Post by aurorax on Feb 16, 2010 17:38:42 GMT 10
Title: Knowing (Forgotten Princess II)
Rating: PG
Length: 394 words
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Sometimes, you just know. Companion to “In Her Blood”.
When he saw Thayet step forward to kiss the young girl, the diplomat’s daughter, he wondered- there was something strange in her eyes at that moment, something he only noticed because he had studied her for so long. The words she whispered into the child’s ear died upon the wind, and Raoul felt a sudden sense of longing, stronger than any he had ever felt, to know what had been said. As Thayet moved away, he reached down and picked an early daisy from the grass at his feet, walking forward to hand it silently to the young girl. She tucked it behind her ear with a shy smile, refusing to meet his eyes, but tiny hand was steady as she held the reins of her mother’s horse without fear. He looked at her, stubbornly refusing to cry as she left the only home she’d ever known, and he wondered.
Later, he heard Thayet talk of Ilane in a voice that held a note of rapture, remembering the woman’s fierce love and protectiveness of her family. And he suspected.
Then he went to Jon, to tell his King that he would take a squire, the girl. Jon had paused a moment, then agreed, offering no word of warning, not even the urge towards propriety that he had laid on Alanna just hours before. It was as if he somehow knew that Raoul would never dream of touching her, with an unshakeable conviction. It had always surprised him, how much Jon seemed to just know. There was a silence between them for a moment, the air rippling with tension, but no one spoke. Raoul simply left, and he had questioned.
After the battle she was lying on the bed before him, soaked in blood that he could only pray was not her own. Asleep, there was an intriguing blend of sharp and soft in her face, the fullness of her lashes offset by the set of her chin, stubborn through the pain. He looked at her and thought she was beautiful, in a way that most men would never see. And he sat down beside her bed, knowing that he wouldn’t move until she was awake again, so she knew even while delirious that someone was watching over her, someone who loved her and who vowed to protect her. Because in that moment, he knew.
Rating: PG
Length: 394 words
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Sometimes, you just know. Companion to “In Her Blood”.
When he saw Thayet step forward to kiss the young girl, the diplomat’s daughter, he wondered- there was something strange in her eyes at that moment, something he only noticed because he had studied her for so long. The words she whispered into the child’s ear died upon the wind, and Raoul felt a sudden sense of longing, stronger than any he had ever felt, to know what had been said. As Thayet moved away, he reached down and picked an early daisy from the grass at his feet, walking forward to hand it silently to the young girl. She tucked it behind her ear with a shy smile, refusing to meet his eyes, but tiny hand was steady as she held the reins of her mother’s horse without fear. He looked at her, stubbornly refusing to cry as she left the only home she’d ever known, and he wondered.
Later, he heard Thayet talk of Ilane in a voice that held a note of rapture, remembering the woman’s fierce love and protectiveness of her family. And he suspected.
Then he went to Jon, to tell his King that he would take a squire, the girl. Jon had paused a moment, then agreed, offering no word of warning, not even the urge towards propriety that he had laid on Alanna just hours before. It was as if he somehow knew that Raoul would never dream of touching her, with an unshakeable conviction. It had always surprised him, how much Jon seemed to just know. There was a silence between them for a moment, the air rippling with tension, but no one spoke. Raoul simply left, and he had questioned.
After the battle she was lying on the bed before him, soaked in blood that he could only pray was not her own. Asleep, there was an intriguing blend of sharp and soft in her face, the fullness of her lashes offset by the set of her chin, stubborn through the pain. He looked at her and thought she was beautiful, in a way that most men would never see. And he sat down beside her bed, knowing that he wouldn’t move until she was awake again, so she knew even while delirious that someone was watching over her, someone who loved her and who vowed to protect her. Because in that moment, he knew.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!