Post by Minuit on Jun 1, 2010 22:16:19 GMT 10
Title: Old Rogue
Rating: PG
Prompt: walk the line
Category: up to 250 words drabble
Word count: 246 words
Summary: George fic! (You had to know this was coming ) An older and more experienced George still finds it hard to give up the game.
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He cursed as the knife sank deep into his side. He should've blocked that. Ten years ago he would have. This old Rogue was getting slow.
Gritting his teeth, George struggled on, relying on experience to get past his young attacker's defences. With a twist and feint manoeuvre that's never failed him yet, he tricked the lad. The fool hadn't even realised his knife was gone, until George's sliced across his throat.
Clutching his bleeding side, George ripped some of his cloak for a makeshift bandage. A thought came to him, making him wince in dread. This thought scared him even more than the blood now gushing out of his wound.
Alanna isn't goin' to be pleased.
Wrapping the wound up as best he could, he carefully left the alley. He had to get this healed before he headed home. If his Lioness saw him like this, she'd start yelling at him to retire again.
It wasn't that he wanted to scare her. It wasn't that he didn't know he should retire. He knew his years of being an active spymaster were long past.
But he couldn't. If he didn't work, what would he be? Just another idle noble? Besides, he'd miss the work. That dangerous edge has been a lifelong friend.
No. He couldn't retire yet. Still, he had to carefully balance the heady danger with the painful knowledge that he was now slower. It was a delicate line he walked. But Mithros it felt good.
Rating: PG
Prompt: walk the line
Category: up to 250 words drabble
Word count: 246 words
Summary: George fic! (You had to know this was coming ) An older and more experienced George still finds it hard to give up the game.
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He cursed as the knife sank deep into his side. He should've blocked that. Ten years ago he would have. This old Rogue was getting slow.
Gritting his teeth, George struggled on, relying on experience to get past his young attacker's defences. With a twist and feint manoeuvre that's never failed him yet, he tricked the lad. The fool hadn't even realised his knife was gone, until George's sliced across his throat.
Clutching his bleeding side, George ripped some of his cloak for a makeshift bandage. A thought came to him, making him wince in dread. This thought scared him even more than the blood now gushing out of his wound.
Alanna isn't goin' to be pleased.
Wrapping the wound up as best he could, he carefully left the alley. He had to get this healed before he headed home. If his Lioness saw him like this, she'd start yelling at him to retire again.
It wasn't that he wanted to scare her. It wasn't that he didn't know he should retire. He knew his years of being an active spymaster were long past.
But he couldn't. If he didn't work, what would he be? Just another idle noble? Besides, he'd miss the work. That dangerous edge has been a lifelong friend.
No. He couldn't retire yet. Still, he had to carefully balance the heady danger with the painful knowledge that he was now slower. It was a delicate line he walked. But Mithros it felt good.