Post by domluvr on Apr 4, 2010 16:33:55 GMT 10
Title: Midwinter Wars V
Rating: PG
Length: 603 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Neal comes around
Kel was lying on her stomach on her bed, book open in front of her. She held that position throughout the afternoon, into the evening. She ignored her protesting stomach when suppertime came to pass. She glared at her book as the sunlight faded and her room grew dark. Slamming her book shut, she finally sat up, wincing at the cramps in her back and arms.
She had ignored the knocks on her door as Owen and Merric returned from shopping at the markets. She had ignored Seaver when he came looking to go to supper with her. She tried to tell herself she was caught up in her book. Although she hadn’t turned a single page throughout the day…
She was searching through her crate of fruit when there was a soft knock on her door. It wasn't the normal obnoxious banging her friends deemed appropriate to get her attention. “Kel?” Neal called quietly. “Please let me in?”
She grabbed an apple and unlocked the door. She opened it slowly, moving back to sit on her bed without looking at him.
“Gods Kel, don’t be like this! You never avoid people.”
She gave him a blank stare as she took a bite from her apple.
Taking this as a sign to continue, Neal went on. “Look, I came here to tell you that I think you should go to the ball with Dom. It’s just… the thought of the two of you… and he has such a reputation…” Kel raised her eyebrows as she took another bite. “Well, I know most of it’s unjustified; the men of the Own have ways of exaggerating,” Neal admitted. “He’s a good guy, really. And… I think he would really like you when he gets to know you.”
She swallowed. "So you think I should go to the ball. Now.” She rolled her eyes. “Neal, it’s already started. I don’t even have anything to wear. There’s not enough time, it would be over before I’d be ready.”
“I’m really sorry, Kel. You were being a good friend and I was…”
Kel smiled at his sincerity. “Being an over-reactive Meathead?”
Neal sat next to her on the bed. “So no ball?”
“No ball. I think I’ll go for a walk. I need to get out of this room.”
Neal stood as she put her coat on. “I’d grace you with my presence, but I have a study session in the library awaiting my attention.”
At her questioning look, he elaborated. “Some friends of mine at the university are going to discuss some philosophy.”
She smiled as they made their way out to the hall and parted ways. “Have fun studying for fun!” she called after him. He waved and she turned to make her way to the courtyard where they had had their snowball fight that morning.
She made her way into the dark courtyard, the snow glistening with a dream-like quality in the moonlight. She made her way over to a bench, sitting down and crossing her arms to get warm. Looking across the apparently empty courtyard, she found her thoughts drifting to Dom, and when she would see him again. Would he ask her to dinner? Or did her rejection turn him off of her? He was probably at the ball with some petite court lady at this very moment…
She sighed, knowing she was feeling sorry for herself. She was considering running up to her room to grab her glaive; practice always cleared her mind. But she didn’t want her mind cleared just yet. Just a few more moments of envisioning twinkling blue eyes.
Rating: PG
Length: 603 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Neal comes around
Kel was lying on her stomach on her bed, book open in front of her. She held that position throughout the afternoon, into the evening. She ignored her protesting stomach when suppertime came to pass. She glared at her book as the sunlight faded and her room grew dark. Slamming her book shut, she finally sat up, wincing at the cramps in her back and arms.
She had ignored the knocks on her door as Owen and Merric returned from shopping at the markets. She had ignored Seaver when he came looking to go to supper with her. She tried to tell herself she was caught up in her book. Although she hadn’t turned a single page throughout the day…
She was searching through her crate of fruit when there was a soft knock on her door. It wasn't the normal obnoxious banging her friends deemed appropriate to get her attention. “Kel?” Neal called quietly. “Please let me in?”
She grabbed an apple and unlocked the door. She opened it slowly, moving back to sit on her bed without looking at him.
“Gods Kel, don’t be like this! You never avoid people.”
She gave him a blank stare as she took a bite from her apple.
Taking this as a sign to continue, Neal went on. “Look, I came here to tell you that I think you should go to the ball with Dom. It’s just… the thought of the two of you… and he has such a reputation…” Kel raised her eyebrows as she took another bite. “Well, I know most of it’s unjustified; the men of the Own have ways of exaggerating,” Neal admitted. “He’s a good guy, really. And… I think he would really like you when he gets to know you.”
She swallowed. "So you think I should go to the ball. Now.” She rolled her eyes. “Neal, it’s already started. I don’t even have anything to wear. There’s not enough time, it would be over before I’d be ready.”
“I’m really sorry, Kel. You were being a good friend and I was…”
Kel smiled at his sincerity. “Being an over-reactive Meathead?”
Neal sat next to her on the bed. “So no ball?”
“No ball. I think I’ll go for a walk. I need to get out of this room.”
Neal stood as she put her coat on. “I’d grace you with my presence, but I have a study session in the library awaiting my attention.”
At her questioning look, he elaborated. “Some friends of mine at the university are going to discuss some philosophy.”
She smiled as they made their way out to the hall and parted ways. “Have fun studying for fun!” she called after him. He waved and she turned to make her way to the courtyard where they had had their snowball fight that morning.
She made her way into the dark courtyard, the snow glistening with a dream-like quality in the moonlight. She made her way over to a bench, sitting down and crossing her arms to get warm. Looking across the apparently empty courtyard, she found her thoughts drifting to Dom, and when she would see him again. Would he ask her to dinner? Or did her rejection turn him off of her? He was probably at the ball with some petite court lady at this very moment…
She sighed, knowing she was feeling sorry for herself. She was considering running up to her room to grab her glaive; practice always cleared her mind. But she didn’t want her mind cleared just yet. Just a few more moments of envisioning twinkling blue eyes.