Post by luinae on Mar 20, 2011 4:47:29 GMT 10
Title: Sir
Rating: G
Word Count: 245
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Fight: 1/C
Summary: Wyldon doesn't understand why Kalasin calls him "sir." A series where Wyldon and Kalasin struggle with the idea of duty.
“Good morning, sir!” Kalasin calls out cheerfully as she leads her horse out of the stables. It’s a chilly autumn morning- her eyes are shining brightly and her breath is visible in the morning air.
“Why do you call me that?” Wyldon asks once they’re on their favourite trail.
“Call you what, sir?”
“You call me ‘sir,’” Wyldon tells her. “You’re a princess. You could probably call me anything and get away with it.”
“If you were my training master, I would have called you sir,” Kalasin reminds him.
“But I’m not your training master,” Wyldon tells her. “I’m just another noble.”
“I know, sir. But it’s a small reminder of the life I would have lived. Besides, sir, I feel like owe you my respect.”
“Why?” Wyldon wants to know.
Kalasin tosses her dark hair over her head. “Once upon a time there was a little girl on Balor’s Needle who had given up everything she had ever wanted in life. She was so upset, she could barely think straight. She thought there was nothing left for her in life. Then a kind man came, and told her that her sacrifice was noticed, at least by someone. And he told her she would make a great queen. So she took those words to heart. And the little girl was happy again.”
“Oh,” is all Wyldon can say.
“I never said thank you,” Kalasin says. She turns to face him, smiling brightly. “Thank you, sir.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 245
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Fight: 1/C
Summary: Wyldon doesn't understand why Kalasin calls him "sir." A series where Wyldon and Kalasin struggle with the idea of duty.
“Good morning, sir!” Kalasin calls out cheerfully as she leads her horse out of the stables. It’s a chilly autumn morning- her eyes are shining brightly and her breath is visible in the morning air.
“Why do you call me that?” Wyldon asks once they’re on their favourite trail.
“Call you what, sir?”
“You call me ‘sir,’” Wyldon tells her. “You’re a princess. You could probably call me anything and get away with it.”
“If you were my training master, I would have called you sir,” Kalasin reminds him.
“But I’m not your training master,” Wyldon tells her. “I’m just another noble.”
“I know, sir. But it’s a small reminder of the life I would have lived. Besides, sir, I feel like owe you my respect.”
“Why?” Wyldon wants to know.
Kalasin tosses her dark hair over her head. “Once upon a time there was a little girl on Balor’s Needle who had given up everything she had ever wanted in life. She was so upset, she could barely think straight. She thought there was nothing left for her in life. Then a kind man came, and told her that her sacrifice was noticed, at least by someone. And he told her she would make a great queen. So she took those words to heart. And the little girl was happy again.”
“Oh,” is all Wyldon can say.
“I never said thank you,” Kalasin says. She turns to face him, smiling brightly. “Thank you, sir.”
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!