Post by jazzyjess on Mar 7, 2010 4:11:14 GMT 10
Title: Two’s Company
Rating: G
Length: 218
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Kel confronts Raoul.
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She found him in the library, sitting quietly with an open book on war history in his lap, steadily turning pages as if he didn’t notice her presence. Though she knew better, Kel waited, and eventually cleared her throat.
A startled look on his face, Raoul glanced up. “Oh, Kel,” said the bigger man pleasantly. “I didn’t realise you were waiting to get my attention. I was terribly engrossed in this – well, I can’t call it a fine piece of literature, because it isn’t literature and it isn’t fine.”
Kel arched a brow and continued to wait.
“Or perhaps I could interest you in a game of chess?” Raoul offered, setting aside his book with a thud and indicating the table with the chessboard near the window.
“I don’t play chess, but thanks,” Kel responded, and when Raoul looked at her again, she said very pointedly, “Is it necessary to be holing yourself away up here? Are you sulking because your wife is not here to entertain you?”
“I’m doing no such thing!” he blustered, raising his hands as if to ward off the accusation. “I spend plenty of time with others – well, not at dinners, but I practice weaponry with the men, and – ”
“If you’re lonely,” Kel broke in quietly, “then you can just say so.”
Rating: G
Length: 218
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Kel confronts Raoul.
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She found him in the library, sitting quietly with an open book on war history in his lap, steadily turning pages as if he didn’t notice her presence. Though she knew better, Kel waited, and eventually cleared her throat.
A startled look on his face, Raoul glanced up. “Oh, Kel,” said the bigger man pleasantly. “I didn’t realise you were waiting to get my attention. I was terribly engrossed in this – well, I can’t call it a fine piece of literature, because it isn’t literature and it isn’t fine.”
Kel arched a brow and continued to wait.
“Or perhaps I could interest you in a game of chess?” Raoul offered, setting aside his book with a thud and indicating the table with the chessboard near the window.
“I don’t play chess, but thanks,” Kel responded, and when Raoul looked at her again, she said very pointedly, “Is it necessary to be holing yourself away up here? Are you sulking because your wife is not here to entertain you?”
“I’m doing no such thing!” he blustered, raising his hands as if to ward off the accusation. “I spend plenty of time with others – well, not at dinners, but I practice weaponry with the men, and – ”
“If you’re lonely,” Kel broke in quietly, “then you can just say so.”
