Post by wordy on Dec 9, 2009 10:44:24 GMT 10
Title: The Cowardly Knight
Rating (and Warnings): PG
Prompt: #7 Wine
Summary: Raoul and Gary, the dashing duo!
Raoul stood perfectly still. If he didn't move, no one would see him. Do not draw attention to yourself. The midwinter festivities were in full swing, which meant that the matchmaking mothers and their delightful daughters were too. It was a shame, because he did like to dance; but if he were to stand up with a woman now, it would only lead to complications. Like marriage.
As couples twirled around the floor in their midwinter-themed finery - it was entirely too much blue in one room - Raoul saw a familiar figure making his way around the room toward him.
"Wine?" Gary asked, taking a place next to him on the wall. He, at least, was not wearing blue, but a fine red tunic. Raoul himself was wearing the Goldenlake colours, as always.
"You know I don't drink anymore," Raoul replied uncomfortably, keeping one eye on his friend and the other on the nearest group of ladies. He didn't particularly like the way that brunette was eyeing him.
"Hmph," said Gary. He stroked his new moustache smugly, his gaze sweeping across the room. Looking for Cythera, no doubt. If Raoul didn't know better, he would swear that his friend was in great danger of being married. "Perhaps," Gary continued, "If you had some wine, you wouldn't hide here in the corner all night long. You might actually enjoy yourself."
Raoul muttered something under his breath. Enjoy himself? While the vultures were circling about him like a piece of old meat? "Look, would you stop that," he said, irritated. Gary dropped his hand from his face: ever since he had started growing his moustache, Gary had become convinced that he looked even more dashing than he had before. Raoul just thought he looked ridiculous. And a little creepy.
Finishing his glass of wine, Gary eventually moved off across the room, having spotted Cythera, Raoul guessed. He gave a sigh, trying not to feel sorry for himself, and looked down at the glass cradled in his hands, which Gary had thrust at him before his sudden departure. It annoyed him to admit it, but Gary was right; he had to start enjoying himself. He looked down at the glass for a moment longer, imagining it filled to the brim with shining liquid. Perhaps one glass...?
No. Raoul deposited the empty glass on a nearby table, and turned to locate the group of ladies from earlier. The brunette glanced his way, and smiled prettily. Steeling himself, Raoul walked in her direction. There were many things that a person could find in a bottle of wine, some things more unpleasant than others, but courage was not one of them.
Rating (and Warnings): PG
Prompt: #7 Wine
Summary: Raoul and Gary, the dashing duo!
Raoul stood perfectly still. If he didn't move, no one would see him. Do not draw attention to yourself. The midwinter festivities were in full swing, which meant that the matchmaking mothers and their delightful daughters were too. It was a shame, because he did like to dance; but if he were to stand up with a woman now, it would only lead to complications. Like marriage.
As couples twirled around the floor in their midwinter-themed finery - it was entirely too much blue in one room - Raoul saw a familiar figure making his way around the room toward him.
"Wine?" Gary asked, taking a place next to him on the wall. He, at least, was not wearing blue, but a fine red tunic. Raoul himself was wearing the Goldenlake colours, as always.
"You know I don't drink anymore," Raoul replied uncomfortably, keeping one eye on his friend and the other on the nearest group of ladies. He didn't particularly like the way that brunette was eyeing him.
"Hmph," said Gary. He stroked his new moustache smugly, his gaze sweeping across the room. Looking for Cythera, no doubt. If Raoul didn't know better, he would swear that his friend was in great danger of being married. "Perhaps," Gary continued, "If you had some wine, you wouldn't hide here in the corner all night long. You might actually enjoy yourself."
Raoul muttered something under his breath. Enjoy himself? While the vultures were circling about him like a piece of old meat? "Look, would you stop that," he said, irritated. Gary dropped his hand from his face: ever since he had started growing his moustache, Gary had become convinced that he looked even more dashing than he had before. Raoul just thought he looked ridiculous. And a little creepy.
Finishing his glass of wine, Gary eventually moved off across the room, having spotted Cythera, Raoul guessed. He gave a sigh, trying not to feel sorry for himself, and looked down at the glass cradled in his hands, which Gary had thrust at him before his sudden departure. It annoyed him to admit it, but Gary was right; he had to start enjoying himself. He looked down at the glass for a moment longer, imagining it filled to the brim with shining liquid. Perhaps one glass...?
No. Raoul deposited the empty glass on a nearby table, and turned to locate the group of ladies from earlier. The brunette glanced his way, and smiled prettily. Steeling himself, Raoul walked in her direction. There were many things that a person could find in a bottle of wine, some things more unpleasant than others, but courage was not one of them.