Post by wordy on Aug 16, 2009 16:51:15 GMT 10
Title: Midwinter Luck
Rating: PG
Length: 524
Category: Tortall
Summary: Neal is unlucky in love. Faleron, on the other hand...
Peculiar Pairing: Faleron/Uline (and just a hint of Kel/Uline)
A/N: I thought it was about time Faleron got some love, he's such a sweety. And there's something about Uline, it's ridiculous, I know, but while I was writing this I swear I'm half in love with her as well.
Kel managed to avoid dropping her platter as they rounded the corner, but Neal wasn’t so lucky.
“I say!” said Merric, “that’s—“
“Uline of Hannalof. Her beauty is incomparable, except to a rose...” Neal moaned, grabbing handfuls of his hair in what Kel assumed was the agony of unrequited love. He also had some sort of fish down the front of his tunic, and hardly any on his platter where it was supposed to be.
Merric was sneaking looks around the corner, which the three had backtracked away from rather quickly once Neal had set his eyes on the incomparable beauty. Merric was shaking his head.
“No, I didn’t mean her! It’s Faleron!” he whispered excitedly. Kel tried to kick him in the shin while maintaining a firm hold on both her platter of food and the lovestruck Neal. She missed.
Neal’s attention was suddenly on Merric. “What did you say?”
Merric, catching sight of Kel’s minute shake of the head and pleading eyes, thought it best to say nothing. Unfortunately, Neal’s interest had been well and truly caught. He tried to edge around the corner, but Merric was blocking his way and Kel had one hand latched onto the back of his tunic. She silently cursed Neal and his fondness for pretty women.
“Neal, stop it,” she hissed as quietly as possible. It was getting difficult to balance her platter on one hand while restraining her friend with the other. She hoped the couple around the corner had heard it when Neal dropped his own platter of fishy delicacies a moment ago and had the sense to find some other deserted corridor to occupy. One that was actually deserted.
That line of thought eventually led to Cleon, as most of her thoughts did lately. She wondered if she could convince him later to find a deserted corridor of their own...
At that moment, Kel lost her balance. Her platter was about to slip from her hand, so she reluctantly let go of Neal and caught the edge of it before the food tipped off. Merric was pushed aside easily, and then Neal was around the corner.
Days later, Neal would swear that the sight would remain etched on the insides of his eyelids, an image that would torture him for the rest of his life (Kel put it down to more like a week, Merric said closer to two).
Faleron and the lovely Uline of Hannalof were in the middle of what was obviously a lover’s embrace. Up against a wall, more or less. Neal gaped.
As Kel and Merric dragged an unhappy Neal back to his room later that night, Kel’s mind kept returning to that scene they had unknowingly intruded upon. When she returned to her own room in the early hours of the morning, undressed sleepily, and slipped happily into her bed, the memory was still fresh in her mind: Faleron’s face buried in the creamy curve of Uline’s neck, his hand gently resting on her waist, the look of ecstasy on Uline’s perfect face, her eyes half-lidded and her small lips parted and tinted crimson in the torchlight...
Rating: PG
Length: 524
Category: Tortall
Summary: Neal is unlucky in love. Faleron, on the other hand...
Peculiar Pairing: Faleron/Uline (and just a hint of Kel/Uline)
A/N: I thought it was about time Faleron got some love, he's such a sweety. And there's something about Uline, it's ridiculous, I know, but while I was writing this I swear I'm half in love with her as well.
Kel managed to avoid dropping her platter as they rounded the corner, but Neal wasn’t so lucky.
“I say!” said Merric, “that’s—“
“Uline of Hannalof. Her beauty is incomparable, except to a rose...” Neal moaned, grabbing handfuls of his hair in what Kel assumed was the agony of unrequited love. He also had some sort of fish down the front of his tunic, and hardly any on his platter where it was supposed to be.
Merric was sneaking looks around the corner, which the three had backtracked away from rather quickly once Neal had set his eyes on the incomparable beauty. Merric was shaking his head.
“No, I didn’t mean her! It’s Faleron!” he whispered excitedly. Kel tried to kick him in the shin while maintaining a firm hold on both her platter of food and the lovestruck Neal. She missed.
Neal’s attention was suddenly on Merric. “What did you say?”
Merric, catching sight of Kel’s minute shake of the head and pleading eyes, thought it best to say nothing. Unfortunately, Neal’s interest had been well and truly caught. He tried to edge around the corner, but Merric was blocking his way and Kel had one hand latched onto the back of his tunic. She silently cursed Neal and his fondness for pretty women.
“Neal, stop it,” she hissed as quietly as possible. It was getting difficult to balance her platter on one hand while restraining her friend with the other. She hoped the couple around the corner had heard it when Neal dropped his own platter of fishy delicacies a moment ago and had the sense to find some other deserted corridor to occupy. One that was actually deserted.
That line of thought eventually led to Cleon, as most of her thoughts did lately. She wondered if she could convince him later to find a deserted corridor of their own...
At that moment, Kel lost her balance. Her platter was about to slip from her hand, so she reluctantly let go of Neal and caught the edge of it before the food tipped off. Merric was pushed aside easily, and then Neal was around the corner.
Days later, Neal would swear that the sight would remain etched on the insides of his eyelids, an image that would torture him for the rest of his life (Kel put it down to more like a week, Merric said closer to two).
Faleron and the lovely Uline of Hannalof were in the middle of what was obviously a lover’s embrace. Up against a wall, more or less. Neal gaped.
As Kel and Merric dragged an unhappy Neal back to his room later that night, Kel’s mind kept returning to that scene they had unknowingly intruded upon. When she returned to her own room in the early hours of the morning, undressed sleepily, and slipped happily into her bed, the memory was still fresh in her mind: Faleron’s face buried in the creamy curve of Uline’s neck, his hand gently resting on her waist, the look of ecstasy on Uline’s perfect face, her eyes half-lidded and her small lips parted and tinted crimson in the torchlight...
And yeah, I'm thinking of doing something Kel/Uline now...
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!