Post by Bec on Feb 22, 2010 21:33:00 GMT 10
Title: Love drunk
Rating: G
Length: 275
Competitor: Joren
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Joren may have had one drink too many.
Kel had her hands placed on Joren’s chest, his were around her waist. They were waltzing, to a metronome that didn’t have a constant rhythm. It was constantly shifting and they seemed to be floating. The metronome died down then with a loud crash the metronome stopped.
Kel sat up straight in bed, what was THAT about? She frowned as she felt a breeze from her open window. She was certain she had closed it before she had gone to bed. She got out of bed and realised that the loud crash of the metronome in her dream must have been her window crashing.
Great,
Looking out her window she saw a figure below head tilted back it waved maladroitly. She instantly recognised the pale skin, white blond hair that glistened in the moonlight.
“What the realms of the dead are you doing Joren. If you want to throw rocks at my window at least through little ones”
“Hey there Kel! Sorry ‘bout the window!” he whispered loudly
“I just had to see you” he then broke into hysterical fits of laughter
“Your drunks aren’t you?”
“Me?” he looked around him, as if looking for someone else in the courtyard. There were more hysterical fits of laughter.
“Can I come up?”
“I suppose but be quiet about it.” Kel turned from er window she then heard scrambling on the rubble below and popped her head out of her window again to see Joren attempting to climb the wall
“Uh Joren? There’s something called a door?”
“Ah right” he winked at her and made his way to the courtyard door leaving Kel to shake her head.
Rating: G
Length: 275
Competitor: Joren
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Joren may have had one drink too many.
Kel had her hands placed on Joren’s chest, his were around her waist. They were waltzing, to a metronome that didn’t have a constant rhythm. It was constantly shifting and they seemed to be floating. The metronome died down then with a loud crash the metronome stopped.
Kel sat up straight in bed, what was THAT about? She frowned as she felt a breeze from her open window. She was certain she had closed it before she had gone to bed. She got out of bed and realised that the loud crash of the metronome in her dream must have been her window crashing.
Great,
Looking out her window she saw a figure below head tilted back it waved maladroitly. She instantly recognised the pale skin, white blond hair that glistened in the moonlight.
“What the realms of the dead are you doing Joren. If you want to throw rocks at my window at least through little ones”
“Hey there Kel! Sorry ‘bout the window!” he whispered loudly
“I just had to see you” he then broke into hysterical fits of laughter
“Your drunks aren’t you?”
“Me?” he looked around him, as if looking for someone else in the courtyard. There were more hysterical fits of laughter.
“Can I come up?”
“I suppose but be quiet about it.” Kel turned from er window she then heard scrambling on the rubble below and popped her head out of her window again to see Joren attempting to climb the wall
“Uh Joren? There’s something called a door?”
“Ah right” he winked at her and made his way to the courtyard door leaving Kel to shake her head.