Post by Minuit on Feb 1, 2010 10:15:08 GMT 10
Title: Not Jealous
Rating: G
Length: 370 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Wyldon is just doing the honourable thing - as he always does. He is not in the least bit jealous.
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This is wrong. This is very wrong. He knew that. Yet he couldn’t stop. He felt sure the gods themselves were going to come and strike him down for thinking such dishonourable thoughts. For shame, old man, he tried to scold himself, not only were you her training master, you are now her commanding officer. It isn’t proper for you to be admiring her figure instead of her form and technique when she’s practicing. It isn’t honourable in the least for you to want to kiss her all the time. It’s even worse that you actually kissed her last Midwinter.
Sighing, Wyldon stopped scowling into the mirror and strode to the balcony instead. This was pointless. He was stronger than this. He could – and would – stay away from Keladry. He is not going to let his passions rule him like a lust crazed squire. He will do the honourable thing, as always. Looking down over the gardens, he told himself to forget the formidable Lady Knight – it was for her own good too. She didn’t need people to notice the way he stared at her all the time, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. People would begin to talk. Neither of them needed that.
As he glanced over to his left, he spotted a couple entering the garden, still twirling and dancing to the faint music he could hear from the ballroom. Of course it had to be Kel – all dressed up for the party. He leaned further out over the balcony to try and determine who she was with – who had his hands all over her waist, drawing her closer. Queenscove. It had to be that wise-cracking trouble-making Queenscove. What was he doing with his hands all over Kel instead of his wife? He knew there was a reason he never warmed to the boy – if this is how he treated ladies. Hearing Kel laugh – a lovely sound he rarely heard when he was with her – Wyldon’s hands began to twitch. Telling himself the tightness in his chest was just an old injury, not jealousy in the least, he strode out of the balcony, intending to give that Queenscove a piece of his mind.
Rating: G
Length: 370 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Wyldon is just doing the honourable thing - as he always does. He is not in the least bit jealous.
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This is wrong. This is very wrong. He knew that. Yet he couldn’t stop. He felt sure the gods themselves were going to come and strike him down for thinking such dishonourable thoughts. For shame, old man, he tried to scold himself, not only were you her training master, you are now her commanding officer. It isn’t proper for you to be admiring her figure instead of her form and technique when she’s practicing. It isn’t honourable in the least for you to want to kiss her all the time. It’s even worse that you actually kissed her last Midwinter.
Sighing, Wyldon stopped scowling into the mirror and strode to the balcony instead. This was pointless. He was stronger than this. He could – and would – stay away from Keladry. He is not going to let his passions rule him like a lust crazed squire. He will do the honourable thing, as always. Looking down over the gardens, he told himself to forget the formidable Lady Knight – it was for her own good too. She didn’t need people to notice the way he stared at her all the time, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. People would begin to talk. Neither of them needed that.
As he glanced over to his left, he spotted a couple entering the garden, still twirling and dancing to the faint music he could hear from the ballroom. Of course it had to be Kel – all dressed up for the party. He leaned further out over the balcony to try and determine who she was with – who had his hands all over her waist, drawing her closer. Queenscove. It had to be that wise-cracking trouble-making Queenscove. What was he doing with his hands all over Kel instead of his wife? He knew there was a reason he never warmed to the boy – if this is how he treated ladies. Hearing Kel laugh – a lovely sound he rarely heard when he was with her – Wyldon’s hands began to twitch. Telling himself the tightness in his chest was just an old injury, not jealousy in the least, he strode out of the balcony, intending to give that Queenscove a piece of his mind.