Post by wordy on Mar 30, 2011 15:14:12 GMT 10
Title: The Worst Ideas Are Always The Best (Steadfast #2)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 356
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: AU. Alanna had her shield taken away, and Gary is appointed King’s Champion.
They left the party early, while Raoul’s head was still buzzing pleasantly from the wine. The corridors were dark and empty, and he couldn’t help but be thankful for that; it gave him a chance to examine Gary as they walked, to try and read into the carefully impassive expression he had worn all evening.
“Don’t,” said Gary suddenly, making Raoul jerk back guiltily. “I’ve had to put up with everyone else staring at me all night long; I don’t need you doing it as well.”
They walked in silence for a moment. Raoul’s stomach rolled over anxiously; he wished he knew what to say to Gary, how to make the situation seem better. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Drinking always made his body feel like it was on fire, made it difficult to stay still for too long. An idea struck him. “Let’s go to the practice courts,” he said, turning to Gary.
Gary stopped and looked at him. Even in the darkness, Raoul could see the sceptical expression on his face. “You must be more drunk than I’d thought.”
“Come on!” he said, nudging Gary’s shoulder with his own. He could feel a grin spreading across his face. “I want to spar!”
“A drunk man with a sword,” Gary remarked dryly. “Do I even need to tell you how bad this idea is?”
Raoul grinned. “What, is the King’s Champion scared that he can’t even beat a drunk brandishing a sword?”
“I think I’m more scared about the possibility of you chopping your own arm off.”
“That would be quite a sight,” Raoul agreed. “Now, stop stalling – you’re not getting out of it.”
Gary gave him a wry smile. “I can see that. All right, then, let’s get this over with. If you’re going to kill yourself, I’d rather you’d do it soon, so I can go to bed.”
“It saddens me that you’re not at all afraid for your own safety,” said Raoul. “Are my skills with a sword so abysmal?”
Something dark flickered in the other man’s eyes, the corner of his mouth resisting a smile. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 356
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: AU. Alanna had her shield taken away, and Gary is appointed King’s Champion.
They left the party early, while Raoul’s head was still buzzing pleasantly from the wine. The corridors were dark and empty, and he couldn’t help but be thankful for that; it gave him a chance to examine Gary as they walked, to try and read into the carefully impassive expression he had worn all evening.
“Don’t,” said Gary suddenly, making Raoul jerk back guiltily. “I’ve had to put up with everyone else staring at me all night long; I don’t need you doing it as well.”
They walked in silence for a moment. Raoul’s stomach rolled over anxiously; he wished he knew what to say to Gary, how to make the situation seem better. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Drinking always made his body feel like it was on fire, made it difficult to stay still for too long. An idea struck him. “Let’s go to the practice courts,” he said, turning to Gary.
Gary stopped and looked at him. Even in the darkness, Raoul could see the sceptical expression on his face. “You must be more drunk than I’d thought.”
“Come on!” he said, nudging Gary’s shoulder with his own. He could feel a grin spreading across his face. “I want to spar!”
“A drunk man with a sword,” Gary remarked dryly. “Do I even need to tell you how bad this idea is?”
Raoul grinned. “What, is the King’s Champion scared that he can’t even beat a drunk brandishing a sword?”
“I think I’m more scared about the possibility of you chopping your own arm off.”
“That would be quite a sight,” Raoul agreed. “Now, stop stalling – you’re not getting out of it.”
Gary gave him a wry smile. “I can see that. All right, then, let’s get this over with. If you’re going to kill yourself, I’d rather you’d do it soon, so I can go to bed.”
“It saddens me that you’re not at all afraid for your own safety,” said Raoul. “Are my skills with a sword so abysmal?”
Something dark flickered in the other man’s eyes, the corner of his mouth resisting a smile. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!