Post by Lisa on Mar 17, 2011 22:18:40 GMT 10
Title: With a Glance
Rating: PG
Word Count: 487
Pairing: Maura/Kel
Fight: 1C
Summary: When Kel is around, the sparks that are flying change.
“And will you consider what I’ve asked?” Joren asks huskily, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. He’s surprisingly gentle. Not that I expect a man to be rough when he’s wooing a girl – but still, coming from him, it’s different.
“I told you I would think about it,” I reply.
“But surely we know what the answer will be,” he says, an arrogant smile spreading across his beautiful face. “You never say no.”
It’s true. Since we were children, I’ve always let him have his way. I’m the elder by two months, and he always let me have the final say. My response to such a kindness was to allow him to make our decisions. “Maybe this time I will,” I tell him, laughing as he tugs me closer.
When his lips meet mine, they’re familiar – but it’s always a thrill. He knows how to kiss a girl; it was a skill he picked up sometime between twelve and fifteen, though I can’t imagine where. I don’t really want to know about it – I just want him to keep kissing me, of all people. Me, a plain girl from the mountains with freckles and no cares about fashion.
I open my eyes to see a girl staring at us from around the corner of the corridor. I recognize her from a visit to Dunlath a couple of years before – she is squire to Raoul of Goldenlake now. And her hazel eyes lock on mine, watching us with no expression whatsoever on her face.
But Joren senses something is different, and jerks away from me. His entire body tenses when he sees her, reminding me of an angry mountain cat who has sensed a threat. Keladry mumbles an inaudible excuse, walking past us. But she looks over her shoulder at him, then at me, and this time I can read her expression. She is curious. What kind of girl wins the heart – or at least, the attention – of Joren of Stone Mountain?
In that moment, I wonder what I look like to her. Does she assume that since I’m with him, I agree with him? Does she wonder how I can stand to be with a man who thinks so low of her, or does she perhaps guess that there’s a long history between Dunlath and Stone Mountain, and years of understanding between us?
The corners of her mouth – a mouth I recall being so quick to smile, when she was in Dunlath – turn downward. She’s disappointed in me. She sees a plain girl who’s captivated by a beautiful boy.
Then she leaves, as quickly as all that. But the muscles in Joren’s shoulders don’t unclench, and his face remains twisted in an unflattering scowl. He stares after her, something in his eyes I just can’t read. Is it hatred? Obsession? Something more sinister than that, even?
And I find that I’m disappointed in me.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 487
Pairing: Maura/Kel
Fight: 1C
Summary: When Kel is around, the sparks that are flying change.
“And will you consider what I’ve asked?” Joren asks huskily, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. He’s surprisingly gentle. Not that I expect a man to be rough when he’s wooing a girl – but still, coming from him, it’s different.
“I told you I would think about it,” I reply.
“But surely we know what the answer will be,” he says, an arrogant smile spreading across his beautiful face. “You never say no.”
It’s true. Since we were children, I’ve always let him have his way. I’m the elder by two months, and he always let me have the final say. My response to such a kindness was to allow him to make our decisions. “Maybe this time I will,” I tell him, laughing as he tugs me closer.
When his lips meet mine, they’re familiar – but it’s always a thrill. He knows how to kiss a girl; it was a skill he picked up sometime between twelve and fifteen, though I can’t imagine where. I don’t really want to know about it – I just want him to keep kissing me, of all people. Me, a plain girl from the mountains with freckles and no cares about fashion.
I open my eyes to see a girl staring at us from around the corner of the corridor. I recognize her from a visit to Dunlath a couple of years before – she is squire to Raoul of Goldenlake now. And her hazel eyes lock on mine, watching us with no expression whatsoever on her face.
But Joren senses something is different, and jerks away from me. His entire body tenses when he sees her, reminding me of an angry mountain cat who has sensed a threat. Keladry mumbles an inaudible excuse, walking past us. But she looks over her shoulder at him, then at me, and this time I can read her expression. She is curious. What kind of girl wins the heart – or at least, the attention – of Joren of Stone Mountain?
In that moment, I wonder what I look like to her. Does she assume that since I’m with him, I agree with him? Does she wonder how I can stand to be with a man who thinks so low of her, or does she perhaps guess that there’s a long history between Dunlath and Stone Mountain, and years of understanding between us?
The corners of her mouth – a mouth I recall being so quick to smile, when she was in Dunlath – turn downward. She’s disappointed in me. She sees a plain girl who’s captivated by a beautiful boy.
Then she leaves, as quickly as all that. But the muscles in Joren’s shoulders don’t unclench, and his face remains twisted in an unflattering scowl. He stares after her, something in his eyes I just can’t read. Is it hatred? Obsession? Something more sinister than that, even?
And I find that I’m disappointed in me.
QC: by Cassandra