Post by emberrose on Mar 6, 2010 19:27:34 GMT 10
Title: With Who
Rating: PG
Length: 257
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Some short-lived relief for our favorite Giantkiller. I suggest reading With Me and With Him first.
The walk to the infirmary was longer than Raoul remembered.
Perhaps it was due to the visions of Kel with Wyldon crossing themselves with those of Kel and himself in his mind.
There were many times when he’d had to stop and pound his head against the stone walls to clear the resulting—and highly disturbing—images from his head.
Of course, the worst moment of his trip was running into Lord Wyldon only a few turns away from his destination.
He could feel his face go deathly pale and then flush deeply almost simultaneously.
The Lord of Cavall had given him a strange look and asked him a question he never heard because he’d become too busy continuing his rushed journey.
Relief was too mild a term for what he had then felt as he slumped into the closest cot to the door.
The Duke was no where to be seen, so he just lay there, resisting the urge to close his eyes as he waited for Baird.
There was a clatter in the direction of one of the infirmary’s store closets, followed closely by a low laugh Raoul would bet several gold nobles belonged to Duke Baird.
He propped himself up on his forearms and turned to look at the closet door curiously.
Then he heard her voice respond.
And this time he knew it wasn’t a dream.
He ran faster then he ever had in his life to the stables for the Own, they were leaving and he didn’t give a damn what Jon might say.
Rating: PG
Length: 257
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Some short-lived relief for our favorite Giantkiller. I suggest reading With Me and With Him first.
The walk to the infirmary was longer than Raoul remembered.
Perhaps it was due to the visions of Kel with Wyldon crossing themselves with those of Kel and himself in his mind.
There were many times when he’d had to stop and pound his head against the stone walls to clear the resulting—and highly disturbing—images from his head.
Of course, the worst moment of his trip was running into Lord Wyldon only a few turns away from his destination.
He could feel his face go deathly pale and then flush deeply almost simultaneously.
The Lord of Cavall had given him a strange look and asked him a question he never heard because he’d become too busy continuing his rushed journey.
Relief was too mild a term for what he had then felt as he slumped into the closest cot to the door.
The Duke was no where to be seen, so he just lay there, resisting the urge to close his eyes as he waited for Baird.
There was a clatter in the direction of one of the infirmary’s store closets, followed closely by a low laugh Raoul would bet several gold nobles belonged to Duke Baird.
He propped himself up on his forearms and turned to look at the closet door curiously.
Then he heard her voice respond.
And this time he knew it wasn’t a dream.
He ran faster then he ever had in his life to the stables for the Own, they were leaving and he didn’t give a damn what Jon might say.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!