Post by Kit on Mar 4, 2010 14:02:04 GMT 10
Title: King's Champion (2): Diplomacy
Rating: PG
Length: 220
Round: 2/D
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: Thayet has always given calm
“I don’t know why you’re so upset about this.”
Thayet shifted to face him, hands still working steadily to unsnarl the heavy mess of her hair. “Actually, I do. But it doesn’t give you any credit.”
Her husband sighed. “What does?”
His smile slid under hers, and it was almost difficult to be exasperated.
“Less self pity?”
He laid his hand warmly on Thayet’s shoulder, easing out a knot in the muscle that had the Queen close her eyes. “They’re grown women, Jon.”
“Wom—“
“Grown women, Jon.”
The King sighed. “Truly? The King’s Champion, and the one Knight of the Realm less afraid to point out my flaws then she is?”
Thayet sighed. “Keladry not liking you is not a punishable offence.”
“I never said it was.”
She kissed him, soft. Just once. “My dear.”
“I don’t know how George—“
“—George is not the point here.”
Jon shifted, sliding his hands under Thayet’s dark curls and slowly, gently, easing tangled. “They’re married. He should be, surely?”
“Jonathan.”
“My lady?”
He felt the tension as she moved, the lighter lines of her neck as she faced him, her hair still straining in his hand. “If you think Alanna won’t still love you now, then you need to stop. Because you, on this one thing, are wrong.”
Rating: PG
Length: 220
Round: 2/D
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: Thayet has always given calm
“I don’t know why you’re so upset about this.”
Thayet shifted to face him, hands still working steadily to unsnarl the heavy mess of her hair. “Actually, I do. But it doesn’t give you any credit.”
Her husband sighed. “What does?”
His smile slid under hers, and it was almost difficult to be exasperated.
“Less self pity?”
He laid his hand warmly on Thayet’s shoulder, easing out a knot in the muscle that had the Queen close her eyes. “They’re grown women, Jon.”
“Wom—“
“Grown women, Jon.”
The King sighed. “Truly? The King’s Champion, and the one Knight of the Realm less afraid to point out my flaws then she is?”
Thayet sighed. “Keladry not liking you is not a punishable offence.”
“I never said it was.”
She kissed him, soft. Just once. “My dear.”
“I don’t know how George—“
“—George is not the point here.”
Jon shifted, sliding his hands under Thayet’s dark curls and slowly, gently, easing tangled. “They’re married. He should be, surely?”
“Jonathan.”
“My lady?”
He felt the tension as she moved, the lighter lines of her neck as she faced him, her hair still straining in his hand. “If you think Alanna won’t still love you now, then you need to stop. Because you, on this one thing, are wrong.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!