Post by Imogen on May 7, 2009 13:25:29 GMT 10
Title: In Which Alanna is Tusainie
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and swearing
Prompt: Switch (#1)
Category: 250 word
Word count: 250
Summary: See title. Also posted on livejournal.
“You are a PIG!”
Crack.
The leather glove whips across his cheek, leaving a hot, stinging imprint. Jon tries not to wince. The Great Hall goes silent; shocked.
“We will duel tomorrow, Your Highness, if for the occasion you can locate your honour!”
The red-headed Tusainie squire turns on her heel and strides away with ferocious, un-ladylike steps. Jon stares helplessly at her retreating, hose-clad legs beneath the thigh-length tunic. Those indecently exposed legs were what got him into trouble in the first place.
“Who does she think she is, challenging the Crown Prince?” says Gary angrily. “Damned Tusainie, with their damned pride!”
“They say that she can do unbelievable things with a sword,” says Alex, considering.
“Speaking of a woman in such terms does not become you,” snaps out Jon.
Alex looks at him curiously. “I was talking about swordplay, Jonathan. What did you think I was talking about?”
Jon flushes a deep red. “Swordplay, of course,” he says stiffly.
Gary looks highly amused. A burst of loud laughter from the group of Tusanie knights gathered around the short squire puts them all on edge. Raoul curls his fists around his belt until the knuckles whiten.
“No one could expect you to take this challenge,” Gary says firmly. “She’s just a girl. Father will have a word with the Tusainie Ambassador about keeping her in hand.”
“What?” Jon watches her gesture across the hall, angry and unfeminine. She’s not even that pretty. “Of course I’m going to fight her.”
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and swearing
Prompt: Switch (#1)
Category: 250 word
Word count: 250
Summary: See title. Also posted on livejournal.
“You are a PIG!”
Crack.
The leather glove whips across his cheek, leaving a hot, stinging imprint. Jon tries not to wince. The Great Hall goes silent; shocked.
“We will duel tomorrow, Your Highness, if for the occasion you can locate your honour!”
The red-headed Tusainie squire turns on her heel and strides away with ferocious, un-ladylike steps. Jon stares helplessly at her retreating, hose-clad legs beneath the thigh-length tunic. Those indecently exposed legs were what got him into trouble in the first place.
“Who does she think she is, challenging the Crown Prince?” says Gary angrily. “Damned Tusainie, with their damned pride!”
“They say that she can do unbelievable things with a sword,” says Alex, considering.
“Speaking of a woman in such terms does not become you,” snaps out Jon.
Alex looks at him curiously. “I was talking about swordplay, Jonathan. What did you think I was talking about?”
Jon flushes a deep red. “Swordplay, of course,” he says stiffly.
Gary looks highly amused. A burst of loud laughter from the group of Tusanie knights gathered around the short squire puts them all on edge. Raoul curls his fists around his belt until the knuckles whiten.
“No one could expect you to take this challenge,” Gary says firmly. “She’s just a girl. Father will have a word with the Tusainie Ambassador about keeping her in hand.”
“What?” Jon watches her gesture across the hall, angry and unfeminine. She’s not even that pretty. “Of course I’m going to fight her.”