Post by Shhasow on Apr 8, 2011 10:13:38 GMT 10
Title: The Greatest Trick, (11)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 274
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Raoul finally gets some answers. Maybe.
When Raoul awoke, it was to the dull aches of healing muscles and bones, not sharp stabbing pain from broken ones. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady as he catalogued the strength of his body. The result was better, but not good, though it was obvious that a healer had worked at him, if a rather poor one. The healing wasn’t nearly to the level of a palace mage.
A movement to his right caused him to shift and open his eyes. He stared into a pair of large brown eyes, and for a second he almost heard a pleading voice calling his name...
“You’ve awoken, finally. You’ve slept long past what the healer said.” Her eyes narrowed superciliously, as if blaming him for his inconsiderate sleeping habits. “I am Sabine of Macayhill,” said the woman, matter-of-factly. ”Lady Knight.”
Raoul blinked. “That’s rather impossible,” he said slowly. “Only recently could women try for their shields.”
“If that’s the case,” Sabine countered with a drawl, “How do you have a woman as Champion?”
“Everyone knows that she disguised herself as a boy,” he scowled. “It was a huge scandal twenty years back.”
“What year was that?”
He rolled his eyes. “She was knighted in 437.”
Sabine shook her head. “Raoul, it is not 457. It is nowhere near 457. It’s 246.”
Raoul froze. Clearly, the woman was crazy. “Impossible,” he said through numb lips. “You’re mad.”
She raised one thin eyebrow. “We can’t both be mad, and since I am fairly certain of my sanity, it must be you. What you claim is impossible. Men cannot reverse the flow of time.”
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 274
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Raoul finally gets some answers. Maybe.
When Raoul awoke, it was to the dull aches of healing muscles and bones, not sharp stabbing pain from broken ones. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady as he catalogued the strength of his body. The result was better, but not good, though it was obvious that a healer had worked at him, if a rather poor one. The healing wasn’t nearly to the level of a palace mage.
A movement to his right caused him to shift and open his eyes. He stared into a pair of large brown eyes, and for a second he almost heard a pleading voice calling his name...
“You’ve awoken, finally. You’ve slept long past what the healer said.” Her eyes narrowed superciliously, as if blaming him for his inconsiderate sleeping habits. “I am Sabine of Macayhill,” said the woman, matter-of-factly. ”Lady Knight.”
Raoul blinked. “That’s rather impossible,” he said slowly. “Only recently could women try for their shields.”
“If that’s the case,” Sabine countered with a drawl, “How do you have a woman as Champion?”
“Everyone knows that she disguised herself as a boy,” he scowled. “It was a huge scandal twenty years back.”
“What year was that?”
He rolled his eyes. “She was knighted in 437.”
Sabine shook her head. “Raoul, it is not 457. It is nowhere near 457. It’s 246.”
Raoul froze. Clearly, the woman was crazy. “Impossible,” he said through numb lips. “You’re mad.”
She raised one thin eyebrow. “We can’t both be mad, and since I am fairly certain of my sanity, it must be you. What you claim is impossible. Men cannot reverse the flow of time.”
QC by: wordy