Post by journeycat on Oct 6, 2009 0:41:37 GMT 10
Title: Unspoken
Rating: PG
Prompt: #12, Behind Closed Doors
Word Count: 100 each
Summary: The secret lives of four very different people.
Ermelian
Their wedding night left much to be desired.
He took precious care not to hurt her, and she wondered hopefully if maybe they could grow to love each other after all. But then a flash of lightning had lit up his face and she saw that his distant eyes were in another place entirely. She hated him a little, for taking what he did not want.
Nothing had changed since then, except that she understood now. She was prepared when he came to her bed tonight, and was rather proud of herself when she didn’t flinch as he whispered, “Kel.”
Roald I
“You should set me aside,” she half-sobbed, refusing to look at him. On the other side of the closed bedchamber door, someone was weeping. “I am—I cannot do my duty. I fail as a wife.”
Something in him constricted. He hated the raw pain in her voice, the blame that shook her shoulders. No more children, the healer had said sternly. She can’t take another hard pregnancy. He gathered Lianne tenderly in his arms.
“You already gave me a son,” Roald murmured into her hair, “but I would’ve loved you if you didn’t give me any at all.”
Raoul
His big, clumsy hands knocked over the tumbler, and Raoul cursed colorfully. A large dark stain began to spread across the rug. “Damnit,” he slurred. “I’ll—I’ll kill you, ’s what I’ll do.”
There was a tentative knock on the door. “Raoul? Are you okay?”
“Go ’way,” he bellowed, pouring himself another drink. “I’m busy, you obnoxious, you stupid.”
Alan’s—no, Alanna’s footsteps slowly receded.
Should’ve seen it, he thought. Francis, you’d’ve called me seven kinds of idiot. How could I’ve been so damned blind? I could’ve stopped him. Francis, I bet you would’ve seen right through Alex, that traitor.
Vivenne
Vivenne primly ignored her husband as she undressed, although she could see his puzzled expression in the mirror. There was a long silence as she brushed out her long hair with vicious strokes.
Finally, he said, “Viv, are you angry at me?”
She gave him her most aloof, coldest stare, one she had learned from him so many years ago. “What do you think?”
Wyldon’s shoulders slumped. “Don’t tell me you’re on The Girl’s side, too.”
“The Girl has a name,” she snapped, “and it’s Keladry of Mindelan. Perhaps you should sleep elsewhere until you learn to respect us women.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: #12, Behind Closed Doors
Word Count: 100 each
Summary: The secret lives of four very different people.
Ermelian
Their wedding night left much to be desired.
He took precious care not to hurt her, and she wondered hopefully if maybe they could grow to love each other after all. But then a flash of lightning had lit up his face and she saw that his distant eyes were in another place entirely. She hated him a little, for taking what he did not want.
Nothing had changed since then, except that she understood now. She was prepared when he came to her bed tonight, and was rather proud of herself when she didn’t flinch as he whispered, “Kel.”
Roald I
“You should set me aside,” she half-sobbed, refusing to look at him. On the other side of the closed bedchamber door, someone was weeping. “I am—I cannot do my duty. I fail as a wife.”
Something in him constricted. He hated the raw pain in her voice, the blame that shook her shoulders. No more children, the healer had said sternly. She can’t take another hard pregnancy. He gathered Lianne tenderly in his arms.
“You already gave me a son,” Roald murmured into her hair, “but I would’ve loved you if you didn’t give me any at all.”
Raoul
His big, clumsy hands knocked over the tumbler, and Raoul cursed colorfully. A large dark stain began to spread across the rug. “Damnit,” he slurred. “I’ll—I’ll kill you, ’s what I’ll do.”
There was a tentative knock on the door. “Raoul? Are you okay?”
“Go ’way,” he bellowed, pouring himself another drink. “I’m busy, you obnoxious, you stupid.”
Alan’s—no, Alanna’s footsteps slowly receded.
Should’ve seen it, he thought. Francis, you’d’ve called me seven kinds of idiot. How could I’ve been so damned blind? I could’ve stopped him. Francis, I bet you would’ve seen right through Alex, that traitor.
Vivenne
Vivenne primly ignored her husband as she undressed, although she could see his puzzled expression in the mirror. There was a long silence as she brushed out her long hair with vicious strokes.
Finally, he said, “Viv, are you angry at me?”
She gave him her most aloof, coldest stare, one she had learned from him so many years ago. “What do you think?”
Wyldon’s shoulders slumped. “Don’t tell me you’re on The Girl’s side, too.”
“The Girl has a name,” she snapped, “and it’s Keladry of Mindelan. Perhaps you should sleep elsewhere until you learn to respect us women.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!