Post by aurorax on Dec 11, 2009 14:53:57 GMT 10
Title: Footprints
Rating: PG
Prompt: #2-Family
Summary: More Evin/Kel, because its hard to be alone at Midwinter. I promise they will get happier. And more steamy. Of course.
Evin never really felt lonely at Midwinter- it was a time for family, true, and he didn’t have any left in the strictest sense, but the Riders had been his family for years and the wine always flowed most freely on the longest nights of the year. So he was happy as he stared absentmindedly out the window, letting his eyes rest on Kel’s wheeling form in the practice courts below. Each time the wind blew, a powdering of crystals settled delicately upon her and her glaive, shimmering there for one minute before being shaken off once again by the next blow or parry. She had been spending more and more time there, he had noticed, despite the light snow and the bone-numbing cold which had settled over the palace in the weeks leading up to the holidays. It had to be hard for her, seeing the families reunited, since she had so many relatives to miss. And watching her friends spend their first Midwinter with new wives and lovers couldn’t help. Knowing Kel, she was trying too hard to give them space at the expense of her own loneliness; it was a joke among the men, how she cared so much for everyone but herself, but Evin knew it was true. He also knew that like as not she was liable to freeze to death if she spent any more time outside practicing, so he did the first thing he could think of and grabbed a hasty assortment of winter gear to go remind her how much Baird hated treating frostbitten fingers. The Riders were having a party in a few nights; maybe he would be able to convince her to stop by and enjoy herself in a more constructive way for a few hours. With the Own still out in the field, there wouldn’t even be any of her men around to object and remind her of where her loyalties were to lie. He had been looking for a chance to talk to her without the threat of war hanging over their heads. And everyone always said that anything could happen at Midwinter.
He cut down the servant’s stairway and out into the lower courtyard, bracing himself against the cold as he hurried to the practice courts. But when he turned the final corner, they were empty, and the wind blew freely over the intricate pattern of footprints and trampled ground she had left behind, the fragile crystals falling on naught but empty air.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #2-Family
Summary: More Evin/Kel, because its hard to be alone at Midwinter. I promise they will get happier. And more steamy. Of course.
Evin never really felt lonely at Midwinter- it was a time for family, true, and he didn’t have any left in the strictest sense, but the Riders had been his family for years and the wine always flowed most freely on the longest nights of the year. So he was happy as he stared absentmindedly out the window, letting his eyes rest on Kel’s wheeling form in the practice courts below. Each time the wind blew, a powdering of crystals settled delicately upon her and her glaive, shimmering there for one minute before being shaken off once again by the next blow or parry. She had been spending more and more time there, he had noticed, despite the light snow and the bone-numbing cold which had settled over the palace in the weeks leading up to the holidays. It had to be hard for her, seeing the families reunited, since she had so many relatives to miss. And watching her friends spend their first Midwinter with new wives and lovers couldn’t help. Knowing Kel, she was trying too hard to give them space at the expense of her own loneliness; it was a joke among the men, how she cared so much for everyone but herself, but Evin knew it was true. He also knew that like as not she was liable to freeze to death if she spent any more time outside practicing, so he did the first thing he could think of and grabbed a hasty assortment of winter gear to go remind her how much Baird hated treating frostbitten fingers. The Riders were having a party in a few nights; maybe he would be able to convince her to stop by and enjoy herself in a more constructive way for a few hours. With the Own still out in the field, there wouldn’t even be any of her men around to object and remind her of where her loyalties were to lie. He had been looking for a chance to talk to her without the threat of war hanging over their heads. And everyone always said that anything could happen at Midwinter.
He cut down the servant’s stairway and out into the lower courtyard, bracing himself against the cold as he hurried to the practice courts. But when he turned the final corner, they were empty, and the wind blew freely over the intricate pattern of footprints and trampled ground she had left behind, the fragile crystals falling on naught but empty air.