Post by ev on Dec 3, 2010 7:09:17 GMT 10
Title: Revenge
Rating: PG
Card: 1
Bingo: pranks+secrets+Lady Knight+regret+forgiveness
Summary: If the own can prank Kel and get away with it, then they're in for a surprise...
*****
"Come on! Let's skate!"
Fifteen men of the King's Own slid onto the ice, laughing and scheming.
Dom slapped Raoul on the back, Raoul's gigantic build was knocked to the ground on his unsteady skating feet.
He scrambles up with a roar, knocking down five men with Dom.
After they were all drunk with joy, they clambered back off, leaving a trail of whiskey beside them.
"You sure she'll want to skate?"
"Have faith in me, Dom. I was her knight master. Just keep it a secret, and don't slip up." Raoul’s low voice rumbles.
--
Lady Knight Kel, ignorant of their fun, kept behind, insisted that they go on while she walked with her limping horse.
She breathed in the cold, midwinter air, with much happiness. She was relieved that they couldn't make it to court this midwinter.
When she came upon her camp, she heard much guffawing and rough housing in their tents. "I'm going skating, you men!" she calls to them, grinning.
Pulling on her skates, she glides onto the ice. She cocked her head, her ears pricking. A slight crack... she looks down...
The Own heard Kel get back and call something to them.
A second later they gasp, their eyes widened suddenly as they clearly heard a wretched scream.
"I'm going to kill you - you fools!"
Crack.
"Kel, Kel!" the men cry, laugh coating their voices as they watched her fingers scraping the ice.
"Get me out of here you..." she shrieks a whole list of swears that made even the most jaded of the Own impressed.
They pulled her out, murmur apologies.
"We're really sorry, Kel. We were drunk, and must have spilled our whiskey." one said.
"You sure sound drunk," she snapped through uncontrollable shivering. "Yeah, I bet you’re aware enough to ride a horse through brambles without getting stuck."
They escorted Kel in, and she practically sat on the fire, mumbling curses.
--
The next day, the men walk over to Kel's tent. "Kel, we are so -"
"You're forgiven. Whatever." she snapped.
The men were thinking about questioning her easy acceptance, but they decided to run with their good luck.
"Just eat the soup, and we'll be on our way."
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"Already ate."
"Okay." they said in unison, and got out their bowls.
Kel slipped out, leaving the flap open.
She counted down from five, waiting for the laxatives to set in.
Rating: PG
Card: 1
Bingo: pranks+secrets+Lady Knight+regret+forgiveness
Summary: If the own can prank Kel and get away with it, then they're in for a surprise...
*****
"Come on! Let's skate!"
Fifteen men of the King's Own slid onto the ice, laughing and scheming.
Dom slapped Raoul on the back, Raoul's gigantic build was knocked to the ground on his unsteady skating feet.
He scrambles up with a roar, knocking down five men with Dom.
After they were all drunk with joy, they clambered back off, leaving a trail of whiskey beside them.
"You sure she'll want to skate?"
"Have faith in me, Dom. I was her knight master. Just keep it a secret, and don't slip up." Raoul’s low voice rumbles.
--
Lady Knight Kel, ignorant of their fun, kept behind, insisted that they go on while she walked with her limping horse.
She breathed in the cold, midwinter air, with much happiness. She was relieved that they couldn't make it to court this midwinter.
When she came upon her camp, she heard much guffawing and rough housing in their tents. "I'm going skating, you men!" she calls to them, grinning.
Pulling on her skates, she glides onto the ice. She cocked her head, her ears pricking. A slight crack... she looks down...
The Own heard Kel get back and call something to them.
A second later they gasp, their eyes widened suddenly as they clearly heard a wretched scream.
"I'm going to kill you - you fools!"
Crack.
"Kel, Kel!" the men cry, laugh coating their voices as they watched her fingers scraping the ice.
"Get me out of here you..." she shrieks a whole list of swears that made even the most jaded of the Own impressed.
They pulled her out, murmur apologies.
"We're really sorry, Kel. We were drunk, and must have spilled our whiskey." one said.
"You sure sound drunk," she snapped through uncontrollable shivering. "Yeah, I bet you’re aware enough to ride a horse through brambles without getting stuck."
They escorted Kel in, and she practically sat on the fire, mumbling curses.
--
The next day, the men walk over to Kel's tent. "Kel, we are so -"
"You're forgiven. Whatever." she snapped.
The men were thinking about questioning her easy acceptance, but they decided to run with their good luck.
"Just eat the soup, and we'll be on our way."
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"Already ate."
"Okay." they said in unison, and got out their bowls.
Kel slipped out, leaving the flap open.
She counted down from five, waiting for the laxatives to set in.