Post by Kit on Mar 16, 2011 0:57:25 GMT 10
Title: Foregn Travel [2]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 457
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Kalasin does sometimes indulge
The door slid shut softly, and Lord Wyldon unclenched his jaw.
“You disapprove of Sarai,” said the Empress, shrugging slightly. “Many people do, you know.”
“It’s not my place to comment—”
“—Really, Wyldon. Hag help it.” The faint oath came easily from her lips, her words sharp and full of everything save the delicate, Imperial gaiety she had displayed for the last hour. She leaned forward over the small table that stood between them—there had thankfully been no instances of divans, this audience. “You were never so reticent with my father.”
“Your father is—”
“—less prone to interrupting you than I am, most like.”
Wyldon wondered, briefly, how he could feel a smile twitch his mouth while the skin over his forehead felt ready to crack by the migraine that seemed to shadow any conversation with this girl. This woman. He did his best to hide both, but pain was easier to hide than the smile. “No one’s been brave enough to interrupt me in years.”
“Save the Lioness.”
“On occasion.”
“And lady Keladry?”
“Keladry of Mindelan is far too polite.”
“You know,” Kalasin mused. “I never did meet her.”
“You are…” Wyldon paused, considering her. “Quite different, in many ways.”
To his surprise, the Empress flushed. “That opinion hasn’t changed, then,” she said, over-bright. “It rather did change the shape of my life.”
“My lady,” said Wyldon, level. “Your father’s desire to protect—“ he looked around the opulent chamber, at the rings of office on Kalasin’s long fingers, the marriage mark between dark, Conté brows. “—or utilise his daughter had little to do with me.”
Kalasin smiled thinly. “Are you telling me, my lord, that you would have been satisfied with my probation?”
“Would you have completed it? And convinced me?”
Kalasin leaned back, eyes lingering on his. “You disapprove of Saraiyu,” she said, mercurial enough for his head to pound, “Because she left the Balitangs to their civil war.”
She stretched and shrugged a little, and he could hear her shoulders crack.
“And she has profited, too,” she said. “She is very much in love with her husband. But Wyldon,” his name a jolt—one of those burdened fingers sharp at his chest—“Sarai is not stupid. She would have made a terrible Queen.”
“This is all speculative, My lady.”
“Sometimes I indulge.” Kalasin shrugged, her smile sinking back into her skin, face taking on the still lines Wydon remembered from her childhood, but grown to new strength.
“I am a very good Empress,” she told him. “I am unsure if anyone suspected this of me, when they decided to change my life. But it does mean, Sir Wyldon, that I am not scared to interrupt you.”
“My lady. I did not—”
“—I passed a probation of my own.”
QC by: jazzyjess
Rating: PG
Word Count: 457
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Kalasin does sometimes indulge
The door slid shut softly, and Lord Wyldon unclenched his jaw.
“You disapprove of Sarai,” said the Empress, shrugging slightly. “Many people do, you know.”
“It’s not my place to comment—”
“—Really, Wyldon. Hag help it.” The faint oath came easily from her lips, her words sharp and full of everything save the delicate, Imperial gaiety she had displayed for the last hour. She leaned forward over the small table that stood between them—there had thankfully been no instances of divans, this audience. “You were never so reticent with my father.”
“Your father is—”
“—less prone to interrupting you than I am, most like.”
Wyldon wondered, briefly, how he could feel a smile twitch his mouth while the skin over his forehead felt ready to crack by the migraine that seemed to shadow any conversation with this girl. This woman. He did his best to hide both, but pain was easier to hide than the smile. “No one’s been brave enough to interrupt me in years.”
“Save the Lioness.”
“On occasion.”
“And lady Keladry?”
“Keladry of Mindelan is far too polite.”
“You know,” Kalasin mused. “I never did meet her.”
“You are…” Wyldon paused, considering her. “Quite different, in many ways.”
To his surprise, the Empress flushed. “That opinion hasn’t changed, then,” she said, over-bright. “It rather did change the shape of my life.”
“My lady,” said Wyldon, level. “Your father’s desire to protect—“ he looked around the opulent chamber, at the rings of office on Kalasin’s long fingers, the marriage mark between dark, Conté brows. “—or utilise his daughter had little to do with me.”
Kalasin smiled thinly. “Are you telling me, my lord, that you would have been satisfied with my probation?”
“Would you have completed it? And convinced me?”
Kalasin leaned back, eyes lingering on his. “You disapprove of Saraiyu,” she said, mercurial enough for his head to pound, “Because she left the Balitangs to their civil war.”
She stretched and shrugged a little, and he could hear her shoulders crack.
“And she has profited, too,” she said. “She is very much in love with her husband. But Wyldon,” his name a jolt—one of those burdened fingers sharp at his chest—“Sarai is not stupid. She would have made a terrible Queen.”
“This is all speculative, My lady.”
“Sometimes I indulge.” Kalasin shrugged, her smile sinking back into her skin, face taking on the still lines Wydon remembered from her childhood, but grown to new strength.
“I am a very good Empress,” she told him. “I am unsure if anyone suspected this of me, when they decided to change my life. But it does mean, Sir Wyldon, that I am not scared to interrupt you.”
“My lady. I did not—”
“—I passed a probation of my own.”
QC by: jazzyjess