What are you doing, Emy, run," Kel said.
"I can't get up! Save yourself!" Emy yelled laughing. Kel too, laughed.
"Then crawl, woman, crawl!" Kel yelled to her, falling over backwards and laughing.
Cleon and Faleron just stood there, mouths open watching as the Lady of Kennan and the Protector of the Small crawled as fast as they could accross the grass laughing and rolling drunk.
Cleon looked at Faleron when a strange noice came from him. Faleron's face was red, and he had the biggest grin on his face. He was trying not to laugh at the sight.
"It is pretty funny, huh?" Cleon said, again turning to watch his friend and his wife attempt to stand. Then he sighed, Faleron could no longer hold in his laugh and grabbed his stomach. He could honestly say he'd never seen something so funny.
"I'll grab Ermaline and you grab Kel," Cleon said.
And after a small chase and much laughter they carried/dragged the two intoxicated woman inside . . .