Post by journeycat on Mar 8, 2010 18:34:02 GMT 10
Title: Sore Loser
Rating: G
Length : 314 words
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Faleron is as confused as Kel's choice of man as the rest of Tortall. Partly dedicated to Lisa, who is half-supportive and half-baffled by my love of this pairing.
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It was scandalous, repulsive, totally shocking, and it was very obvious that it galled Faleron so deep that his very bones ached with his furious disgust.
“How can this happen?” he fumed one night, finally snapping.
He shoved his chair away from the table, upsetting the chess pieces. They clattered off the board. Merric sighed, watching his cousin begin to pace a furrow in his wood floor. He knelt under the table to pick up a few stray pawns.
“How can what happen?” he said without much interest, already knowing.
“This,” Faleron said loudly, gesturing at nothing. “Kel and, and—Lindhall.”
“What of it?”
“It’s weird, that’s what! He’s old and decrepit and, well, kind of freakish.”
Merric resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had a feeling it would not be appreciated. “Fal,” he began with every bit of patience he possessed, which, indeed, wasn’t much, “Lindhall Reed is not that old, and he’s hardly decrepit, and he’s no more freakish than any other mage. You liked him just fine when you were a page.”
“Well, yeah,” Faleron said in disgust, “but that was before he was taking advantage of a young girl!”
The redhead raised dubious eyebrows, beginning to arrange the chess pieces back to their original positions. “I doubt Kel will take too kindly to you suggesting she’s incapable of taking care of herself,” he pointed out mildly. “She’s happy. She likes him. And he treats her very well.”
“That’s—that’s—”
“That’s what? Ridiculous? Is there another reason Kel and Lindhall shouldn’t be together?”
Faleron opened his mouth and then closed it, glaring at him balefully. Merric felt confident that this conversation was effectively ended—that stubborn cousin of his wouldn’t admit his feelings for anything, especially now that he lost to a man he didn’t even consider competition.
“Now then,” he said comfortably, knocking over the opposing queen. “Checkmate.”
Rating: G
Length : 314 words
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Faleron is as confused as Kel's choice of man as the rest of Tortall. Partly dedicated to Lisa, who is half-supportive and half-baffled by my love of this pairing.
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It was scandalous, repulsive, totally shocking, and it was very obvious that it galled Faleron so deep that his very bones ached with his furious disgust.
“How can this happen?” he fumed one night, finally snapping.
He shoved his chair away from the table, upsetting the chess pieces. They clattered off the board. Merric sighed, watching his cousin begin to pace a furrow in his wood floor. He knelt under the table to pick up a few stray pawns.
“How can what happen?” he said without much interest, already knowing.
“This,” Faleron said loudly, gesturing at nothing. “Kel and, and—Lindhall.”
“What of it?”
“It’s weird, that’s what! He’s old and decrepit and, well, kind of freakish.”
Merric resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had a feeling it would not be appreciated. “Fal,” he began with every bit of patience he possessed, which, indeed, wasn’t much, “Lindhall Reed is not that old, and he’s hardly decrepit, and he’s no more freakish than any other mage. You liked him just fine when you were a page.”
“Well, yeah,” Faleron said in disgust, “but that was before he was taking advantage of a young girl!”
The redhead raised dubious eyebrows, beginning to arrange the chess pieces back to their original positions. “I doubt Kel will take too kindly to you suggesting she’s incapable of taking care of herself,” he pointed out mildly. “She’s happy. She likes him. And he treats her very well.”
“That’s—that’s—”
“That’s what? Ridiculous? Is there another reason Kel and Lindhall shouldn’t be together?”
Faleron opened his mouth and then closed it, glaring at him balefully. Merric felt confident that this conversation was effectively ended—that stubborn cousin of his wouldn’t admit his feelings for anything, especially now that he lost to a man he didn’t even consider competition.
“Now then,” he said comfortably, knocking over the opposing queen. “Checkmate.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!