Post by max on Feb 4, 2010 20:06:42 GMT 10
Title: War Wounds II
Rating: M
Length: 220
Competitor: Uline
Roundd/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Not entirely sure. More shell shocked Kel. Problem with this whole smackdown thing is that I'm totally making it up as I go along. Not that smackdown isn't fun. I'm just not good at sequencing
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She comes to Keladry, the night she returns from the war, when the flowers thrown in the parade have sunk into the muck of the parade route streets and the palace is filled with the flicker of lovers, moving like moths through silver hallways to meld their bodies and souls back into alignment with their newly returned cores.
Keladry lets her in without a word or thought, and although Uline is used to Kel’s preference for making love in the darkness, she knows, without being able to see anything, that Keladry is distant here, soul not quite caught up to her body, still somewhere on the northern road, travelling south.
It isn’t until the morning however, that she sees how right she was about this wrongness.
In the morning, she wakes to the absence of Kel from (t)he(i)r bed, sees her standing, silhouetted against the light, leaner (thinner) than she was, hair longer, but these changes do not mean half so much to her as the ones she realises when she slides from the bed and over to the twenty year old, steals a kiss and feels Keladry flinch at the touch.
‘I’m sorry,’ says Uline, stepping back, voice and face deliberately light. ‘Too early?’
Kel turns to her properly, eyes meeting eyes, and whatever light-hearted nothing/everything Uline had been meaning to say seems to dissolve out of her head like smoke.
She wishes for the dark now, needs the mercy of the goddess to hide those eyes from her own. The everything they don’t contain.
‘Something like that.’
Kel turns back to the view of the lily pond – war heroes, it seems, are given better scenery than squires or pages – and Uline finds herself doing something that, later, will haunt her.
Wishes never to have loved her.
Rating: M
Length: 220
Competitor: Uline
Roundd/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Not entirely sure. More shell shocked Kel. Problem with this whole smackdown thing is that I'm totally making it up as I go along. Not that smackdown isn't fun. I'm just not good at sequencing
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She comes to Keladry, the night she returns from the war, when the flowers thrown in the parade have sunk into the muck of the parade route streets and the palace is filled with the flicker of lovers, moving like moths through silver hallways to meld their bodies and souls back into alignment with their newly returned cores.
Keladry lets her in without a word or thought, and although Uline is used to Kel’s preference for making love in the darkness, she knows, without being able to see anything, that Keladry is distant here, soul not quite caught up to her body, still somewhere on the northern road, travelling south.
It isn’t until the morning however, that she sees how right she was about this wrongness.
In the morning, she wakes to the absence of Kel from (t)he(i)r bed, sees her standing, silhouetted against the light, leaner (thinner) than she was, hair longer, but these changes do not mean half so much to her as the ones she realises when she slides from the bed and over to the twenty year old, steals a kiss and feels Keladry flinch at the touch.
‘I’m sorry,’ says Uline, stepping back, voice and face deliberately light. ‘Too early?’
Kel turns to her properly, eyes meeting eyes, and whatever light-hearted nothing/everything Uline had been meaning to say seems to dissolve out of her head like smoke.
She wishes for the dark now, needs the mercy of the goddess to hide those eyes from her own. The everything they don’t contain.
‘Something like that.’
Kel turns back to the view of the lily pond – war heroes, it seems, are given better scenery than squires or pages – and Uline finds herself doing something that, later, will haunt her.
Wishes never to have loved her.