Post by aurorax on Oct 4, 2009 11:38:03 GMT 10
Title: Yearmates
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ten different possible Kel pairings, increasing from 10 to 100 words in multiples of 10. Some happy, some angsty.
A/N: This was supposed to be for one sentence week, but it was easier to do as multiple sentences so I changed my mind and just made it a normal fic.
10 words, Kel/Merric:
Their passion burned fiery as his hair, smoldering and unquenchable.
20 words, Kel/Roald:
Silence between them never became uncomfortable; they shared their feelings in hidden looks and soft touches, uncomplicated by meaningless chatter.
30 words, Kel/Seaver:
There was something beautifully mysterious about his dark eyes, the way they seemed to spark when she smiled at his jokes or how they lingered just a moment too long.
40 words, Kel/Faleron:
It was an odd role-reversal; he was standing waiting in the courtyard as she returned victorious from battle, the conquering knight. But no one had waited before, and as she watched his concern dissolve into a smile, everything was perfect.
50 words, Kel/Cleon:
She tried not to think about the past- in the twisted path that was her life, it only took one backward glance to be lost forever. But every year at this time, when days got long and the smell of fresh-cut hay hung heavy on the air, the memories came.
60 words, Kel/Neal:
She had thought it was a meaningless crush, a moment of the past long since forgotten. She had thought that they would laugh about it, years later. But when he placed one hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up to gently brush her lips, the shivers still came. Undeniable. And unacknowledgable; he turned away to kiss his wife.
70 words, Kel/Zahir:
For a boy from the desert, he sure knew how to keep a girl warm on a cold winter night. The soft flakes danced in the flickering candlelight as she sat wrapped in his arms, their breath steaming up the scant inches between their lips. Closing the distance, she wondered if it was possible to spontaneously combust. Something to ask Numair- but it could wait until the morning, of course.
80 words, Kel/Owen:
She was surprised, the first time she looked at him and saw a man where a boy had stood just months before. The last few months had done what even the Chamber couldn’t- forced him to grow up. He was so hard now, his mouth a sharp line across a weary face. So she kissed him, hoping that the Owen she knew would return as his lips softened beneath her own. And as they broke apart gasping, his smile returned.
90 words, Kel/Joren:
There was something about the way he moved- gracefully, with a hidden strength underneath, like a snake coiled to strike- that made her know she was right to fear him. Everything he had done so far was a mere child’s game, not really trying. So when she heard about what had happened- pictured his body lying motionless on the hard stone floor, broken- the first thoughts that filled her mind was how much potential had been wasted, and how good it would have felt when he finally struck for real.
100 words, Kel/Wyldon:
They had both made too many mistakes that week. Maybe this was another mistake- maybe it was the worst. But as his rough hands slid slowly down her back, passing the raised scars and hard bruises without pause, the images of dead bodies and ravaging stormwings were gone as fast as her inhibitions. She had been wrong, when she thought that no one could ever understand the pain she felt.
It was the first peaceful night she’d had since the battle, without the nightmares that left her drenched in a cool sweat. Encircled in his strong arms, she was safe.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ten different possible Kel pairings, increasing from 10 to 100 words in multiples of 10. Some happy, some angsty.
A/N: This was supposed to be for one sentence week, but it was easier to do as multiple sentences so I changed my mind and just made it a normal fic.
10 words, Kel/Merric:
Their passion burned fiery as his hair, smoldering and unquenchable.
20 words, Kel/Roald:
Silence between them never became uncomfortable; they shared their feelings in hidden looks and soft touches, uncomplicated by meaningless chatter.
30 words, Kel/Seaver:
There was something beautifully mysterious about his dark eyes, the way they seemed to spark when she smiled at his jokes or how they lingered just a moment too long.
40 words, Kel/Faleron:
It was an odd role-reversal; he was standing waiting in the courtyard as she returned victorious from battle, the conquering knight. But no one had waited before, and as she watched his concern dissolve into a smile, everything was perfect.
50 words, Kel/Cleon:
She tried not to think about the past- in the twisted path that was her life, it only took one backward glance to be lost forever. But every year at this time, when days got long and the smell of fresh-cut hay hung heavy on the air, the memories came.
60 words, Kel/Neal:
She had thought it was a meaningless crush, a moment of the past long since forgotten. She had thought that they would laugh about it, years later. But when he placed one hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up to gently brush her lips, the shivers still came. Undeniable. And unacknowledgable; he turned away to kiss his wife.
70 words, Kel/Zahir:
For a boy from the desert, he sure knew how to keep a girl warm on a cold winter night. The soft flakes danced in the flickering candlelight as she sat wrapped in his arms, their breath steaming up the scant inches between their lips. Closing the distance, she wondered if it was possible to spontaneously combust. Something to ask Numair- but it could wait until the morning, of course.
80 words, Kel/Owen:
She was surprised, the first time she looked at him and saw a man where a boy had stood just months before. The last few months had done what even the Chamber couldn’t- forced him to grow up. He was so hard now, his mouth a sharp line across a weary face. So she kissed him, hoping that the Owen she knew would return as his lips softened beneath her own. And as they broke apart gasping, his smile returned.
90 words, Kel/Joren:
There was something about the way he moved- gracefully, with a hidden strength underneath, like a snake coiled to strike- that made her know she was right to fear him. Everything he had done so far was a mere child’s game, not really trying. So when she heard about what had happened- pictured his body lying motionless on the hard stone floor, broken- the first thoughts that filled her mind was how much potential had been wasted, and how good it would have felt when he finally struck for real.
100 words, Kel/Wyldon:
They had both made too many mistakes that week. Maybe this was another mistake- maybe it was the worst. But as his rough hands slid slowly down her back, passing the raised scars and hard bruises without pause, the images of dead bodies and ravaging stormwings were gone as fast as her inhibitions. She had been wrong, when she thought that no one could ever understand the pain she felt.
It was the first peaceful night she’d had since the battle, without the nightmares that left her drenched in a cool sweat. Encircled in his strong arms, she was safe.