Post by domluvr on Apr 3, 2010 13:29:25 GMT 10
Title: Midwinter Wars
Rating: PG
Length: 530 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Kel meets Dom when her friends talk her into a snowball fight.
“Kel! Kel!” There was loud knocking on her door. Ignoring it, Kel continued to read her book. It was midwinter and it was the first day off the pages had this year; she fully intended to spend it relaxing. The knocking continued persistently. Sighing, Kel put her book down and headed for the door. Before she reached it, Neal, Merric, Owen, and Seaver poured into her room.
“Kel,” Owen gasped. “We need you to have a snowball fight. Three teams of two!”
Looking at the boys, she shook her head. “There are only five of us. Play two on two, you guys.”
“No, my cousin’s in! He’s meeting us outside. Come on Kel, we need you!” Neal pleaded, pulling her out the door as she hastily grabbed her jacket and gloves.
“Who’s your cousin, Neal?” Kel asked, allowing herself to be pulled outside into the courtyard. The area was blanketed with snow, with a handsome young man strolling toward them.
“Domitan of Masbolle, at your service milady,” the man bowed to her, capturing her eyes with his own startling sapphire orbs.
To Kel’s horror, she felt a flush creep to her face. She noticed a badge on his arm, marking him a sergeant of the King’s Own. She remembered the group of men who had witnessed her almost being thrown from her horse in jousting practice in her first year, and she recognized him from the audience that had included Lord Raoul. Great. Good first impression for the beautiful stranger.
“Hey now,” Owen looked affronted. “Don’t treating her all girl-like.”
Dom responded with a dazzling smile and winked at Kel. “But she is a girl.”
Thankfully Neal drew everyone’s attention away from her deepening blush. “Owen will be with Kel, Merric with Seaver, and I’ll be with Dom. Let’s start making our forts!”
As people started looking around the courtyard for the best places to set up fort, Neal’s cousin objected. “Why do I get stuck with you, Meathead?”
Seaver and Merric had run off to the left to start building their fort, but Kel and Owen shared an amused expression at Neal’s family nickname.
“Well who else would you want be with?” Neal snapped.
Turning his sapphire eyes to Kel, the sergeant grinned mischievously. “Lady Keladry of course!” Without warning, he took Kel’s hand, slid her glove off, and kissed her fingertips.
Owen looked shocked. Neal just rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Owen come on, Merric and Seaver have a head start!” They both ran off to the right, to the opposite side of where Merric and Seaver had the base of a fort prepared.
“Well, where should we go?” Kel was uncertain how to address this man who was still holding her hand. He pointed to the back of the courtyard with his other hand, indicating they should go straight back, causing them to be in the middle of the other two teams.
“We’ll be a disadvantage, though” he warned her.
“We’ll build a really good fort,” she suggested as they started their way towards their spot. “With side walls for defense.”
“And privacy,” he added, blue-eyes twinkling.
Oh my, she thought. This could be fun! Or exceptionally awkward…
Rating: PG
Length: 530 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Kel meets Dom when her friends talk her into a snowball fight.
“Kel! Kel!” There was loud knocking on her door. Ignoring it, Kel continued to read her book. It was midwinter and it was the first day off the pages had this year; she fully intended to spend it relaxing. The knocking continued persistently. Sighing, Kel put her book down and headed for the door. Before she reached it, Neal, Merric, Owen, and Seaver poured into her room.
“Kel,” Owen gasped. “We need you to have a snowball fight. Three teams of two!”
Looking at the boys, she shook her head. “There are only five of us. Play two on two, you guys.”
“No, my cousin’s in! He’s meeting us outside. Come on Kel, we need you!” Neal pleaded, pulling her out the door as she hastily grabbed her jacket and gloves.
“Who’s your cousin, Neal?” Kel asked, allowing herself to be pulled outside into the courtyard. The area was blanketed with snow, with a handsome young man strolling toward them.
“Domitan of Masbolle, at your service milady,” the man bowed to her, capturing her eyes with his own startling sapphire orbs.
To Kel’s horror, she felt a flush creep to her face. She noticed a badge on his arm, marking him a sergeant of the King’s Own. She remembered the group of men who had witnessed her almost being thrown from her horse in jousting practice in her first year, and she recognized him from the audience that had included Lord Raoul. Great. Good first impression for the beautiful stranger.
“Hey now,” Owen looked affronted. “Don’t treating her all girl-like.”
Dom responded with a dazzling smile and winked at Kel. “But she is a girl.”
Thankfully Neal drew everyone’s attention away from her deepening blush. “Owen will be with Kel, Merric with Seaver, and I’ll be with Dom. Let’s start making our forts!”
As people started looking around the courtyard for the best places to set up fort, Neal’s cousin objected. “Why do I get stuck with you, Meathead?”
Seaver and Merric had run off to the left to start building their fort, but Kel and Owen shared an amused expression at Neal’s family nickname.
“Well who else would you want be with?” Neal snapped.
Turning his sapphire eyes to Kel, the sergeant grinned mischievously. “Lady Keladry of course!” Without warning, he took Kel’s hand, slid her glove off, and kissed her fingertips.
Owen looked shocked. Neal just rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Owen come on, Merric and Seaver have a head start!” They both ran off to the right, to the opposite side of where Merric and Seaver had the base of a fort prepared.
“Well, where should we go?” Kel was uncertain how to address this man who was still holding her hand. He pointed to the back of the courtyard with his other hand, indicating they should go straight back, causing them to be in the middle of the other two teams.
“We’ll be a disadvantage, though” he warned her.
“We’ll build a really good fort,” she suggested as they started their way towards their spot. “With side walls for defense.”
“And privacy,” he added, blue-eyes twinkling.
Oh my, she thought. This could be fun! Or exceptionally awkward…