Post by max on Feb 23, 2010 13:37:05 GMT 10
Pyramid Waltz
PG
393
Joren
1/E
Mint chicks for the win. A ball. AU because Joren's alive.
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‘May I have this dance, Lady Knight?’
She eyes him suspiciously for a moment, but Uline is no help, whispering in her ear ooh Kel he is beautiful, even if his eyes are blue, and none of her other, more sensible, reassuringly male friends are there to act as a buffer between them, and she finds herself caught out – it would look terrible for her to refuse. So she curtseys, woodenly, praying that there are too many people here for him to embarrass her without embarrassing himself in turn, and takes his hand. He smirks, kisses her hand with only a touch of irony (he is altogether too elegant to be ungracious though. They are both adults, and he is no longer the boy who pulled her hair, the way she is no longer the girl who pulled his) and as the music starts up once more and they are moving through one of the popular swirling dances that have just come into fashion, his hand around her waist, hers upon his shoulder, and he leans in and says
‘So suspicious, Keladry? Your friend doesn’t seem concerned.’
She has never completely mastered this art of being able to speak-while-dancing, her mind too preoccupied by the steps to respond properly, but she manages to glare at him as she twirls, her arm raised as she swirls under his, respond brusquely with a
‘Uline was not in page training with us.’
‘Oh now, Kel, we’re both adults. Surely you can’t hold a few childish pranks against me? The chamber didn’t.’
‘You kidnapped my maid. You used to goad others into challenging me because we can’t.’
‘Not on the battlefield or tournament ground, no. There are other ways to wage war though,’ and he leans in, his lips against her ear so a shiver flickers down her back. ‘Even for ones such as ourselves.’
His hand has tightened imperceptibly on her waist, but she only notices when he lets her go, bowing deeply, returning her to Uline.
‘I once offered you friendship Keladry. Or did you forget – ’
But whatever he is about to say is lost with the sudden arrival of Merric and Owen, scowling at him, saying ‘On your way, Stone Mountain.’ And he grins, rueful, disappears behind a sudden wave of courtiers.
And she can’t work out if she is relieved or not.
PG
393
Joren
1/E
Mint chicks for the win. A ball. AU because Joren's alive.
___________________________________
‘May I have this dance, Lady Knight?’
She eyes him suspiciously for a moment, but Uline is no help, whispering in her ear ooh Kel he is beautiful, even if his eyes are blue, and none of her other, more sensible, reassuringly male friends are there to act as a buffer between them, and she finds herself caught out – it would look terrible for her to refuse. So she curtseys, woodenly, praying that there are too many people here for him to embarrass her without embarrassing himself in turn, and takes his hand. He smirks, kisses her hand with only a touch of irony (he is altogether too elegant to be ungracious though. They are both adults, and he is no longer the boy who pulled her hair, the way she is no longer the girl who pulled his) and as the music starts up once more and they are moving through one of the popular swirling dances that have just come into fashion, his hand around her waist, hers upon his shoulder, and he leans in and says
‘So suspicious, Keladry? Your friend doesn’t seem concerned.’
She has never completely mastered this art of being able to speak-while-dancing, her mind too preoccupied by the steps to respond properly, but she manages to glare at him as she twirls, her arm raised as she swirls under his, respond brusquely with a
‘Uline was not in page training with us.’
‘Oh now, Kel, we’re both adults. Surely you can’t hold a few childish pranks against me? The chamber didn’t.’
‘You kidnapped my maid. You used to goad others into challenging me because we can’t.’
‘Not on the battlefield or tournament ground, no. There are other ways to wage war though,’ and he leans in, his lips against her ear so a shiver flickers down her back. ‘Even for ones such as ourselves.’
His hand has tightened imperceptibly on her waist, but she only notices when he lets her go, bowing deeply, returning her to Uline.
‘I once offered you friendship Keladry. Or did you forget – ’
But whatever he is about to say is lost with the sudden arrival of Merric and Owen, scowling at him, saying ‘On your way, Stone Mountain.’ And he grins, rueful, disappears behind a sudden wave of courtiers.
And she can’t work out if she is relieved or not.