Post by greenie on Aug 12, 2009 22:57:17 GMT 10
Title: Order in the Court
Rating: PG-13
Length: 735 words
Category: Tortall - Provost's Dog
Summary: Sir Tullus gets caught up with reminiscing.
Peculiar Pairing: Goodwin/Sir Tullus
WARNING: Minor spoilers for Bloodhound.
“Thank you Guardswoman Goodwin. It’s a pleasure to watch you restore quiet in my court.” It really was a pleasure to watch; the confidence in her walk, the shine of her dark hair in the mid-afternoon sun, her strong clear voice, the precise movements of her slender but well-muscled body, the life in her dark brown eyes, the way she wasted no time and had the crowd silent within moments.
It was hard to believe that Clary had a Puppy of her own now, even though she could have had one years ago. He felt sorry for the girl, and hoped that she’d had a case of nerves before becoming a Puppy. Everyone knew that Clary hadn’t wanted a Puppy, but surely she couldn’t have terrified her that much in less than a week. Still, Trainee Guardswoman Cooper must have done something right, considering there was a Rat in the docks and it was the girl having the story extracted out of her. He could see a large bruise on Clary’s jawbone from where he sat. He knew she faced danger and got knocked around all the time, but he hated to see her hurt. She didn’t seem to be bothered by it though, to her it was just part of the job.
It was because of her that he’d become involved in Dog work in the first place. He’d just come off border patrol and had gone to Port Caynn in search of some excitement. He’d found it in the form of Guardswoman Clara Goodwin, a woman sixteen years his junior. He’d admired the passion she had for her work, her dedication to it, the way that it was part of her. Of course, she’d been loose at the time, but he hadn’t known it then. Clary was good at Playing.
Those two weeks that they spent together were the best of his life. He’d met many women before who reminded him of his wife, and they all seemed the same. Clary Goodwin was definitely one of a kind and, wonderful as she was, that was probably a good thing. He remembered the time she’d snapped at him and called him…what was it? A ‘sarden cracknob’. She’d laughed until she cried at the look on his face. He’d loved the way that her skin felt against his when they were curled up in bed. He’d loved even more the way that she hadn’t hesitated to push him away when his close contact had been keeping her awake. And then there was the morning when she’d murmured in his ear that it was his turn to make breakfast. He’d replied that he didn’t know how, and when she’d huffed and climbed out of bed, he’d assumed she was going to do it herself. Instead, she’d hauled him out of bed, and they’d both stood in the kitchen of the little house she rented while she barked out instructions for him to follow. He’d never forgotten how beautiful she’d looked that day, the sunlight streaming onto her skin. He smiled to himself, remembering. Bacon and eggs were still his favourite food.
He was glad they’d parted on friendly terms, especially now that their paths had crossed again. He’d known all along that she still loved her husband; he’d envied him for the look in her eyes when she spoke of him. She’d never really understood why he’d married the woman his mother wanted him to. She was lucky to have married for love, she didn’t have to worry about what her family and her people expected and needed. It hadn’t come as a surprise to him, and it wasn’t as bad as Clary had seemed to think. She was a good wife, and she’d borne him three children. He’d grown fond of her over the years, but he couldn’t help but wish she was a bit more like Clary Goodwin.
He blinked and broke away from his thoughts. He fought a blush as he realised he was looking straight at Clary herself, and she was staring straight back at him, eyebrows raised. He realised her trainee had told him the name of a place, and he’d missed it completely. He decided to use the opening the girl’s friend had given him before. “I don’t know where that is.” He stole a glance back at Clary, and blinked in surprise. He could’ve sworn she’d winked at him.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 735 words
Category: Tortall - Provost's Dog
Summary: Sir Tullus gets caught up with reminiscing.
Peculiar Pairing: Goodwin/Sir Tullus
WARNING: Minor spoilers for Bloodhound.
“Thank you Guardswoman Goodwin. It’s a pleasure to watch you restore quiet in my court.” It really was a pleasure to watch; the confidence in her walk, the shine of her dark hair in the mid-afternoon sun, her strong clear voice, the precise movements of her slender but well-muscled body, the life in her dark brown eyes, the way she wasted no time and had the crowd silent within moments.
It was hard to believe that Clary had a Puppy of her own now, even though she could have had one years ago. He felt sorry for the girl, and hoped that she’d had a case of nerves before becoming a Puppy. Everyone knew that Clary hadn’t wanted a Puppy, but surely she couldn’t have terrified her that much in less than a week. Still, Trainee Guardswoman Cooper must have done something right, considering there was a Rat in the docks and it was the girl having the story extracted out of her. He could see a large bruise on Clary’s jawbone from where he sat. He knew she faced danger and got knocked around all the time, but he hated to see her hurt. She didn’t seem to be bothered by it though, to her it was just part of the job.
It was because of her that he’d become involved in Dog work in the first place. He’d just come off border patrol and had gone to Port Caynn in search of some excitement. He’d found it in the form of Guardswoman Clara Goodwin, a woman sixteen years his junior. He’d admired the passion she had for her work, her dedication to it, the way that it was part of her. Of course, she’d been loose at the time, but he hadn’t known it then. Clary was good at Playing.
Those two weeks that they spent together were the best of his life. He’d met many women before who reminded him of his wife, and they all seemed the same. Clary Goodwin was definitely one of a kind and, wonderful as she was, that was probably a good thing. He remembered the time she’d snapped at him and called him…what was it? A ‘sarden cracknob’. She’d laughed until she cried at the look on his face. He’d loved the way that her skin felt against his when they were curled up in bed. He’d loved even more the way that she hadn’t hesitated to push him away when his close contact had been keeping her awake. And then there was the morning when she’d murmured in his ear that it was his turn to make breakfast. He’d replied that he didn’t know how, and when she’d huffed and climbed out of bed, he’d assumed she was going to do it herself. Instead, she’d hauled him out of bed, and they’d both stood in the kitchen of the little house she rented while she barked out instructions for him to follow. He’d never forgotten how beautiful she’d looked that day, the sunlight streaming onto her skin. He smiled to himself, remembering. Bacon and eggs were still his favourite food.
He was glad they’d parted on friendly terms, especially now that their paths had crossed again. He’d known all along that she still loved her husband; he’d envied him for the look in her eyes when she spoke of him. She’d never really understood why he’d married the woman his mother wanted him to. She was lucky to have married for love, she didn’t have to worry about what her family and her people expected and needed. It hadn’t come as a surprise to him, and it wasn’t as bad as Clary had seemed to think. She was a good wife, and she’d borne him three children. He’d grown fond of her over the years, but he couldn’t help but wish she was a bit more like Clary Goodwin.
He blinked and broke away from his thoughts. He fought a blush as he realised he was looking straight at Clary herself, and she was staring straight back at him, eyebrows raised. He realised her trainee had told him the name of a place, and he’d missed it completely. He decided to use the opening the girl’s friend had given him before. “I don’t know where that is.” He stole a glance back at Clary, and blinked in surprise. He could’ve sworn she’d winked at him.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!