Post by jazzyjess on Feb 17, 2010 16:15:02 GMT 10
Title: Priorities
Rating: G
Length: 315
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: A father must protect his daughter’s virtue... even an honorary one.
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“Have you ever thought about... babies?”
Startled, Raoul jerked his head up from the sheets of inventory on his travel desk. “What did you just say?”
“Babies. What do you think? I mean, have you ever thought about having one?”
Domitan of Masbolle, sergeant in Raoul’s company of the Own and possibly his favourite recruit, walked further into the tent at the commander’s gesture and straddled a stool on the other side of the desk. There was a frown on his face that set Raoul to wondering and made him cap his inkpot and set aside his pen.
“Well, Dom, I think it’s a little impossible in a physical sense – ” The desired effect of an eyeroll was achieved “ – but I think I’d like to know why you’re suddenly so curious. Did one of your flowers miraculously start seeding?”
Raoul raised an eyebrow when Dom flushed from his ears right down his neck. “And who, may I ask, is the lovely buttercup? Is it someone I know? Is that why you are seeking advice from me and not one of your friends?”
“As if that even justifies an answer,” muttered Dom in response. Both Raoul’s eyebrows went up.
“Oh?”
“Curse it, sir! You know very well who it is!”
With a benign smile, Raoul leaned back and linked his fingers behind his head. “You’re right. I do know who it is. And I think you know just where this conversation is leading. What with her father busy with his Mindelan affairs, someone needs to put you in your place.”
Not for the first time, Dom wished that Baron Piers could be around for talks like this. He’d much rather take his chances with Kel’s real father than with the man who was her honorary one – like any sane man in the world, Dom certainly feared a father’s wrath less than the Knight-Commander’s lance.
Rating: G
Length: 315
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: A father must protect his daughter’s virtue... even an honorary one.
-
“Have you ever thought about... babies?”
Startled, Raoul jerked his head up from the sheets of inventory on his travel desk. “What did you just say?”
“Babies. What do you think? I mean, have you ever thought about having one?”
Domitan of Masbolle, sergeant in Raoul’s company of the Own and possibly his favourite recruit, walked further into the tent at the commander’s gesture and straddled a stool on the other side of the desk. There was a frown on his face that set Raoul to wondering and made him cap his inkpot and set aside his pen.
“Well, Dom, I think it’s a little impossible in a physical sense – ” The desired effect of an eyeroll was achieved “ – but I think I’d like to know why you’re suddenly so curious. Did one of your flowers miraculously start seeding?”
Raoul raised an eyebrow when Dom flushed from his ears right down his neck. “And who, may I ask, is the lovely buttercup? Is it someone I know? Is that why you are seeking advice from me and not one of your friends?”
“As if that even justifies an answer,” muttered Dom in response. Both Raoul’s eyebrows went up.
“Oh?”
“Curse it, sir! You know very well who it is!”
With a benign smile, Raoul leaned back and linked his fingers behind his head. “You’re right. I do know who it is. And I think you know just where this conversation is leading. What with her father busy with his Mindelan affairs, someone needs to put you in your place.”
Not for the first time, Dom wished that Baron Piers could be around for talks like this. He’d much rather take his chances with Kel’s real father than with the man who was her honorary one – like any sane man in the world, Dom certainly feared a father’s wrath less than the Knight-Commander’s lance.
