Post by Lisa on May 15, 2011 2:43:57 GMT 10
Title: The End of Things
Series: Opening Lines
Rating: G
Word Count: 257
Pairing: Maura/Kel
Fight: 3/B
Summary: It’s not always perfect happiness. Based on the opening line of Dodie Smith’s “I Capture the Castle.”
I write this in the kitchen sink. One would think that with an entire castle to hide in, I could find a better place– but I know Maura. She will look for me in closets and sun rooms and will probably knock on the privy door. She would certainly go to the barracks, where I once sat with the guards for hours, playing card games and honing skills with daggers. I look for comfort when I’m upset – and who would offer more comfort to a battle-worn knight than a group of world-weary soldiers?
But she knows me, and knows where I would go. She doesn’t let me stew after an argument – she wants to mull things over together and figure out what we can do to prevent the next one. But sometimes I need the time to reflect. To remember who I was before I was hers.
I’ve taken to going places where the maids come and go freely. What started out as me taking the logs to go over Maura’s numbers turned into me keeping a journal – a chronicle of all the little fights, the bickering, the spats. And since I’ve always been a good mathematician, I can’t help but see how the numbers – even in the form of lists and diary entries and angry doodles – add up.
And I see that it’s time for me to leave. After all, Maura is coming to me now, her eyes flashing angrily and her expression telling me that there’s no longer a place for peace in this castle.
QC by: greenie
Series: Opening Lines
Rating: G
Word Count: 257
Pairing: Maura/Kel
Fight: 3/B
Summary: It’s not always perfect happiness. Based on the opening line of Dodie Smith’s “I Capture the Castle.”
I write this in the kitchen sink. One would think that with an entire castle to hide in, I could find a better place– but I know Maura. She will look for me in closets and sun rooms and will probably knock on the privy door. She would certainly go to the barracks, where I once sat with the guards for hours, playing card games and honing skills with daggers. I look for comfort when I’m upset – and who would offer more comfort to a battle-worn knight than a group of world-weary soldiers?
But she knows me, and knows where I would go. She doesn’t let me stew after an argument – she wants to mull things over together and figure out what we can do to prevent the next one. But sometimes I need the time to reflect. To remember who I was before I was hers.
I’ve taken to going places where the maids come and go freely. What started out as me taking the logs to go over Maura’s numbers turned into me keeping a journal – a chronicle of all the little fights, the bickering, the spats. And since I’ve always been a good mathematician, I can’t help but see how the numbers – even in the form of lists and diary entries and angry doodles – add up.
And I see that it’s time for me to leave. After all, Maura is coming to me now, her eyes flashing angrily and her expression telling me that there’s no longer a place for peace in this castle.
QC by: greenie