Post by Katty on Apr 16, 2011 16:39:00 GMT 10
SMACKDOWN 2011
ROUND 1 FIGHT H - WINNER'S FIC
CIRCLECEST v DELIA/JOSIANE
ROUND 1 FIGHT H - WINNER'S FIC
CIRCLECEST v DELIA/JOSIANE
“You can say an awful lot just by staring at me, darling. I hope you know that.”
Jon’s bed was a useful thing, and the princess and the lady had long ago discovered they did not need him to be in it.
Delia smiled, running one small hand over the Josianne’s shoulder, up the smooth length of her neck. Each touch was possessive, quickly intimate, and she laughed as Josianne flushed and glared, a low noise coming from her throat.
“What have I been saying now?” Josianne pulled away to look at the other woman.
“That you just want to eat me up,” Delia drawled. She paused, and then leant in to kiss her cheek. “Dubious phrasing, perhaps.”
Josianne was not listening. She was on her feet in a few breaths, long-handled axe out from beneath the bed, eyes wild, as their window shattered.
The glass dragon rasped at her, a noise that made Delia’s skin crawl and tighten, made her nails dig into her palms. It flew through the window, clattering, and Delia stepped behind the taller woman, her hands moving to her hair. “Kill it,” she gasped.
“I really would do that.” A tall, black woman with a long staff stood in the doorway, watching the creature.
“She was curious.” This, from a smaller, slighter figure with the most perfect clothes Delia had ever seen. The girl wrapped her arms around Daja from behind, but her blue eyes were narrow with displeasure as she eyed Delia. “How could you attack someone for curiosity? “
“Easily,” Delia said, while Josianne rushed Daja. Staff met axe handle with a clack, a crash, and Sandry, pushed back, was an easy target now. Delia stepped forward. Poison ring? Shiny dagger? Poison ring—such a nice emerald—or shiny dagger? There were many, many options. The glass dragon flew at her, but she caught in a surprisingly easy grip—Josianne, bless her, had been teaching her things—and raised the shrilling, shrieking creature so it might turn to shards on Prince Jon’s flagstones.
“Tris!” This from both their strange attackers, Daja barely winded under Josianne’s assault—though it was hard not to be distracted by any woman who could wield an axe naked—and Sandry still glaring at Delia as if she were some gauche servant.
Suddenly, her nightdress tightened—shrank smaller and smaller and yet refused to tear, instead cutting into the woman’s skin. “What—how—?”
“Put Chime down, please,” Sandry whispered. “I really must insist.”
“I’d do what she says, if I were you.” Briar sauntered into the room, eying fine furnishings—one of the rugs might go for two majas, though Daja and Sandry would know better. He’d ask them later. Seeing that Daja was holding her own against the Rittevon woman, and knowing he’d be more hindrance than help against anyone quite so...unencumbered, he turned instead to Sandry and the lady who’s green eyes were almost the same shade as his own.
“You,” he said. “Look a right mess.”
“I’m a traitoress,” Delia hissed. “That doesn’t mean I have to be insulted.” She lurched forward, gasping as her flesh continued to part beneath vicious silk, and Briar caught a flash of bright emerald in the hand that flew up to his face. He breathed in. Not the best idea. Chime, released and forgotten, screamed grit-filled wrath as he staggered.
Tris scowled, breathing hard as she climbed the final stairs behind her friends to survey the growing carnage within. “This is a mess.”
Josianne, keeping Daja back even though she just wanted to scream and set fire to the whole room, scowled back at the red-haired woman. Lighting jumped from hand to hand.
“Touch anything,” hissed the princess, “And I’ll break every bone in your body.”
Tris smiled thinly. “No,” she said. “I’ve already been there.”
White fire streaked out to form a cage about one of the last scion’s of House Rittevon, and Josianne screamed when Daja stepped away, and the head of her faithful axe began to melt all down her hands. Delia stared, sagging forward.
“Need a hand, Sandrilene?” Tris let the lightning creep out towards Delia in her bloody rags, while the Sandry shook her head.
“No, she’s finally quiet. Briar might, though.”
“Doesn’t he always?”
“Oi!” The plant mage staggered to his feet, eyeing Delia with distaste while Daja picked her up and gently laid her beside her crisp co-conspirator. “Just because you all had everything so well in hand...”
“You’re gruesome,” Sandry sniffed, running a hand over Daja’s rumpled tunic so all signs of the battle might fade away.
“You know,” Briar mused. “She said traitoress. Did we just foil regicide?”
"I don't think traitoress is a word," Daja said, kissing Sandry lightly. "Tris?"
Tris only shook her head and kissed Briar, while Chime flew back to her shoulder and, if glass dragons can wonder anything, wondered why her explorations had run mad.
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THE RESULT - TEAM CIRCLECEST!
BREAKDOWN:
Circlecest - 45 Fics
Delia/Josiane - 19 Fics
EXCLUDED - 1 Fics
TOTAL - 65 Fics
THANK YOU: To the SMACKDOWN Admin and Mods as well as all the participants and spectators! BIG hugs to Kit and Ren for writing the winner's fics!
THE RESULT - TEAM CIRCLECEST!
BREAKDOWN:
Circlecest - 45 Fics
Delia/Josiane - 19 Fics
EXCLUDED - 1 Fics
TOTAL - 65 Fics
THANK YOU: To the SMACKDOWN Admin and Mods as well as all the participants and spectators! BIG hugs to Kit and Ren for writing the winner's fics!
Lovely fic! Great fights on both sides!
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!