Post by journeycat on Feb 5, 2010 14:16:22 GMT 10
Title: Blessings
Rating: G
Length: 299 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Neal gives his blessing - albeit reluctantly, and with a deadly weapon at the ready.
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“Come on.”
“No.”
“Neal, come on.”
“No.”
“Nealan.”
“No.”
Yukimi gave up. “You’re impossible,” she told him.
“I know.”
She set her hands on her hips and said, “She’s your best friend.”
“But he’s the Stump.”
“She wants your blessing.”
“She needs a head healer.”
“You’re being a terrible friend.”
“I’m a terrible friend? She’s only courting my worst nightmare.”
“He’s a very kind man. You’re just stubborn.”
“I am not—wait, have you met him?”
“Of course. We’ve even danced a couple times.”
Neal looked like he was about to faint. “You’re tainted.”
“This is ridiculous,” she finally said a little too sharply. “You can stay back here like a small child if you like, but I am going to say hello.”
He gaped dumbly after her as she begin to stride purposely away before hurrying after her, just like she knew he would.
“Hello, my lord,” Yuki said politely, bowing Yamani-style.
“Good evening, Lady Yukimi,” Wyldon returned, and at a discreet elbow in his ribs he bowed Yamani-style with as much awkward dignity as he could manage. “How are you?”
“I’m doing lovely,” she said, smiling, and forcefully pulled Neal up beside her.
Wyldon eyed him and said dryly, “Queenscove.”
Neal felt the cold steel of Yuki’s fan pressing against the small of his back and said through gritted teeth, “Sir.”
Wyldon looked at him mildly for a moment. Yuki stepped on his toe.
“You and—you are—I don’t—" He wanted to say something more, something cutting, a joke, but then he met Kel's eyes, and saw her pleading, her hope, and her love. He sighed. "You have lovely hose, sir.”
She looked at him gratefully, although Yuki rolled her eyes. In his own grudging, disapproving, and coerced way, Neal had given his blessing.
Rating: G
Length: 299 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Neal gives his blessing - albeit reluctantly, and with a deadly weapon at the ready.
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“Come on.”
“No.”
“Neal, come on.”
“No.”
“Nealan.”
“No.”
Yukimi gave up. “You’re impossible,” she told him.
“I know.”
She set her hands on her hips and said, “She’s your best friend.”
“But he’s the Stump.”
“She wants your blessing.”
“She needs a head healer.”
“You’re being a terrible friend.”
“I’m a terrible friend? She’s only courting my worst nightmare.”
“He’s a very kind man. You’re just stubborn.”
“I am not—wait, have you met him?”
“Of course. We’ve even danced a couple times.”
Neal looked like he was about to faint. “You’re tainted.”
“This is ridiculous,” she finally said a little too sharply. “You can stay back here like a small child if you like, but I am going to say hello.”
He gaped dumbly after her as she begin to stride purposely away before hurrying after her, just like she knew he would.
“Hello, my lord,” Yuki said politely, bowing Yamani-style.
“Good evening, Lady Yukimi,” Wyldon returned, and at a discreet elbow in his ribs he bowed Yamani-style with as much awkward dignity as he could manage. “How are you?”
“I’m doing lovely,” she said, smiling, and forcefully pulled Neal up beside her.
Wyldon eyed him and said dryly, “Queenscove.”
Neal felt the cold steel of Yuki’s fan pressing against the small of his back and said through gritted teeth, “Sir.”
Wyldon looked at him mildly for a moment. Yuki stepped on his toe.
“You and—you are—I don’t—" He wanted to say something more, something cutting, a joke, but then he met Kel's eyes, and saw her pleading, her hope, and her love. He sighed. "You have lovely hose, sir.”
She looked at him gratefully, although Yuki rolled her eyes. In his own grudging, disapproving, and coerced way, Neal had given his blessing.