Post by darkakane on Mar 4, 2010 9:56:22 GMT 10
Title: They Saw - Tramp
Rating: PG
Length: 275
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Domitan see’s what’s going on. He doesn’t like it. 3 of 3
Note: This is kind of hateful, so I hope it doesn’t fall under the new smackdown rule. Let me know.
They thought we couldn’t see what was going on. They thought we didn’t know, I didn’t know. It was hard to miss, for those of us who’d known them for the last three years, it was deliriously hard to miss. I wish it wasn’t. I wish they weren’t so obvious about it. The whispers run rampant through camp, and she is now known as a tramp. I hate them, the ones who made that up.
Her reputation is shot, gone to hell these days, now there is some truth to the rumors. It’s hard to ignore the soft moans at three in the morning, when they think we’re all asleep. The softly flickering light of the moon illuminating her sneaking into his tent and back to her own afterwards.
It’s hard for me to ignore all of this. The special secret looks they send each other during the day is sickening. At least, it’s sickening to me. He’s way too old for her, and he’s breaching his duty as her Knight Master. I’m the first to admit I am jealous.
If I had known… if only I had known! I would have made a move first, but now it’s too late and I must suffer with watching them, whilst trying not to watch them, in their fragile breakable relationship. Once they go back to the capital it will be over. We know this, all of us. Even they seem to know, as time draws nearer for their departure, they become desperate for each other, no longer waiting for the dead of night to quench their desires. I feel sick, and I want to kill him.
Rating: PG
Length: 275
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Domitan see’s what’s going on. He doesn’t like it. 3 of 3
Note: This is kind of hateful, so I hope it doesn’t fall under the new smackdown rule. Let me know.
They thought we couldn’t see what was going on. They thought we didn’t know, I didn’t know. It was hard to miss, for those of us who’d known them for the last three years, it was deliriously hard to miss. I wish it wasn’t. I wish they weren’t so obvious about it. The whispers run rampant through camp, and she is now known as a tramp. I hate them, the ones who made that up.
Her reputation is shot, gone to hell these days, now there is some truth to the rumors. It’s hard to ignore the soft moans at three in the morning, when they think we’re all asleep. The softly flickering light of the moon illuminating her sneaking into his tent and back to her own afterwards.
It’s hard for me to ignore all of this. The special secret looks they send each other during the day is sickening. At least, it’s sickening to me. He’s way too old for her, and he’s breaching his duty as her Knight Master. I’m the first to admit I am jealous.
If I had known… if only I had known! I would have made a move first, but now it’s too late and I must suffer with watching them, whilst trying not to watch them, in their fragile breakable relationship. Once they go back to the capital it will be over. We know this, all of us. Even they seem to know, as time draws nearer for their departure, they become desperate for each other, no longer waiting for the dead of night to quench their desires. I feel sick, and I want to kill him.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!