Post by Katty on Feb 5, 2010 20:13:28 GMT 10
Title: Confrontation
Rating: G
Length: 208
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Owen stands up for Kel
Dom rounded a corner, engrossed in the page he was reading. He held the page close to his face - he told himself it was because the light was dim and he could hardly read it, but really, he knew it was because underneath the smell of wax and the leather of the messenger’s bag, there was a hint of her. He was so absorbed in the letter that he rounded a corner and- “Oof.”
Dom took a step back, jolted out of his trance. He squinted to see the face of the body he’d run in to. Wyldon’s squire - Owen of Jesslaw, Dom recalled – stood there, glaring at him.
“Apologies, squire.” Dom grinned at the younger man, to show there were no hard feelings.
The Squire continued to glare silently.
An awkward silence followed. Dom furrowed his brow, concerned for the boy. He’d heard nothing about there being anything wrong with him. Of course, gossip wasn’t always correct, and more than four years under the supervision of Wyldon was almost certain to stunt someone’s growth, but surely Kel would have mentioned-
“Sergeant Domitan” Owen finally greeted him stiffy. “I was hoping to have a word to you.”
Dom surveyed him coolly. “I can give you a moment, squire.”
“Good.” Owen nodded. “You’re courting Kel. Which is fine, but also-”
“None of your business.” interjected Dom, annoyed.
Owen narrowed his eyebrows. “Kel is my friend, Sergeant. You seem decent enough– and I know Kel likes you – but if you’re dishonourable to her, I will challenge you to a duel.” He glared at the Sergeant, trying to be as intimidating as possible.
Dom rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to get in line behind my cousin, Lord Raoul, the Prince, King’s Reach, Kennan, and uh- oh, the rest of the Third Company.” As an afterthought, he added, “and probably all her refugees.”
Owen looked surprised. “Oh.” Perhaps he wasn’t the only one concerned with Kel’s honour.
Dom nodded to him. “Good night, squire.”
Rating: G
Length: 208
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Owen stands up for Kel
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Dom rounded a corner, engrossed in the page he was reading. He held the page close to his face - he told himself it was because the light was dim and he could hardly read it, but really, he knew it was because underneath the smell of wax and the leather of the messenger’s bag, there was a hint of her. He was so absorbed in the letter that he rounded a corner and- “Oof.”
Dom took a step back, jolted out of his trance. He squinted to see the face of the body he’d run in to. Wyldon’s squire - Owen of Jesslaw, Dom recalled – stood there, glaring at him.
“Apologies, squire.” Dom grinned at the younger man, to show there were no hard feelings.
The Squire continued to glare silently.
An awkward silence followed. Dom furrowed his brow, concerned for the boy. He’d heard nothing about there being anything wrong with him. Of course, gossip wasn’t always correct, and more than four years under the supervision of Wyldon was almost certain to stunt someone’s growth, but surely Kel would have mentioned-
“Sergeant Domitan” Owen finally greeted him stiffy. “I was hoping to have a word to you.”
Dom surveyed him coolly. “I can give you a moment, squire.”
“Good.” Owen nodded. “You’re courting Kel. Which is fine, but also-”
“None of your business.” interjected Dom, annoyed.
Owen narrowed his eyebrows. “Kel is my friend, Sergeant. You seem decent enough– and I know Kel likes you – but if you’re dishonourable to her, I will challenge you to a duel.” He glared at the Sergeant, trying to be as intimidating as possible.
Dom rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to get in line behind my cousin, Lord Raoul, the Prince, King’s Reach, Kennan, and uh- oh, the rest of the Third Company.” As an afterthought, he added, “and probably all her refugees.”
Owen looked surprised. “Oh.” Perhaps he wasn’t the only one concerned with Kel’s honour.
Dom nodded to him. “Good night, squire.”