Post by Muse on Apr 7, 2011 9:58:05 GMT 10
Title: Cunning
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Pairing: Regicide (Delia/Josiane)
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: There's no denying that Delia is exceedingly cunning.
There was no denying that Delia was exceedingly cunning, and that was something that Josiane admired in a woman. Within her first week at the Tortallan court, it became evident to Josiane how the slight brunette had the entirety of the nobility twined around her fingers.
It had been easy for Josiane to sit back and let Delia pluck her up and spin her into plot of court intrigue; all Josiane had to do was sit back and smile dimly. Following Delia of Eldorne had even led her straight into the arms and interests of a certain Jonathan of Conte, which, Josiane smirked, was no little prize.
Josiane admired Delia; the woman had no little skill and the entire court seemed to be blind to her craft. But for all these things, Delia had managed to overlook one small thing, and Josiane craved the day when she could grind Delia’s nose in this.
Josiane was a Rittevon princess, and she had cut her first tooth on manipulation. She shook her hair prettily, and hid a coy smile behind her fan like a good girl. She followed Delia unwittingly and grasped at plots and ploys.
But she would be Queen; Josiane’s smile turned cruel behind the delicate lace fan that Delia had shoved in her hands earlier that evening.
She would be Queen, and the Delia would know truly the power of the Rittevons. Her hand clenched, claw like and grasping.
She would be Queen, and she would crush Delia and her precious sleeping sorcerer too.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Pairing: Regicide (Delia/Josiane)
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: There's no denying that Delia is exceedingly cunning.
There was no denying that Delia was exceedingly cunning, and that was something that Josiane admired in a woman. Within her first week at the Tortallan court, it became evident to Josiane how the slight brunette had the entirety of the nobility twined around her fingers.
It had been easy for Josiane to sit back and let Delia pluck her up and spin her into plot of court intrigue; all Josiane had to do was sit back and smile dimly. Following Delia of Eldorne had even led her straight into the arms and interests of a certain Jonathan of Conte, which, Josiane smirked, was no little prize.
Josiane admired Delia; the woman had no little skill and the entire court seemed to be blind to her craft. But for all these things, Delia had managed to overlook one small thing, and Josiane craved the day when she could grind Delia’s nose in this.
Josiane was a Rittevon princess, and she had cut her first tooth on manipulation. She shook her hair prettily, and hid a coy smile behind her fan like a good girl. She followed Delia unwittingly and grasped at plots and ploys.
But she would be Queen; Josiane’s smile turned cruel behind the delicate lace fan that Delia had shoved in her hands earlier that evening.
She would be Queen, and the Delia would know truly the power of the Rittevons. Her hand clenched, claw like and grasping.
She would be Queen, and she would crush Delia and her precious sleeping sorcerer too.
QC by PeroxidePirate