Post by max on Feb 3, 2010 21:31:39 GMT 10
Title: Cumulonimbus
Rating: M
Length: 330
Competitor: Uline
Round: 1/H
Summary: In which Kel has paperwork and Uline has other ideas
There’s fire in the sky tonight; behind the ghostly polluted clouds that shield Corus from the moon and reflect back the light of a million lamps and candles, lightning is brewing, and the air is heavy with the promise of thunder.
At the writing desk which is hers in the Mindelan townhouse, Keladry sits, studying calendar and the latest forecast the weather mages have predicted for the months of Autumn – though it seems a long, long way away on a night as humid as this.
Uline would call it sultry, but that is just what she herself is in this weather, lying across the bed some way behind Kel, naked, but for her loincloth, hair made more voluminous by the water in the air, skin glossed with sweat.
‘You know, I don’t see why you have to do this all now,’ she comments, and from the rustle of skin and linen, Kel knows she has rolled over, lithe body stretched out across the bed so that, were she to turn, she would be able to see the dimples at Uline’s hips, the delicate shadow-chain of her vertebrae beneath her lucent skin, the mole on her right-hand shoulder.
‘I’ve only got one more paragraph,’ she says, cross-referencing Neal’s report against Merric’s for the umpteenth time, running a hand through her sweat-sticky hair.
‘You said that hoooouuurs agoooo,’ Uline grumbles, in a tone of voice that on anyone else would sound like a whine. As it is her voice is much too filled with light to ever sound less-than-lovely – one of the things Keladry loves about her.
‘More like twenty minutes. I’ve only been at this for about half an hour. Three quarters thereof, at the very – oh, fine then.’
Her time tirade cut short by the appearance of the lady in her lap, Kel can only admit defeat, pushing quill and inkpot away.
‘You win, Ule.’
‘You should know by now,’ the older girl replies, ‘I always win in this weather.’
Rating: M
Length: 330
Competitor: Uline
Round: 1/H
Summary: In which Kel has paperwork and Uline has other ideas
There’s fire in the sky tonight; behind the ghostly polluted clouds that shield Corus from the moon and reflect back the light of a million lamps and candles, lightning is brewing, and the air is heavy with the promise of thunder.
At the writing desk which is hers in the Mindelan townhouse, Keladry sits, studying calendar and the latest forecast the weather mages have predicted for the months of Autumn – though it seems a long, long way away on a night as humid as this.
Uline would call it sultry, but that is just what she herself is in this weather, lying across the bed some way behind Kel, naked, but for her loincloth, hair made more voluminous by the water in the air, skin glossed with sweat.
‘You know, I don’t see why you have to do this all now,’ she comments, and from the rustle of skin and linen, Kel knows she has rolled over, lithe body stretched out across the bed so that, were she to turn, she would be able to see the dimples at Uline’s hips, the delicate shadow-chain of her vertebrae beneath her lucent skin, the mole on her right-hand shoulder.
‘I’ve only got one more paragraph,’ she says, cross-referencing Neal’s report against Merric’s for the umpteenth time, running a hand through her sweat-sticky hair.
‘You said that hoooouuurs agoooo,’ Uline grumbles, in a tone of voice that on anyone else would sound like a whine. As it is her voice is much too filled with light to ever sound less-than-lovely – one of the things Keladry loves about her.
‘More like twenty minutes. I’ve only been at this for about half an hour. Three quarters thereof, at the very – oh, fine then.’
Her time tirade cut short by the appearance of the lady in her lap, Kel can only admit defeat, pushing quill and inkpot away.
‘You win, Ule.’
‘You should know by now,’ the older girl replies, ‘I always win in this weather.’