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Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 3, 2010 13:01:16 GMT 10
Title: Prudence (Knightly Virtues III) Rating: PG Length: 150 words Competitor: Uline of Hannalof Round/Fight: 1/H Summary: Kel tells the truth. Technically.
Note: this is part of a series of seven ficlets. The number indicates this ficlet's place, chronologically, but they can be read in any order. I'm posting the first one first, and the rest in reverse chronological order.
“And where were you?” Merric asked, as Kel slid into her seat.
“Nowhere.” She could feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks, but she ignored it. “Soup again? That's Midwinter for you.”
Neal peered at her, eyes questioning, and she looked away.
“You're late for supper,” Merric insisted. “Mussed. And blushing. Who is he?”
“There is no he, all right? It was... something else. Just drop it, please.”
“The soup is traditional,” Neal interjected. “It goes back to the time of King Roger I.”
The others began to argue about food, and Kel gave Neal a small, grateful smile.
Later, Neal walked Kel back to her room and followed her inside. “All right,” he said, arms crossed over his chest. “Who?”
If she refused to answer, he would end up imagining something far worse. “Uline of Hannalof.”
Neal's jaw dropped.
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Kit
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Post by Kit on Feb 3, 2010 15:16:05 GMT 10
okay, now I'm actually flailing. Neal's potential for gentle chivalry and jsaw-dropping disbelief is just wonderful.
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Post by Verasque on Feb 4, 2010 0:49:13 GMT 10
Aw, Neal!
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