Post by Shhasow on Apr 6, 2011 8:22:18 GMT 10
Title: The Greatest Trick, (5)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 341
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Raoul just can’t catch a break.
Raoul woke up suddenly, dazed and disoriented in the utter darkness. He dimly remembered discovering a hidden room in the basement of his house in Corus, and then a letter.
He patted the space around him, searching for a piece of paper with his name, but he was the sole object in an otherwise-empty room.
Raoul remembered enough to grope for the open tunnel, but panicked when it was closed. He frantically fumbled for the hidden button that had to be there, and breathed a sigh of relief when a piece of the wall clicked beneath his fingertips.
The knight scurried through the now-open tunnel.
He just needed to escape. Get clean air. Bring Numair back to help. It had to be a magical curse, or a spell, or something. Maybe Jon too, if he could get him. No, the damn man was to the south on that damned Progress.
Raoul cursed softly as he ran into an obstacle in the basement that he didn’t remember being there. He moved slower, yet still steadily, eager to get to the stairs.
He finally found them, after banging into a few more things in odd places, and climbed them rapidly, making enough noise to alert his harridan of a relative, but he didn’t much care. Raoul heaved a sigh of relief when he wrenched open the door.
The tip of a wickedly-sharp blade pricked the skin at the base of his throat. Raoul moved with the reflexes born from instinct and experience, and ducked back and to the side, coming up on his attacker from the left side, dagger drawn. The attacker swung harshly and Raoul barely deflected it, but backed up to give himself time to draw his sword.
He almost dropped it when he realized his very skilled attacker was a woman. A woman with angry brown eyes. Familiar brown eyes. And a thin, hardened face that he’d seen a dozen times, yet forgotten a dozen.
The name whispered in his mind, Sabine, but was forgotten just as quickly as before.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 341
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Raoul just can’t catch a break.
Raoul woke up suddenly, dazed and disoriented in the utter darkness. He dimly remembered discovering a hidden room in the basement of his house in Corus, and then a letter.
He patted the space around him, searching for a piece of paper with his name, but he was the sole object in an otherwise-empty room.
Raoul remembered enough to grope for the open tunnel, but panicked when it was closed. He frantically fumbled for the hidden button that had to be there, and breathed a sigh of relief when a piece of the wall clicked beneath his fingertips.
The knight scurried through the now-open tunnel.
He just needed to escape. Get clean air. Bring Numair back to help. It had to be a magical curse, or a spell, or something. Maybe Jon too, if he could get him. No, the damn man was to the south on that damned Progress.
Raoul cursed softly as he ran into an obstacle in the basement that he didn’t remember being there. He moved slower, yet still steadily, eager to get to the stairs.
He finally found them, after banging into a few more things in odd places, and climbed them rapidly, making enough noise to alert his harridan of a relative, but he didn’t much care. Raoul heaved a sigh of relief when he wrenched open the door.
The tip of a wickedly-sharp blade pricked the skin at the base of his throat. Raoul moved with the reflexes born from instinct and experience, and ducked back and to the side, coming up on his attacker from the left side, dagger drawn. The attacker swung harshly and Raoul barely deflected it, but backed up to give himself time to draw his sword.
He almost dropped it when he realized his very skilled attacker was a woman. A woman with angry brown eyes. Familiar brown eyes. And a thin, hardened face that he’d seen a dozen times, yet forgotten a dozen.
The name whispered in his mind, Sabine, but was forgotten just as quickly as before.
QC by: greenie