Post by Kit on Feb 11, 2010 18:51:41 GMT 10
Title: Treasure
Rating: PG
Length: 300
Competitor: Yuki
Round: 1/G
Summary: Eastern dinners can be intolerably long, but only if one shows no initiative.
Neal was flushed, elbows on the table, body curved forward in a lanky quote around the words that spilled from him, filling the air with laughter and noise and sharp interjections from his dinner partner. His hands clenched; his former Knight Master leaned forward far enough for her forehead to bump his nose. Plates clattered between their bodies, trapped too close for servants to dislodge. Baird, on Alanna's left, smiled and shifted and lent the occasional remark, shouted down by both and truly heard by neither. George, opposite, merely smiled.
Yukimi smiled, and sipped her tea. Even if the whole room had stared at her--which, after these few years, happened less often now, so long as her makeup was slight--they would not have been able to see in her face or posture any trace of the hand on her thigh.
"I treasure him, but he is thoughtless."
Yuki shifted just enough for the hand to slide more easily against the heavy fabric of her kimono. Small, snicking noises filled her ears--callus catching on silk--along with the direct words of her friend, turned soft and slightly strange in her own tongue. Treasure. So much weight on the word. She spoke behind her cup.
"Some women pray for a thoughtless husband."
"You should tell him. You know he has no idea, and he'd try--"
Yuki sipped her tea, let her free hand cover the larger, warm one beneath the table.
"--I like things, Kel, just the way they are."
Silence, and shifting, and smiles through faint sound and touch.
Rating: PG
Length: 300
Competitor: Yuki
Round: 1/G
Summary: Eastern dinners can be intolerably long, but only if one shows no initiative.
Neal was flushed, elbows on the table, body curved forward in a lanky quote around the words that spilled from him, filling the air with laughter and noise and sharp interjections from his dinner partner. His hands clenched; his former Knight Master leaned forward far enough for her forehead to bump his nose. Plates clattered between their bodies, trapped too close for servants to dislodge. Baird, on Alanna's left, smiled and shifted and lent the occasional remark, shouted down by both and truly heard by neither. George, opposite, merely smiled.
Yukimi smiled, and sipped her tea. Even if the whole room had stared at her--which, after these few years, happened less often now, so long as her makeup was slight--they would not have been able to see in her face or posture any trace of the hand on her thigh.
"I treasure him, but he is thoughtless."
Yuki shifted just enough for the hand to slide more easily against the heavy fabric of her kimono. Small, snicking noises filled her ears--callus catching on silk--along with the direct words of her friend, turned soft and slightly strange in her own tongue. Treasure. So much weight on the word. She spoke behind her cup.
"Some women pray for a thoughtless husband."
"You should tell him. You know he has no idea, and he'd try--"
Yuki sipped her tea, let her free hand cover the larger, warm one beneath the table.
"--I like things, Kel, just the way they are."
Silence, and shifting, and smiles through faint sound and touch.