Post by Muse on Mar 18, 2011 2:15:03 GMT 10
Title: Lying
Rating: G
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: “I’d put myself first and make the rules as I go, cause I know that she’ll be faithful, waiting for me to come home, to come home.”: (“If I Were a Boy”—as sung by Reba McEntire. Part 5.)
”Oh, Kally, we both know that this is just a dream.”
The Faleron in her mind repeats the phrase that tore her apart over and over again.
Her hands clench and she screws her eyes shut against the hot tears threatening to spill over.
Another dream she cannot have.
“Walk with me?”
She hadn’t even heard him coming, but Kally nodded and fell into step besides Lord Wyldon of Cavall.
They end up on the wall that he had found her on so many years ago, the wall that he has the pages run, the wall that she had run every day for so long in chase of something that she knew was out of her reach.
Comfortable silence grew between them, but so did the anger and disappointment in Kally’s heart.
“It isn’t fair!” she cried out, her slippered foot making no sound as she stomped it on the ground. “Just once, just this one time, I want to put myself first!”
“Making the rules up as she goes is not the part of a princess,” Wyldon reminds her, facing out towards the city and allowing her the moment of impropriety in doing so.
“Maybe I don’t want to be a princess.”
They both know that this isn’t true the moment it slips from her mouth, but Kally won’t take it back, won’t smooth it over the way that everyone else would expect her to.
“Perhaps you're a better princess because of that,” Wyldon suggests.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: “I’d put myself first and make the rules as I go, cause I know that she’ll be faithful, waiting for me to come home, to come home.”: (“If I Were a Boy”—as sung by Reba McEntire. Part 5.)
”Oh, Kally, we both know that this is just a dream.”
The Faleron in her mind repeats the phrase that tore her apart over and over again.
Her hands clench and she screws her eyes shut against the hot tears threatening to spill over.
Another dream she cannot have.
“Walk with me?”
She hadn’t even heard him coming, but Kally nodded and fell into step besides Lord Wyldon of Cavall.
They end up on the wall that he had found her on so many years ago, the wall that he has the pages run, the wall that she had run every day for so long in chase of something that she knew was out of her reach.
Comfortable silence grew between them, but so did the anger and disappointment in Kally’s heart.
“It isn’t fair!” she cried out, her slippered foot making no sound as she stomped it on the ground. “Just once, just this one time, I want to put myself first!”
“Making the rules up as she goes is not the part of a princess,” Wyldon reminds her, facing out towards the city and allowing her the moment of impropriety in doing so.
“Maybe I don’t want to be a princess.”
They both know that this isn’t true the moment it slips from her mouth, but Kally won’t take it back, won’t smooth it over the way that everyone else would expect her to.
“Perhaps you're a better princess because of that,” Wyldon suggests.
QC: by Cassandra