Post by wordy on Oct 2, 2011 22:03:48 GMT 10
Title: Turning over a new leaf
Rating: PG
Word Count: 272
Card: spring
Bingo: garden + fun + spring + blue + sun
Summary: Kel finds a way to get over her heartbreak (or, The One Where Kel Really Does Have A Thing For Older Men).
There was nothing quite so frustrating, Kel was discovering, as the weather refusing to co-operate when you were in a truly wretched mood.
Despite the way her thoughts kept rattling around her head with what-ifs, and the horrendous amount of work that seemed to keep piling up whenever she turned her back for a moment, the sun kept shining and the canopy of sky above New Hope remained clear and blue. It was, honestly, difficult to sulk in such a happy environment.
Difficult, but not impossible. Her relationship with Lindhall had been irrational, yet she couldn’t help but try and count the ways in which it had been so, so right. She missed their long conversations, his letters, his touch.
Being back at New Hope had, ironically, prompted an unexpected feeling of hopelessness.
Neal was avoiding her, she was certain. Not because she was prone to bursts of tears or other dramatics, but perhaps because he could tell—in the way that only an annoyingly close friend knew how—that she was trying to hold it in. If she could just hold everything in, then soon the feelings would diminish, and she’d go back to how she was before.
She hadn’t let herself wonder if it was working or not.
And when the supply wagon had arrived, and a certain mage with it, she hadn’t wondered then, either. After that, things had just...happened. Some people at court had whispered that Daine was too young for him, almost half his age; what did that make her?
But then, she mused, what was the point if you couldn’t be irrational once in a while?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 272
Card: spring
Bingo: garden + fun + spring + blue + sun
Summary: Kel finds a way to get over her heartbreak (or, The One Where Kel Really Does Have A Thing For Older Men).
There was nothing quite so frustrating, Kel was discovering, as the weather refusing to co-operate when you were in a truly wretched mood.
Despite the way her thoughts kept rattling around her head with what-ifs, and the horrendous amount of work that seemed to keep piling up whenever she turned her back for a moment, the sun kept shining and the canopy of sky above New Hope remained clear and blue. It was, honestly, difficult to sulk in such a happy environment.
Difficult, but not impossible. Her relationship with Lindhall had been irrational, yet she couldn’t help but try and count the ways in which it had been so, so right. She missed their long conversations, his letters, his touch.
Being back at New Hope had, ironically, prompted an unexpected feeling of hopelessness.
Neal was avoiding her, she was certain. Not because she was prone to bursts of tears or other dramatics, but perhaps because he could tell—in the way that only an annoyingly close friend knew how—that she was trying to hold it in. If she could just hold everything in, then soon the feelings would diminish, and she’d go back to how she was before.
She hadn’t let herself wonder if it was working or not.
And when the supply wagon had arrived, and a certain mage with it, she hadn’t wondered then, either. After that, things had just...happened. Some people at court had whispered that Daine was too young for him, almost half his age; what did that make her?
But then, she mused, what was the point if you couldn’t be irrational once in a while?
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!