Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 2, 2010 10:33:47 GMT 10
Title: Wasted
Rating: PG
Length: about 250 words
Competitor: Wyldon of Cavall
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: AU in which Kel's mission in Scanra turned out the same, but everything before was a little different.
Note: I wrote a Kel/Uline fic in this AU, too. It doesn't seem like a happy place.
From the last boat, Kel watched her former training master. She could see the moment he noticed the shape of her breasts against the borrowed tunic. His surprised gaze flicked to her face – cheeks still smooth after days of rough travel – then back to her chest, then to her eyes. He took in her expression: neither anger nor shame, just resignation, tempered by defiance.
Kel hardly knew how she climbed out of the boat; she was scarcely aware when Lord Wyldon pardoned her friends and sent them on their way. She kept her emotions locked away, face carefully blank, until she and Wyldon were alone.
Wyldon glanced from Kel to the group of children who were slowly moving away. “Do all those people know?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Your secret's out, then. What will you do now?”
Kel gulped. “End up on Traitor's Hill, I imagine.” His disappointment was almost as painful as knowing she faced execution.
“I'll argue against it,” he said gravely. “But there will have to be some punishment for making a mockery of Knighthood like this. Perhaps confinement to a convent, or to the grounds of the Temple of the Great Mother.
She didn't know whether to be hopeful or terrified. “I understand, my lord.”
He gripped her shoulders. “What a waste,” he said sadly. His lips brushed her forehead in a kiss that was at once benediction and condemnation. His hands were shaking.
Rating: PG
Length: about 250 words
Competitor: Wyldon of Cavall
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: AU in which Kel's mission in Scanra turned out the same, but everything before was a little different.
Note: I wrote a Kel/Uline fic in this AU, too. It doesn't seem like a happy place.
From the last boat, Kel watched her former training master. She could see the moment he noticed the shape of her breasts against the borrowed tunic. His surprised gaze flicked to her face – cheeks still smooth after days of rough travel – then back to her chest, then to her eyes. He took in her expression: neither anger nor shame, just resignation, tempered by defiance.
Kel hardly knew how she climbed out of the boat; she was scarcely aware when Lord Wyldon pardoned her friends and sent them on their way. She kept her emotions locked away, face carefully blank, until she and Wyldon were alone.
Wyldon glanced from Kel to the group of children who were slowly moving away. “Do all those people know?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Your secret's out, then. What will you do now?”
Kel gulped. “End up on Traitor's Hill, I imagine.” His disappointment was almost as painful as knowing she faced execution.
“I'll argue against it,” he said gravely. “But there will have to be some punishment for making a mockery of Knighthood like this. Perhaps confinement to a convent, or to the grounds of the Temple of the Great Mother.
She didn't know whether to be hopeful or terrified. “I understand, my lord.”
He gripped her shoulders. “What a waste,” he said sadly. His lips brushed her forehead in a kiss that was at once benediction and condemnation. His hands were shaking.