Post by Kit on Mar 7, 2010 17:28:05 GMT 10
Title: Calligraphy
Rating: G
Length: 220
Round: 2/D
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: In the same universe as Leavetakings, and a similar theme to my Baird pieces. Kel knows Alanna's hand.
Her handwriting was the real surprise. Careful, and cleanly looped, surprisingly delicate for the hand behind it—muscles working in wrist and thumbs, corded and strong and used to faster, heavier things. Her Os were delicate, the line widening and trailing away into each new shape, each end-flick of an echo of definite words from a defiant body. Her Ks were long, the lower tail easing around to brace a vowel and hold it there in eyesight. A loving, determined consonant.
Kel held the thick paper in one hand, the imprint of old rags light on the pads of her fingers, the official salutation as crisp and bored as any verbal recitations of it, even with a teasing slip on the, 'Sir'.
Inside, the middle sheet is thinner, finer, the words less precise and more careful, and they make the Knight Commander of New Hope smile helplessly into her tea.
“Madness, Alanna.” Happy words in the empty room.
The blank space where a signature ought to live said her name most clearly of all.
Rating: G
Length: 220
Round: 2/D
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: In the same universe as Leavetakings, and a similar theme to my Baird pieces. Kel knows Alanna's hand.
Her handwriting was the real surprise. Careful, and cleanly looped, surprisingly delicate for the hand behind it—muscles working in wrist and thumbs, corded and strong and used to faster, heavier things. Her Os were delicate, the line widening and trailing away into each new shape, each end-flick of an echo of definite words from a defiant body. Her Ks were long, the lower tail easing around to brace a vowel and hold it there in eyesight. A loving, determined consonant.
Kel held the thick paper in one hand, the imprint of old rags light on the pads of her fingers, the official salutation as crisp and bored as any verbal recitations of it, even with a teasing slip on the, 'Sir'.
Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, New Hope, River Vassa, Tortall:
Sir Alanna of Pirate's Swoop Olau, King's Champion.
Inside, the middle sheet is thinner, finer, the words less precise and more careful, and they make the Knight Commander of New Hope smile helplessly into her tea.
Your missing me is not unmissed. But remember that I at least have practise getting though to you, Lady Knight. It might even be yours, soon. Love.
“Madness, Alanna.” Happy words in the empty room.
The blank space where a signature ought to live said her name most clearly of all.
::loves you::
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!