Post by Rowena on Mar 14, 2010 20:19:55 GMT 10
Title: Keep Breathing
Rating: PG 13
Length: 262
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: The definition of painfully irony is Kel’s not-so-long-ago advice coming in handy now…
The marble of the casket is smooth, reflecting the sky like the lake they could have gone swimming in. It is warm enough outside with just the barest hint of a breeze, but no sparrows sing from the treetops.
A teary-eyed Neal is delivering the eulogy, a piece much better than any love poem he has ever written. Dom supposes that when the feelings are real, the words are more real too.
He feels choked, and is glad that Neal is the one talking – he doesn’t think he would be able to breathe, let alone speak.
Just keep breathing.
Tied back-to-back with Kel, he was too frightened to enjoy the contact of her hand in his.
They were doomed-their fate was real this time. Captured by the enemy, they were bound to be killed before anyone from Tortall found their way into the tent-camp, let alone found them.
“Are you scared?” He asked quietly, barely a breath.
“Yes,” she whispered in reply. “I’m very scared.” She started moving, and it took a minute before Dom realized she was twisting in the rope. He started moving too, and after a good ten minutes of wriggling and rope burn, could face her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted her fingers in his hair, resting her head on his chest. “Keep breathing,” she sighed. “Just keep breathing.”
Dom felt the tears begin to fall as Neal finished the eulogy.
“…I say goodbye to one of the bravest knights I have ever known: Keladry of Mindelan.”
Keep breathing, he thought. Just keep breathing.
Rating: PG 13
Length: 262
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: The definition of painfully irony is Kel’s not-so-long-ago advice coming in handy now…
The marble of the casket is smooth, reflecting the sky like the lake they could have gone swimming in. It is warm enough outside with just the barest hint of a breeze, but no sparrows sing from the treetops.
A teary-eyed Neal is delivering the eulogy, a piece much better than any love poem he has ever written. Dom supposes that when the feelings are real, the words are more real too.
He feels choked, and is glad that Neal is the one talking – he doesn’t think he would be able to breathe, let alone speak.
Just keep breathing.
Tied back-to-back with Kel, he was too frightened to enjoy the contact of her hand in his.
They were doomed-their fate was real this time. Captured by the enemy, they were bound to be killed before anyone from Tortall found their way into the tent-camp, let alone found them.
“Are you scared?” He asked quietly, barely a breath.
“Yes,” she whispered in reply. “I’m very scared.” She started moving, and it took a minute before Dom realized she was twisting in the rope. He started moving too, and after a good ten minutes of wriggling and rope burn, could face her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted her fingers in his hair, resting her head on his chest. “Keep breathing,” she sighed. “Just keep breathing.”
Dom felt the tears begin to fall as Neal finished the eulogy.
“…I say goodbye to one of the bravest knights I have ever known: Keladry of Mindelan.”
Keep breathing, he thought. Just keep breathing.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!