Post by Lisa on Apr 5, 2010 14:06:16 GMT 10
Title: Set on You
Rating: PG
Length: 429 words
Character: Wyldon
Summary: She’s set her sights on Lord Wyldon, for better or worse.
Notes: inspired by Audra McDonald’s “Wonderful You”.
I couldn’t help but watch him spin his daughter around the ballroom, smiling down at her almost playfully. My heart seemed to twinge and tug at the sight; I was jealous that she did nothing to earn this when I worked night and day to earn something akin to a smile directed solely at me.
“Do you think he’s a nice father?” Neal drawls.
“Who?” I ask, startled.
“The Stump. You’ve been watching him dance with Margarry for the last thirty two measures of music. Only Owen has been so focused, because he’s still in the madly-in-love-with-his-wife phase.”
“And you aren’t?” I asked, turning away from the dance floor to gaze at my best friend.
“Note that she’s with the princess right now, completely ignoring me, and I’m perfectly content,” he replied loftily.
“Yet you know precisely where she is,” I pointed out with a smirk.
“Back to Margarry and the Stump,” Neal said, gesturing to the dancers with his glass of cider. “You look wistful. Are you wishing you could be dancing with your father so affectionately?”
“Not quite,” I said, shaking my head.
“Ah, then you’re wishing you had half the grace of the Lady Jesslaw? Or perhaps my lord himself?”
“Of course.” I rolled my eyes. Let him keep making his silly guesses if it kept him from knowing how my heart leapt at the sight of Lord Wyldon, or how I was so determined to have him. No one else would do.
“It’s rather tragic, you know, what happened to his wife.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Of course, it’s been so long. He’s probably here in Corus looking for some young pretty noblewoman to marry. Widowers are so obvious.”
“He’s so obviously not dancing with ladies other than his daughters; I think you’re wrong.” I hoped he was wrong.
“He’s rather light on his feet, isn’t he?” Neal asked. “It’s like they don’t even touch the ground.”
“Did I just hear you compliment Lord Wyldon?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“I’m sure I’ve complimented him in the past.”
“Not without insulating it in criticism.”
Neal shrugged. “I confess, I’m almost as fascinated by him right now as I am in how much you’re fascinated by him.”
I could almost feel beads of sweat gathering on my skin. “Nonsense,” I said, turning my back to the dancers altogether. Maybe I needed more juice.
Neal shrugged and left my side, leaving me free to get more to drink. I did so and watched Lord Wyldon a bit more. I was most definitely set on him, for better or worse.
Rating: PG
Length: 429 words
Character: Wyldon
Summary: She’s set her sights on Lord Wyldon, for better or worse.
Notes: inspired by Audra McDonald’s “Wonderful You”.
I couldn’t help but watch him spin his daughter around the ballroom, smiling down at her almost playfully. My heart seemed to twinge and tug at the sight; I was jealous that she did nothing to earn this when I worked night and day to earn something akin to a smile directed solely at me.
“Do you think he’s a nice father?” Neal drawls.
“Who?” I ask, startled.
“The Stump. You’ve been watching him dance with Margarry for the last thirty two measures of music. Only Owen has been so focused, because he’s still in the madly-in-love-with-his-wife phase.”
“And you aren’t?” I asked, turning away from the dance floor to gaze at my best friend.
“Note that she’s with the princess right now, completely ignoring me, and I’m perfectly content,” he replied loftily.
“Yet you know precisely where she is,” I pointed out with a smirk.
“Back to Margarry and the Stump,” Neal said, gesturing to the dancers with his glass of cider. “You look wistful. Are you wishing you could be dancing with your father so affectionately?”
“Not quite,” I said, shaking my head.
“Ah, then you’re wishing you had half the grace of the Lady Jesslaw? Or perhaps my lord himself?”
“Of course.” I rolled my eyes. Let him keep making his silly guesses if it kept him from knowing how my heart leapt at the sight of Lord Wyldon, or how I was so determined to have him. No one else would do.
“It’s rather tragic, you know, what happened to his wife.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Of course, it’s been so long. He’s probably here in Corus looking for some young pretty noblewoman to marry. Widowers are so obvious.”
“He’s so obviously not dancing with ladies other than his daughters; I think you’re wrong.” I hoped he was wrong.
“He’s rather light on his feet, isn’t he?” Neal asked. “It’s like they don’t even touch the ground.”
“Did I just hear you compliment Lord Wyldon?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“I’m sure I’ve complimented him in the past.”
“Not without insulating it in criticism.”
Neal shrugged. “I confess, I’m almost as fascinated by him right now as I am in how much you’re fascinated by him.”
I could almost feel beads of sweat gathering on my skin. “Nonsense,” I said, turning my back to the dancers altogether. Maybe I needed more juice.
Neal shrugged and left my side, leaving me free to get more to drink. I did so and watched Lord Wyldon a bit more. I was most definitely set on him, for better or worse.