Post by journeycat on Feb 2, 2010 1:26:48 GMT 10
Title: Addicted
Rating: PG-13
Length: 298 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round: 1/A
Summary: Like any addiction, Wyldon cannot live without her. Inspired by Malorie's Peak Prompt #3 Addiction.
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He just can’t stay away.
He tries; he really does. He avoids New Hope and makes sure she has no reason to be in the same place as he. But it was a lost cause from the very beginning. There is a sudden reassignment, or they are both needed at the same time—something always brings them together, and every time he sees her there is a fire ignited under his skin.
It is more than a meeting of flesh against flesh, and mouth against mouth, for he can get that with Vivenne. It is the meeting of callous against callous, scar against scar, knight against knight. She has been to places that his wife cannot go, and he tastes it on her collarbone, breathes it on her hot gasps.
Wyldon is addicted.
He has shattered his honor, destroyed his integrity. Every time he sees his reflection he has to turn away with tight lips. He does not recognize the face that looks back at him now, heavy with self-deprecation.
It causes problems outside of the bed as well—when they are apart, he finds himself wondering if she is in battle, or already dead. It distracts him. He is preoccupied with his own dishonor, and does not like to speak with his friends as often—he knows that they can see his guilt written on his face. It is not love, it cannot be, because men like him do not fall in love with a woman outside of marriage. But he does not even try to deny that she has become more to him than just a former student, or a good knight, or even a mistress—though he hates that word.
Yes, Keladry is his addiction, and like any addiction, he cannot live without her.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 298 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round: 1/A
Summary: Like any addiction, Wyldon cannot live without her. Inspired by Malorie's Peak Prompt #3 Addiction.
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He just can’t stay away.
He tries; he really does. He avoids New Hope and makes sure she has no reason to be in the same place as he. But it was a lost cause from the very beginning. There is a sudden reassignment, or they are both needed at the same time—something always brings them together, and every time he sees her there is a fire ignited under his skin.
It is more than a meeting of flesh against flesh, and mouth against mouth, for he can get that with Vivenne. It is the meeting of callous against callous, scar against scar, knight against knight. She has been to places that his wife cannot go, and he tastes it on her collarbone, breathes it on her hot gasps.
Wyldon is addicted.
He has shattered his honor, destroyed his integrity. Every time he sees his reflection he has to turn away with tight lips. He does not recognize the face that looks back at him now, heavy with self-deprecation.
It causes problems outside of the bed as well—when they are apart, he finds himself wondering if she is in battle, or already dead. It distracts him. He is preoccupied with his own dishonor, and does not like to speak with his friends as often—he knows that they can see his guilt written on his face. It is not love, it cannot be, because men like him do not fall in love with a woman outside of marriage. But he does not even try to deny that she has become more to him than just a former student, or a good knight, or even a mistress—though he hates that word.
Yes, Keladry is his addiction, and like any addiction, he cannot live without her.