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Post by PeroxidePirate on Mar 31, 2010 14:58:45 GMT 10
Title: Trickster's Pawn 27 Rating: PG Length: 300 words Competitor: Owen Round/Fight: 4 (Final!) Summary: PG, 300 words. Kel and Owen look ahead.
It started snowing as they talked. Kel and Owen walked to keep warm, rather than going back to Kel's rooms or looking for another indoor location.
“We'll both have to go where we're needed,” Kel said. “And knights and riders...” Her voice caught in her throat.
“Are different weapons, for different jobs,” Owen finished. It was a saying he'd heard often enough, in training. “Needed in different situations.”
“Different places,” Kel whispered. “It would be bad enough if only one of us was in service to the crown – if one of us could come or go as we pleased, or at least stay in one spot.”
“Or if we were in service together – if you were a rider. Or if I was a squire, too.”
Kel sighed. “I thought, the first time we talked, that you should have been a squire.”
Owen gave her a wry smile, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, well.”
She linked an arm through his, and they walked in silence for a while.
Eventually, Owen spoke. “This – you and me – is doomed, isn't it?”
“Yes,” Kel said, truthfully. She didn't say how much it hurt: she knew Owen could see it on her face.
“Better to end it now, and be done with it,” he continued, “instead of dragging things out all winter.”
Kel gave him a lopsided smile. “Thank you for being man enough to say it.” So she didn't have to.
“Thank you for being the first one to see the man in me,” Owen said. He swept her into her arms, and into such a wonderful, mind-bending kiss that, for a moment, she wanted to stay with him even more than she wanted her shield.
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Post by Lisa on Apr 1, 2010 12:38:52 GMT 10
!!! I have no words. I'm just flailing!! *flails*
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Post by Alliecat on Apr 2, 2010 14:50:37 GMT 10
No! They are not allowed to leave each other! *desperately holds them from running off*
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