Post by EymberFyire on Mar 7, 2010 11:27:44 GMT 10
Title: Of Crows and Champions
Rating: PG
Length: 577
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 2/D
Summary: Aly discovers that many things change after five years.
It is only a matter of time, Kel knows, before she will come. She sits at her desk in the lavish suite the young ruler of the Copper Isles has assigned to her. Outside in the hall, the low murmur of voices reminds her that the rest of the delegation is not yet abed. The night air is humid and thick with new scents and the howls of animals in the jungle. Kel writes at her desk, waiting. There is a scratch at her window. She walks to it.
“Not going to give me a hand, Lady Knight?” Aly says dryly from where she is clinging to the window-frame over a three-story drop.
Kel regards her for a moment, her lips pursed. “There was a time that you would have been in my rooms with a hand up my shirt before I realized you had arrived. You’re out of practice after hatching your brood.”
Aly glares at her, but is in no position to cuff her. “Oh, do shut up, and remember your manners, Kel.”
“Manners?” She asks, amusement plain on her face. “I’m not the Spymaster that’s clinging to a foreign Knight’s window frame. It could be an assassination attempt. I should push you off and say it was self defense.” Her voice is dry as the Carthaki winds, but she leans over and pulls Aly up one-handed anyway, depositing the smaller woman in front of her.
They stand like that for a moment, too-close and both breathless. Kel studies Aly’s face, faint lines visible for the first time around her eyes and mouth. Her nose has broken at some point, but it compliments her roguish charm. Aly was never a beautiful girl – she had too much of her mother in her to be lovely – but the personality from both her parents gives her an irresistible allure.
Long fingers trace the side of Kel’s face, breaking her revere. They stroke the bridge of her nose and come to rest on her lips. She closes her eyes, her arm still around Aly, and breathes in the familiar scent of sandalwood and cinnamon.
“My mother, Kel?” The voice is quiet, hurt, and a little bit mournful. It is also filled with an unholy glee that reminds Kel of another Spymaster she knows.
“A crow, Aly?” She opens her eyes to meet a glance so direct and familiar that she can’t help but smile. She has always had a soft spot for beautiful eyes.
“My mother, Kel?” The gaze is now most assuredly amused. Kel scowls.
“A crow, Aly!”
Aly smiles wickedly, and Kel remembers a time when all she could feel, or see, or think of was the woman in front of her. Her knees weaken a little and she finds herself holding the familiar body against her own, Aly’s arms around her neck. She is frozen as the smaller woman moves forward, slowly, and closes her eyes.
“Your husband?”
“Nawat knows I don’t hold well with monogamy.” She can feel Aly’s lips flutter against her own, can feel her breath warm against her skin. Kel opens her eyes, her whole body trembling, then steps back.
“You know your mother does.” Reluctantly, she lets her go.
Aly’s brows snap together. “Then she’s a hypocrite!”
Kel inclines her head. “Perhaps. But one that makes me happy.”
Aly sighs, suddenly looking worn. Kel offers her a chair. They sit. Then, “Why don’t you tell me about the last five years?”
Rating: PG
Length: 577
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 2/D
Summary: Aly discovers that many things change after five years.
It is only a matter of time, Kel knows, before she will come. She sits at her desk in the lavish suite the young ruler of the Copper Isles has assigned to her. Outside in the hall, the low murmur of voices reminds her that the rest of the delegation is not yet abed. The night air is humid and thick with new scents and the howls of animals in the jungle. Kel writes at her desk, waiting. There is a scratch at her window. She walks to it.
“Not going to give me a hand, Lady Knight?” Aly says dryly from where she is clinging to the window-frame over a three-story drop.
Kel regards her for a moment, her lips pursed. “There was a time that you would have been in my rooms with a hand up my shirt before I realized you had arrived. You’re out of practice after hatching your brood.”
Aly glares at her, but is in no position to cuff her. “Oh, do shut up, and remember your manners, Kel.”
“Manners?” She asks, amusement plain on her face. “I’m not the Spymaster that’s clinging to a foreign Knight’s window frame. It could be an assassination attempt. I should push you off and say it was self defense.” Her voice is dry as the Carthaki winds, but she leans over and pulls Aly up one-handed anyway, depositing the smaller woman in front of her.
They stand like that for a moment, too-close and both breathless. Kel studies Aly’s face, faint lines visible for the first time around her eyes and mouth. Her nose has broken at some point, but it compliments her roguish charm. Aly was never a beautiful girl – she had too much of her mother in her to be lovely – but the personality from both her parents gives her an irresistible allure.
Long fingers trace the side of Kel’s face, breaking her revere. They stroke the bridge of her nose and come to rest on her lips. She closes her eyes, her arm still around Aly, and breathes in the familiar scent of sandalwood and cinnamon.
“My mother, Kel?” The voice is quiet, hurt, and a little bit mournful. It is also filled with an unholy glee that reminds Kel of another Spymaster she knows.
“A crow, Aly?” She opens her eyes to meet a glance so direct and familiar that she can’t help but smile. She has always had a soft spot for beautiful eyes.
“My mother, Kel?” The gaze is now most assuredly amused. Kel scowls.
“A crow, Aly!”
Aly smiles wickedly, and Kel remembers a time when all she could feel, or see, or think of was the woman in front of her. Her knees weaken a little and she finds herself holding the familiar body against her own, Aly’s arms around her neck. She is frozen as the smaller woman moves forward, slowly, and closes her eyes.
“Your husband?”
“Nawat knows I don’t hold well with monogamy.” She can feel Aly’s lips flutter against her own, can feel her breath warm against her skin. Kel opens her eyes, her whole body trembling, then steps back.
“You know your mother does.” Reluctantly, she lets her go.
Aly’s brows snap together. “Then she’s a hypocrite!”
Kel inclines her head. “Perhaps. But one that makes me happy.”
Aly sighs, suddenly looking worn. Kel offers her a chair. They sit. Then, “Why don’t you tell me about the last five years?”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!