Post by wordy on Feb 9, 2010 8:12:09 GMT 10
Title: Unrequited
Rating: G
Length: 288
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Faleron waits for her to emerge from the Chamber.
The silence is overwhelming. Faleron wants to tap his foot, or take a breath, but he is too afraid to break the anxious hush that had fallen on the room. As if it would somehow be his fault if she stumbled, light headed and drenched in sweat and failure, from behind the heavy door, or if she didn’t emerge at all.
Across the room, if he turns his head slightly, he can see her parents. Her mother’s lips are tight, tense with worry. It is difficult to tell if her father is holding her mother up, or if it’s the other way around, but the two of them cling together: a column of strength and hope among an engulfing sea of stooping figures and sad faces.
The sound of metal on metal suddenly breaks the silence, and all faces rise, ready to face whatever emerges from the Chamber. Faleron’s thoughts slow until all he can hear is the steady pounding in his ears. The door is opening.
She is pale. Her hand shakes as she reaches out for Lord Raoul, and he steps forward hastily to steady her. Despite being obviously worn down, she manages to straighten her shoulders, and not lean on him too heavily. A sigh of relief seems to sweep over the room, and Faleron can feel his own shoulders loosen in sudden relief.
When she walks past him, their eyes meet. In that moment, he wishes that she knew why he couldn’t have left the chapel during those long hours of waiting. But then she has passed by him and everyone rushes to file out behind her. She is just another knight of the crown, and he is just another face in the crowd.
Rating: G
Length: 288
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Faleron waits for her to emerge from the Chamber.
The silence is overwhelming. Faleron wants to tap his foot, or take a breath, but he is too afraid to break the anxious hush that had fallen on the room. As if it would somehow be his fault if she stumbled, light headed and drenched in sweat and failure, from behind the heavy door, or if she didn’t emerge at all.
Across the room, if he turns his head slightly, he can see her parents. Her mother’s lips are tight, tense with worry. It is difficult to tell if her father is holding her mother up, or if it’s the other way around, but the two of them cling together: a column of strength and hope among an engulfing sea of stooping figures and sad faces.
The sound of metal on metal suddenly breaks the silence, and all faces rise, ready to face whatever emerges from the Chamber. Faleron’s thoughts slow until all he can hear is the steady pounding in his ears. The door is opening.
She is pale. Her hand shakes as she reaches out for Lord Raoul, and he steps forward hastily to steady her. Despite being obviously worn down, she manages to straighten her shoulders, and not lean on him too heavily. A sigh of relief seems to sweep over the room, and Faleron can feel his own shoulders loosen in sudden relief.
When she walks past him, their eyes meet. In that moment, he wishes that she knew why he couldn’t have left the chapel during those long hours of waiting. But then she has passed by him and everyone rushes to file out behind her. She is just another knight of the crown, and he is just another face in the crowd.