Post by journeycat on Mar 8, 2010 18:55:16 GMT 10
Title: Distractions
Rating: PG-13
Length : 313 words
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Faleron lets his imagination run wild at a bad time.
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“Left strike, right strike, undercut, switch!”
Faleron instinctively blocked Quinden’s swing, hardly paying attention. It was hot, and he was tired, and all he really wanted to do was skip all his academic classes that afternoon to take a wonderful long nap.
“Curses!”
A couple of pages slowed, their attention turning to the clatter of a staff hitting the ground. He glanced over and snorted to see Neal shaking his fingers with a pained expression and Kel standing beside him, still holding her own staff, her Yamani blank face almost certainly hiding a snicker.
“Pick it up, Queenscove,” Wyldon said dryly. “A weapon does little good if you’re not using it.”
Neal scowled as the training-master retreated, grumbling.
“I’ll get it,” Kel giggled, and bent over to pick it up.
Faleron stared at the round, firm buttocks presented to him, his mouth agape. He saw a small sliver of skin as her shirt rode up just enough, and it looked so smooth and pretty and he wondered if her entire naked body looked like that, and he wondered if it tasted delicious and how it felt under his hands—
THWACK.
“Ow,” Faleron howled, grabbing at his smarting face as he stumbled back. “Quinden, what the f—”
“King’s Reach,” Wyldon barked, annoyed. “What did you do?”
“I just—I was—”
“He wasn’t paying attention,” Quinden said, rolling his eyes. “Staring off at nothing.”
“I see,” Wyldon said flatly. Was it just Faleron’s imagination, or did the man’s eyes flicker ever so slightly in Kel’s direction? “Pay attention, boy. The slightest distraction could mean your life.”
“Yes, milord,” Faleron muttered, embarrassed.
He rubbed his throbbing brow, glaring at Quinden. “Thanks a lot,” he groused.
“Oh, quit whining,” the other page said, and swung his staff.
Faleron parried it easily, and tried very hard to not look at Kel for the rest of the day.
Rating: PG-13
Length : 313 words
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Faleron lets his imagination run wild at a bad time.
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“Left strike, right strike, undercut, switch!”
Faleron instinctively blocked Quinden’s swing, hardly paying attention. It was hot, and he was tired, and all he really wanted to do was skip all his academic classes that afternoon to take a wonderful long nap.
“Curses!”
A couple of pages slowed, their attention turning to the clatter of a staff hitting the ground. He glanced over and snorted to see Neal shaking his fingers with a pained expression and Kel standing beside him, still holding her own staff, her Yamani blank face almost certainly hiding a snicker.
“Pick it up, Queenscove,” Wyldon said dryly. “A weapon does little good if you’re not using it.”
Neal scowled as the training-master retreated, grumbling.
“I’ll get it,” Kel giggled, and bent over to pick it up.
Faleron stared at the round, firm buttocks presented to him, his mouth agape. He saw a small sliver of skin as her shirt rode up just enough, and it looked so smooth and pretty and he wondered if her entire naked body looked like that, and he wondered if it tasted delicious and how it felt under his hands—
THWACK.
“Ow,” Faleron howled, grabbing at his smarting face as he stumbled back. “Quinden, what the f—”
“King’s Reach,” Wyldon barked, annoyed. “What did you do?”
“I just—I was—”
“He wasn’t paying attention,” Quinden said, rolling his eyes. “Staring off at nothing.”
“I see,” Wyldon said flatly. Was it just Faleron’s imagination, or did the man’s eyes flicker ever so slightly in Kel’s direction? “Pay attention, boy. The slightest distraction could mean your life.”
“Yes, milord,” Faleron muttered, embarrassed.
He rubbed his throbbing brow, glaring at Quinden. “Thanks a lot,” he groused.
“Oh, quit whining,” the other page said, and swung his staff.
Faleron parried it easily, and tried very hard to not look at Kel for the rest of the day.