Post by pandora on Sept 4, 2011 13:17:29 GMT 10
Title: Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
Rating: G
Word Count: 364
Card: Summer
Bingo: Sweat, Discussions, Relax, Cotton, Lemonade
Summary: Neal has concerns about his sisters upcoming marriage.
"Neal," Kel began patiently, "what exactly is the problem with Sir Balduin marrying your sister? He's a sensible man, and he seems very fond of her."
"Disart is a good house,” Faleron tried to reason. “You may not know Balduin well, but I fought with him at the coast, Neal - he'll be good to Lady Jessamine."
Neal glared at Faleron as he angrily slurped him lemonade.
"What's this really about Neal?" Kel asked, somewhat reluctant.
Neal muttered under his breath a few moments while tying his handkerchief in knots, as his friends waited with varying amounts of patience. "He's too cursed tall!" he finally snapped.
"Now you're just being absurd."
"I'm not! He's a freak of nature! My sister's tiny! He should marry someone more like you, Kel!"
"A fellow freak you mean?" Kel asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"What? No!" Neal spluttered, "I mean someone tall!"
"Freakishly tall?" Fal teased as Kel elbowed him.
Neal growled something about undependability and false friends as he proceeded to mistreat his poor handkerchief - the cotton straining as it was twisted far beyond what seemed possible. Eventually, despite Neal’s protests, Kel confiscated the abused material.
“So this is what the valiant defenders of the Realm do in their time off. Fight over ladies handkerchiefs,” a familiar voice drawled.
Kel looked up in surprise to find Sergeant Domitan of Masbolle standing over them, complete with hands in pockets and lazy smile.
Neal glowered at his cousin. “It’s my handkerchief.”
“Oh,” Dom said, lowering himself to sit by Kel, “I assumed from the feminine colouring it must belong to my fair cousin-in-law.”
"We're trying to work out what exactly Sir Balduin has done to offend your cousin here,” Faleron informed the smiling sergeant.
Dom laughed, and even after these many years it still made Kel's heart flutter.
"Sir Meathead is just sore because Sir Balduin didn't ask his permission first."
Faleron frowned. "I thought your parents approved the match."
"Yes, but I didn't!" Neal cried. "He never asked MY permission!"
"Oh, Neal," Kel chuckled, patting her friend on the shoulder. "I'm sure he meant to, stop worrying about it. It's hot enough, and you're starting to sweat."
Rating: G
Word Count: 364
Card: Summer
Bingo: Sweat, Discussions, Relax, Cotton, Lemonade
Summary: Neal has concerns about his sisters upcoming marriage.
"Neal," Kel began patiently, "what exactly is the problem with Sir Balduin marrying your sister? He's a sensible man, and he seems very fond of her."
"Disart is a good house,” Faleron tried to reason. “You may not know Balduin well, but I fought with him at the coast, Neal - he'll be good to Lady Jessamine."
Neal glared at Faleron as he angrily slurped him lemonade.
"What's this really about Neal?" Kel asked, somewhat reluctant.
Neal muttered under his breath a few moments while tying his handkerchief in knots, as his friends waited with varying amounts of patience. "He's too cursed tall!" he finally snapped.
"Now you're just being absurd."
"I'm not! He's a freak of nature! My sister's tiny! He should marry someone more like you, Kel!"
"A fellow freak you mean?" Kel asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"What? No!" Neal spluttered, "I mean someone tall!"
"Freakishly tall?" Fal teased as Kel elbowed him.
Neal growled something about undependability and false friends as he proceeded to mistreat his poor handkerchief - the cotton straining as it was twisted far beyond what seemed possible. Eventually, despite Neal’s protests, Kel confiscated the abused material.
“So this is what the valiant defenders of the Realm do in their time off. Fight over ladies handkerchiefs,” a familiar voice drawled.
Kel looked up in surprise to find Sergeant Domitan of Masbolle standing over them, complete with hands in pockets and lazy smile.
Neal glowered at his cousin. “It’s my handkerchief.”
“Oh,” Dom said, lowering himself to sit by Kel, “I assumed from the feminine colouring it must belong to my fair cousin-in-law.”
"We're trying to work out what exactly Sir Balduin has done to offend your cousin here,” Faleron informed the smiling sergeant.
Dom laughed, and even after these many years it still made Kel's heart flutter.
"Sir Meathead is just sore because Sir Balduin didn't ask his permission first."
Faleron frowned. "I thought your parents approved the match."
"Yes, but I didn't!" Neal cried. "He never asked MY permission!"
"Oh, Neal," Kel chuckled, patting her friend on the shoulder. "I'm sure he meant to, stop worrying about it. It's hot enough, and you're starting to sweat."