Post by Rachy on Feb 5, 2010 10:13:17 GMT 10
Title: The Graduate
Ratings: M
Length: 987 words
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Crack.The Graduate/Mrs Robinson, Tortallified. jazzyjess had a ‘Rumour Has It’ titled fic, which made me think of the movie, which led to this. (And if Wyldon sounds senile, it wasn’t my intention )
It began simply. She had attended a Court ball, and met Lord Wyldon. Wyldon of Cavall. He was handsome, dashing in a distinguished gentleman sort of way, and had daughters her age. That didn’t quite deny the connection she felt with him. They’d discussed many things, his work as the training master of the pages, her work with the King’s Own, until he decided to retire early. She thought nothing of escorting him to his rooms with his wife. He invited her to his chambers for a drink. She accepted. It was lightly spiced apple juice, and tasted divine. The taste soured when she heard his proposition. He wasn’t getting any younger, and neither was his wife. She bluntly told him that she was not about to enter into an affair with a married man, and left.
-
Kel tossed, asleep, in her bed. Ever since Wyldon had propositioned her, she’d found herself unable to stop thinking about it. About him. His stern face and kind eyes. Her fingers, delicately tracing the scar he’d obtained while fighting for his life. His voice, murmuring her name. Her feet padded along the cold stone, and unthinkingly she found herself at his door. She knocked softly, and the echoing sound seemed to seal her fate. He opened the door, surprise on his face, before pulling her inside the room, and bringing her mouth to his.
And it continued.
-
She had been having an affair with Wyldon for two months, and had become ‘closer’ to his family at that time. His wife was delighted with Wyldon’s new found friendship, and she found herself often invited to dinner. It was at one such dinner that she found herself involved in a conversation with Owen, one of Wyldon’s son in law, about a friend of his. Vivienne spoke most indulgently of him, and thoroughly suggested that Kel should go to dinner with this Domitan of Masbolle when he arrived in Corus. Wyldon, in his study later that night, icily told her that under no circumstances was she to date this Masbolle. Vivienne prevailed, and her wish was granted.
-
She did try, to make this date difficult and uncomfortable. She invited him to go jousting with her, and in her annoyance and determination to not like this man, sent him flying from the saddle in several clutters of dented armour. She did have the pleasure of admiring his form as he angrily yanked off his chain mail and dumped it at her feet, and the anger and disappointment in his bright blue eyes struck a cord, which led her to his door, with a jar of bruise balm and some oils. She did feel the upwelling of guilt after thumping him uselessly from the saddle to take out her own resentment, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to start anything with him. What she had with Wyldon was enough, she had thought, despite their problems, and despite the sight of Dom, answering his door in a thin shirt which showed his younger age and stronger physique, until his lips closed solidly over hers, and her memory forgot everything.
-
Wyldon was not pleased, to say the least. He was madder than she would have thought possible, but when she considered that Wyldon still had a wife and children, her guilt began to fade. Until Wyldon, with an attitude like a bear with a thorn in it’s paw, told her if she didn’t tell Dom, he would.
-
“I’ve got something to tell you.” He nodded, and smiled encouragingly at her.
“I’ve been having an affair with Lord Wyldon for the past six months.”
She watched from the bed as he strode away, before he turned, his expression furious.
“I don’t ever want to see you again.” He spat, slamming the door behind him.
Her sobs echoed the sound.
-
It was at another Court ball, icily ignoring Lord Wyldon and trying hard to not focus her eyes on Dom and how fine he looked out of his normal clothes, that she heard the announcement. Dom’s uncle, Duke Baird, stood at the table, and informed the King and Queen of his nephew’s intention to marry Doanna of Fenrigh within the next week. In the chorus of cheering that followed, Kel’s fingers slipped from the wineglass, and she stared blankly at the broken pieces, sparkling against the bloodred wine. Vivienne finds her there.
“My husband told me of your affair. It was a mistake. It would a bigger mistake if you were to stop this marriage between Domitan and Doanna. You would have no justification. THe houses of Fenrigh and Cavall also have a significant influence with the conservatives. And therefore with the King.”
-
Kel wasn't surprised when she was sent on a patrol to the Bazhir tribes. She was surprised when Neal told her Merric was taking her place, and they were riding to Masbolle.
-
She left Neal with her horse, and sprinted anxiously to the chapel.
"In the name of the Goddess, I pledge thee".
"Dom. Dom. DOM." She yelled, banging on the door. It opened, and Wyldon and Vivienne stepped out.
"You're making a mistake, Keladry."
"You're making a bigger one. If you were so satisfied with your marriage, you wouldn't need to have an affair. Do you really dislike Dom enough to wish an unhappy marriage on him?"
Wyldon shared a glance with Vivienne, and that was all she needed. She laid a kick on Wyldon, who, off balance, fell, and dodged Vivienne, who ran to her fallen husband.
"Dom."
"Kel." She held out her hand, and he walked back down the aisle towards her.
"Neal?" Holding Dom's hand tightly in hers, she waited for Neal to return with her horse, and Dom's on a lead rein.
"Where are you going to go?" Neal asked, grinning.
"Anywhere we want." Dom replied, grinning back. Kel grinned in reply.
Ratings: M
Length: 987 words
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Crack.The Graduate/Mrs Robinson, Tortallified. jazzyjess had a ‘Rumour Has It’ titled fic, which made me think of the movie, which led to this. (And if Wyldon sounds senile, it wasn’t my intention )
It began simply. She had attended a Court ball, and met Lord Wyldon. Wyldon of Cavall. He was handsome, dashing in a distinguished gentleman sort of way, and had daughters her age. That didn’t quite deny the connection she felt with him. They’d discussed many things, his work as the training master of the pages, her work with the King’s Own, until he decided to retire early. She thought nothing of escorting him to his rooms with his wife. He invited her to his chambers for a drink. She accepted. It was lightly spiced apple juice, and tasted divine. The taste soured when she heard his proposition. He wasn’t getting any younger, and neither was his wife. She bluntly told him that she was not about to enter into an affair with a married man, and left.
-
Kel tossed, asleep, in her bed. Ever since Wyldon had propositioned her, she’d found herself unable to stop thinking about it. About him. His stern face and kind eyes. Her fingers, delicately tracing the scar he’d obtained while fighting for his life. His voice, murmuring her name. Her feet padded along the cold stone, and unthinkingly she found herself at his door. She knocked softly, and the echoing sound seemed to seal her fate. He opened the door, surprise on his face, before pulling her inside the room, and bringing her mouth to his.
And it continued.
-
She had been having an affair with Wyldon for two months, and had become ‘closer’ to his family at that time. His wife was delighted with Wyldon’s new found friendship, and she found herself often invited to dinner. It was at one such dinner that she found herself involved in a conversation with Owen, one of Wyldon’s son in law, about a friend of his. Vivienne spoke most indulgently of him, and thoroughly suggested that Kel should go to dinner with this Domitan of Masbolle when he arrived in Corus. Wyldon, in his study later that night, icily told her that under no circumstances was she to date this Masbolle. Vivienne prevailed, and her wish was granted.
-
She did try, to make this date difficult and uncomfortable. She invited him to go jousting with her, and in her annoyance and determination to not like this man, sent him flying from the saddle in several clutters of dented armour. She did have the pleasure of admiring his form as he angrily yanked off his chain mail and dumped it at her feet, and the anger and disappointment in his bright blue eyes struck a cord, which led her to his door, with a jar of bruise balm and some oils. She did feel the upwelling of guilt after thumping him uselessly from the saddle to take out her own resentment, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to start anything with him. What she had with Wyldon was enough, she had thought, despite their problems, and despite the sight of Dom, answering his door in a thin shirt which showed his younger age and stronger physique, until his lips closed solidly over hers, and her memory forgot everything.
-
Wyldon was not pleased, to say the least. He was madder than she would have thought possible, but when she considered that Wyldon still had a wife and children, her guilt began to fade. Until Wyldon, with an attitude like a bear with a thorn in it’s paw, told her if she didn’t tell Dom, he would.
-
“I’ve got something to tell you.” He nodded, and smiled encouragingly at her.
“I’ve been having an affair with Lord Wyldon for the past six months.”
She watched from the bed as he strode away, before he turned, his expression furious.
“I don’t ever want to see you again.” He spat, slamming the door behind him.
Her sobs echoed the sound.
-
It was at another Court ball, icily ignoring Lord Wyldon and trying hard to not focus her eyes on Dom and how fine he looked out of his normal clothes, that she heard the announcement. Dom’s uncle, Duke Baird, stood at the table, and informed the King and Queen of his nephew’s intention to marry Doanna of Fenrigh within the next week. In the chorus of cheering that followed, Kel’s fingers slipped from the wineglass, and she stared blankly at the broken pieces, sparkling against the bloodred wine. Vivienne finds her there.
“My husband told me of your affair. It was a mistake. It would a bigger mistake if you were to stop this marriage between Domitan and Doanna. You would have no justification. THe houses of Fenrigh and Cavall also have a significant influence with the conservatives. And therefore with the King.”
-
Kel wasn't surprised when she was sent on a patrol to the Bazhir tribes. She was surprised when Neal told her Merric was taking her place, and they were riding to Masbolle.
-
She left Neal with her horse, and sprinted anxiously to the chapel.
"In the name of the Goddess, I pledge thee".
"Dom. Dom. DOM." She yelled, banging on the door. It opened, and Wyldon and Vivienne stepped out.
"You're making a mistake, Keladry."
"You're making a bigger one. If you were so satisfied with your marriage, you wouldn't need to have an affair. Do you really dislike Dom enough to wish an unhappy marriage on him?"
Wyldon shared a glance with Vivienne, and that was all she needed. She laid a kick on Wyldon, who, off balance, fell, and dodged Vivienne, who ran to her fallen husband.
"Dom."
"Kel." She held out her hand, and he walked back down the aisle towards her.
"Neal?" Holding Dom's hand tightly in hers, she waited for Neal to return with her horse, and Dom's on a lead rein.
"Where are you going to go?" Neal asked, grinning.
"Anywhere we want." Dom replied, grinning back. Kel grinned in reply.