Post by Cass on Mar 15, 2011 12:51:37 GMT 10
Title: Turnabout
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 326
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Fight: 1C
Summary: A lucky change comes Kalasin's way.
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Kalasin is there when the Chamber opens on Joren’s body. She is there when they carry him out. He is almost more beautiful in death; the darkness and hurt in his eyes gone and blankness the only thing remaining.
And then her father tells her Lord Wyldon is resigning.
Fire in her eyes, she draws herself up. “And you didn’t stop him?” Kalasin asks.
“It doesn’t work that way,” Jonathan sighs, but she is so, so sick of him telling her that, of him telling her everything is goddamned politics, and she goes to find the training master.
“You can’t resign,” Kalasin says, marching into the office he’s packing up. “It shouldn’t happen.”
“Mindelan was just in here saying the same thing.” Wyldon’s mouth has a tired twist to it. “It’ll be Padraig haMinch. He’ll do the boys- and any girls who wish it- he’ll do them good.”
“I don’t care about Padraig haMinch, sir.” Kalasin crosses her arms. “You were good. You did good.”
“Did I?” Wyldon asks. “Look at Joren. Look at you and Keladry, look at the unfairness that happened there. You both have earned your place, more than earned it, but there is an imbalance. My methods do not work anymore.”
“They worked for me. They worked for Kel. You did well by us, milord.”
“I didn’t,” he sighs. “I have but one request of you, Kalasin, and I would be honored if you accepted.”
“Yessir?”
“I would like to take you on as my squire,” Wyldon says. “I know you are already in service with Gareth of Naxen, but I have spoken with him and he has consented to release you to me.”
She wants to hug him but she resists the urge, strong as it may be. “Of course I accept!”
“Very good,” Wyldon says. “I’ll discuss this further with you in the morning, squire.”
Kalasin wasn’t planning on leaving the confrontation with a spreading grin. It can’t be helped.
QC by: jazzyjess
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 326
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Fight: 1C
Summary: A lucky change comes Kalasin's way.
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Kalasin is there when the Chamber opens on Joren’s body. She is there when they carry him out. He is almost more beautiful in death; the darkness and hurt in his eyes gone and blankness the only thing remaining.
And then her father tells her Lord Wyldon is resigning.
Fire in her eyes, she draws herself up. “And you didn’t stop him?” Kalasin asks.
“It doesn’t work that way,” Jonathan sighs, but she is so, so sick of him telling her that, of him telling her everything is goddamned politics, and she goes to find the training master.
“You can’t resign,” Kalasin says, marching into the office he’s packing up. “It shouldn’t happen.”
“Mindelan was just in here saying the same thing.” Wyldon’s mouth has a tired twist to it. “It’ll be Padraig haMinch. He’ll do the boys- and any girls who wish it- he’ll do them good.”
“I don’t care about Padraig haMinch, sir.” Kalasin crosses her arms. “You were good. You did good.”
“Did I?” Wyldon asks. “Look at Joren. Look at you and Keladry, look at the unfairness that happened there. You both have earned your place, more than earned it, but there is an imbalance. My methods do not work anymore.”
“They worked for me. They worked for Kel. You did well by us, milord.”
“I didn’t,” he sighs. “I have but one request of you, Kalasin, and I would be honored if you accepted.”
“Yessir?”
“I would like to take you on as my squire,” Wyldon says. “I know you are already in service with Gareth of Naxen, but I have spoken with him and he has consented to release you to me.”
She wants to hug him but she resists the urge, strong as it may be. “Of course I accept!”
“Very good,” Wyldon says. “I’ll discuss this further with you in the morning, squire.”
Kalasin wasn’t planning on leaving the confrontation with a spreading grin. It can’t be helped.
QC by: jazzyjess