Post by Kit on May 12, 2011 22:32:07 GMT 10
Title: Lyric
Rating: G
Word Count: 309
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: A first encounter, set to music. Silly music.
IF I ADMIRE or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me...
“Oh, no. I’m sorry! Don’t stop.”
Dunlath was cool and quiet, and full of flagstones that took up echoes and spread them far. Dangerous, if you were a mad liege-lady who sang to herself. Maura forced her hands still as she turned to face her eavesdropper. There was no point in blushing, or clutching at her mouth as if it were an offence.
Kel was gangly without armour or dress tunic. Slightly rumpled, as if drawn from her room—perhaps she had been. She was also smiling, and her hazel eyes were very dark. “Please, Lady Maura. That was lovely. I just wanted to hear who—“she swallowed. “I haven’t heard anyone any good in years,” she said, as if that explained her presence in Maura’s corridor—this newly appointed guard currently wearing only one sock.
“The idea that you’d have to come to Dunlath to hear good music is alarming,” Maura managed. She felt her face tilt and twist in a grin which was probably as unattractive and queer to look at as her embarrassment. “And gratifying, too.”
“What’s the rest of it?” Kel shifted her weight, leaning slightly against the cold wall, smiling back at Maura.
“You’ll blush,”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll blush.”
“I think,” said Kel, “You’re already doing that.”
“If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me;
Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might you leave me. I ask'd you leave—”
“—And they’d just go?”
“Hush. You bade me love; is 't now a time to chide me?”
“Oh, I see.” Kel grinned, letting the tune slip warmly about her, while Maura, still singing, rolled her eyes.
“No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me. “
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 309
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: A first encounter, set to music. Silly music.
IF I ADMIRE or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me...
“Oh, no. I’m sorry! Don’t stop.”
Dunlath was cool and quiet, and full of flagstones that took up echoes and spread them far. Dangerous, if you were a mad liege-lady who sang to herself. Maura forced her hands still as she turned to face her eavesdropper. There was no point in blushing, or clutching at her mouth as if it were an offence.
Kel was gangly without armour or dress tunic. Slightly rumpled, as if drawn from her room—perhaps she had been. She was also smiling, and her hazel eyes were very dark. “Please, Lady Maura. That was lovely. I just wanted to hear who—“she swallowed. “I haven’t heard anyone any good in years,” she said, as if that explained her presence in Maura’s corridor—this newly appointed guard currently wearing only one sock.
“The idea that you’d have to come to Dunlath to hear good music is alarming,” Maura managed. She felt her face tilt and twist in a grin which was probably as unattractive and queer to look at as her embarrassment. “And gratifying, too.”
“What’s the rest of it?” Kel shifted her weight, leaning slightly against the cold wall, smiling back at Maura.
“You’ll blush,”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll blush.”
“I think,” said Kel, “You’re already doing that.”
“If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me;
Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might you leave me. I ask'd you leave—”
“—And they’d just go?”
“Hush. You bade me love; is 't now a time to chide me?”
“Oh, I see.” Kel grinned, letting the tune slip warmly about her, while Maura, still singing, rolled her eyes.
“No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me. “
QC: by Cassandra