Post by masteraliester on May 14, 2010 16:40:04 GMT 10
Title: Obsession
Rating: R
Prompt: #1 Feelings and Emorions
Category: 250 Words
Word Count:249
Summary: When obsession goes too far.
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The bloodstains lost in the handsome maroon of his tunic. This is what it's like to kill an unarmed man in cold blood. . . He stood over the corpse, hands shaking as he cleaned his blade, clumsy, in his efforts. They certainly don't teach about this in page training. Was his obsession with her worth this?
"It's strange the things women do to us friend. They prance about for attention then fret when they have it. They don't realize our desire for our own, know they are the toys. They look so prettily at you, while you imagine finding one to understand, one who will not break upon you touch. One day her eyes will see me Raoul, one day Kel will be mine. You'll never lay a finger on her again. I love her more, I always have. Not one will take her from me. . . Ever. . . "
He slips out into the night, hastily changing his clothes. His gift envelopes them, setting them to burn. He watches the flames, the scent filling him with sickness, the copper tang of fresh blood. The blood of an honorable man. He turned, loosing his dinner in a clean tunic. "I'll never be worthy of her again. . ."
Putting on fresh clothing he heads out into the gardens.
"Neal! Where have you been? We've been waiting for you. Wyldon's horse won't dye itself blue you know. . ." He smiles offering an apology, claping Merric on the shoulder. "Don't worry, The stump will be roaring by morning."
**edited for spelling, typing on an ipod is hard >.<
Rating: R
Prompt: #1 Feelings and Emorions
Category: 250 Words
Word Count:249
Summary: When obsession goes too far.
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The bloodstains lost in the handsome maroon of his tunic. This is what it's like to kill an unarmed man in cold blood. . . He stood over the corpse, hands shaking as he cleaned his blade, clumsy, in his efforts. They certainly don't teach about this in page training. Was his obsession with her worth this?
"It's strange the things women do to us friend. They prance about for attention then fret when they have it. They don't realize our desire for our own, know they are the toys. They look so prettily at you, while you imagine finding one to understand, one who will not break upon you touch. One day her eyes will see me Raoul, one day Kel will be mine. You'll never lay a finger on her again. I love her more, I always have. Not one will take her from me. . . Ever. . . "
He slips out into the night, hastily changing his clothes. His gift envelopes them, setting them to burn. He watches the flames, the scent filling him with sickness, the copper tang of fresh blood. The blood of an honorable man. He turned, loosing his dinner in a clean tunic. "I'll never be worthy of her again. . ."
Putting on fresh clothing he heads out into the gardens.
"Neal! Where have you been? We've been waiting for you. Wyldon's horse won't dye itself blue you know. . ." He smiles offering an apology, claping Merric on the shoulder. "Don't worry, The stump will be roaring by morning."
**edited for spelling, typing on an ipod is hard >.<
