Post by kiz on Dec 2, 2010 23:10:58 GMT 10
Title: A Holiday in Corus
Rating: PG
Card: 1
Bingo: Ogod. Okay they can be read as:
alcohol, luck, frivolity, forgivess, away from home
OR
tradition, a pretty lady, candles, father and son, alcohol
OR
candles, midwinter kiss, winter, lady knight, music
Summary: Something about midwinter fics brings out the fluff in me. Kel/Uline
Sometimes, Kel thought, it was fun to indulge in frivolity, to wear a pretty dress and drink mulled brandy and relax. She hated to admit it, but once a year it was nice to get away from New Hope and revel in the lack of responsibility that Corus brought.
It was even better when she had a pretty girl to celebrate it with.
“Kel, I’m so sorry I have been scarce all night,” Uline told her in a rush. Her cheeks were flushed, and in the festive glow of candlelight, Kel thought she looked more beautiful than ever. “Duke Baird has been talking my ear off. Won’t you forgive me?”
It was true: Like his obstinate son had been, Duke Baird was utterly captivated by Uline. Kel didn’t mind, though. The music was good, and the winter feast bountiful, and she knew that Uline would always come back. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give her a hard time for it.
“I was half afraid that I would have to kiss myself at midnight,” she said, wide eyed and sorrowful.
Uline laughed, and whapped the lady knight across one shoulder. “You tease! I would never. We have a tradition.”
“So we do.”
The great bell tolled midnight, and Uline playfully tugged Kel into a shadowy niche, and kissed her, with all the sweetness and mirth of her character. “Midwinter luck, Kel.”
“Midwinter luck, Uline.”
Rating: PG
Card: 1
Bingo: Ogod. Okay they can be read as:
alcohol, luck, frivolity, forgivess, away from home
OR
tradition, a pretty lady, candles, father and son, alcohol
OR
candles, midwinter kiss, winter, lady knight, music
Summary: Something about midwinter fics brings out the fluff in me. Kel/Uline
Sometimes, Kel thought, it was fun to indulge in frivolity, to wear a pretty dress and drink mulled brandy and relax. She hated to admit it, but once a year it was nice to get away from New Hope and revel in the lack of responsibility that Corus brought.
It was even better when she had a pretty girl to celebrate it with.
“Kel, I’m so sorry I have been scarce all night,” Uline told her in a rush. Her cheeks were flushed, and in the festive glow of candlelight, Kel thought she looked more beautiful than ever. “Duke Baird has been talking my ear off. Won’t you forgive me?”
It was true: Like his obstinate son had been, Duke Baird was utterly captivated by Uline. Kel didn’t mind, though. The music was good, and the winter feast bountiful, and she knew that Uline would always come back. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give her a hard time for it.
“I was half afraid that I would have to kiss myself at midnight,” she said, wide eyed and sorrowful.
Uline laughed, and whapped the lady knight across one shoulder. “You tease! I would never. We have a tradition.”
“So we do.”
The great bell tolled midnight, and Uline playfully tugged Kel into a shadowy niche, and kissed her, with all the sweetness and mirth of her character. “Midwinter luck, Kel.”
“Midwinter luck, Uline.”