Post by max on Feb 13, 2010 10:14:05 GMT 10
Title: Cowardice I
Rating: PG
Length: 319
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Raoul and Kel, over time and stuff. A series, I think.
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The first time he faces a giant alone, it isn’t because he wants to become a legend (or more so) or because he wants to defend the realm at all costs, or because he enjoys the prospect of such violence. In simple terms – he is just too afraid to run.
By the time she becomes his squire he no longer feels any kind of hesitation about meeting entire armies alone (not that he has to, with the Own) but that day in the tilting yard when he sees her eyes fill with relief, a whole new kind of fear rushes through him. So he goes and pays a visit to the only other man in their lifetime who might have an idea of where he goes from there.
Jon looks at him, arms folded, blue eyes filled with firmness, drawing in that Conte stubbornness that he has grown up with all their lives, and says, simply,
‘You can’t let your feelings get in the way of training her.’
‘What feelings?’ he demands, shocked and chagrined, but Jon only raises an eyebrow, and Raoul holds his tongue.
‘If times were different, I would let this rest, but you know what she means for this realm. She can’t… be disgraced.’
As euphemisms go it’s a poor one, but he feels the sting of it even so – the suggestion he would conduct himself in such a manner! But somehow (because of the light; the King standing in the window, silhouetted and impossible to see) he can’t meet Jon’s eyes when he says ‘I would never dishonour her.’
For all that she is so tall, so competent, so steady and serene and a million times more mature than any of they were, at her age, she is still a child, he wants to add, but he already knows what Jon’s answer (rich with rebuke and caution) would be.
She will not always be.
Rating: PG
Length: 319
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Raoul and Kel, over time and stuff. A series, I think.
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The first time he faces a giant alone, it isn’t because he wants to become a legend (or more so) or because he wants to defend the realm at all costs, or because he enjoys the prospect of such violence. In simple terms – he is just too afraid to run.
By the time she becomes his squire he no longer feels any kind of hesitation about meeting entire armies alone (not that he has to, with the Own) but that day in the tilting yard when he sees her eyes fill with relief, a whole new kind of fear rushes through him. So he goes and pays a visit to the only other man in their lifetime who might have an idea of where he goes from there.
Jon looks at him, arms folded, blue eyes filled with firmness, drawing in that Conte stubbornness that he has grown up with all their lives, and says, simply,
‘You can’t let your feelings get in the way of training her.’
‘What feelings?’ he demands, shocked and chagrined, but Jon only raises an eyebrow, and Raoul holds his tongue.
‘If times were different, I would let this rest, but you know what she means for this realm. She can’t… be disgraced.’
As euphemisms go it’s a poor one, but he feels the sting of it even so – the suggestion he would conduct himself in such a manner! But somehow (because of the light; the King standing in the window, silhouetted and impossible to see) he can’t meet Jon’s eyes when he says ‘I would never dishonour her.’
For all that she is so tall, so competent, so steady and serene and a million times more mature than any of they were, at her age, she is still a child, he wants to add, but he already knows what Jon’s answer (rich with rebuke and caution) would be.
She will not always be.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!