Post by Kris11 on Dec 1, 2011 13:27:46 GMT 10
To: Elvensmith
Message: This is sometime before In The Hands of the Goddess, I think, or a missing scene from it. Enjoy, Elvensmith!
From: KrisEleven
Title: Secrets and Snow
Rating: G
Words: 651
Wishlist Item: George/Rispah (with snow)
Summary: When it is snowing the Lower City is almost peaceful... too bad Rispah is a little too observant about her cousin's feelings.
George leaned against the window frame, watching the snow fall outside the Dancing Dove. It was nearing dawn, and the Lower City was peaceful, the falling snow adding softness to a world that was all too often built from hard, sharp people and lessons.
It was one of George’s favourite sights. He was careful, though, even in this moment of relaxation to stand back against the frame, with no light at his back to give an outline to anyone lurking who may want to challenge him for his place as King.
There was a creak as the door to his bedchamber opened and someone stepped carefully inside, but he caught the hint of a scent and a reflection in the window and returned to his thoughts.
With the window pulled open, he could smell winter in the air. One of the few times his Lower City smelled fresh, surely.
“You are goin’ to catch your death standin’ shiverin’ in the cold like this,” his watcher said.
George smiled. He had been wondering how long his cousin would be willing to put up with the chill in the air before she would broke her silence.
“It clears my head,” he replied.
Rispah's skirts rustled as she crossed the room in the dark, setting herself against the other side of the window, out of sight of the street and out of the draft of cold air.
“Somethin’ to be worryin’ on?” she asked, her expression serious.
“Nothin’ Court related,” he assured her. He looked back out of the window; the first hints of light were showing in the grey sky. He did note that tensions eased in Rispah’s forehead and shoulders, but he was watching the clumps of snow float past and missed her grin.
“Ah, the noble girl-warrior on your mind, then?”
George didn’t show the surprise he felt, but his eyes flicked to his cousin’s face. There was more than a hint of wickedness in her expression.
“She hides it well,” she said, “but I know that look in your eyes, George, and I’m fairly sure you haven’t started to look at men in that fashion.”
George kept his expression bland. “Alan and I have something truly special.” Rispah grinned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t expect you to understand,” he said with a sigh.
“All right,” she said, laughing. “I didn’t want you to admit anythin’. Enjoy the cold.”
George smiled until the door shut behind her. Then he bit his lip and shook his head. He shouldn’t have relaxed his guard with Alanna, not for a moment, not even in the Dancing Dove, not with his own family. Alanna’s secret was not his to reveal with his carelessness.
As to what Rispah claimed...yes, the lass was intriguing, but she had been so even as a lad. It was her spirit and perseverance and the god-touched light that surrounded her, not any romantic interest on George’s behalf....
He practiced believing that until he could convince himself it was true.
There were goosebumps on his arms, but he stayed by the window a little longer. Dawn was truly breaking now, and with it the honest folk of the Lower City were beginning to rise. Lights flickered on in more windows as candles and lamps were lit for the maids and stable-hands and shop-owners to find their ways.
Soon the smooth blanket of snow would be crushed into grey slush, the muffled silence rising slowly into the crescendo of a normal day with the poor of Corus going about their lives.
George savoured the feeling of serenity, the quiet stillness, and the shock of cold in the air in his liar’s palace along with his love for Alanna. He thought the very fires of her would melt it, eventually, but it would keep his lass safe a little longer.
He turned away from the window with a grin. Time for another day.
Message: This is sometime before In The Hands of the Goddess, I think, or a missing scene from it. Enjoy, Elvensmith!
From: KrisEleven
Title: Secrets and Snow
Rating: G
Words: 651
Wishlist Item: George/Rispah (with snow)
Summary: When it is snowing the Lower City is almost peaceful... too bad Rispah is a little too observant about her cousin's feelings.
George leaned against the window frame, watching the snow fall outside the Dancing Dove. It was nearing dawn, and the Lower City was peaceful, the falling snow adding softness to a world that was all too often built from hard, sharp people and lessons.
It was one of George’s favourite sights. He was careful, though, even in this moment of relaxation to stand back against the frame, with no light at his back to give an outline to anyone lurking who may want to challenge him for his place as King.
There was a creak as the door to his bedchamber opened and someone stepped carefully inside, but he caught the hint of a scent and a reflection in the window and returned to his thoughts.
With the window pulled open, he could smell winter in the air. One of the few times his Lower City smelled fresh, surely.
“You are goin’ to catch your death standin’ shiverin’ in the cold like this,” his watcher said.
George smiled. He had been wondering how long his cousin would be willing to put up with the chill in the air before she would broke her silence.
“It clears my head,” he replied.
Rispah's skirts rustled as she crossed the room in the dark, setting herself against the other side of the window, out of sight of the street and out of the draft of cold air.
“Somethin’ to be worryin’ on?” she asked, her expression serious.
“Nothin’ Court related,” he assured her. He looked back out of the window; the first hints of light were showing in the grey sky. He did note that tensions eased in Rispah’s forehead and shoulders, but he was watching the clumps of snow float past and missed her grin.
“Ah, the noble girl-warrior on your mind, then?”
George didn’t show the surprise he felt, but his eyes flicked to his cousin’s face. There was more than a hint of wickedness in her expression.
“She hides it well,” she said, “but I know that look in your eyes, George, and I’m fairly sure you haven’t started to look at men in that fashion.”
George kept his expression bland. “Alan and I have something truly special.” Rispah grinned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t expect you to understand,” he said with a sigh.
“All right,” she said, laughing. “I didn’t want you to admit anythin’. Enjoy the cold.”
George smiled until the door shut behind her. Then he bit his lip and shook his head. He shouldn’t have relaxed his guard with Alanna, not for a moment, not even in the Dancing Dove, not with his own family. Alanna’s secret was not his to reveal with his carelessness.
As to what Rispah claimed...yes, the lass was intriguing, but she had been so even as a lad. It was her spirit and perseverance and the god-touched light that surrounded her, not any romantic interest on George’s behalf....
He practiced believing that until he could convince himself it was true.
There were goosebumps on his arms, but he stayed by the window a little longer. Dawn was truly breaking now, and with it the honest folk of the Lower City were beginning to rise. Lights flickered on in more windows as candles and lamps were lit for the maids and stable-hands and shop-owners to find their ways.
Soon the smooth blanket of snow would be crushed into grey slush, the muffled silence rising slowly into the crescendo of a normal day with the poor of Corus going about their lives.
George savoured the feeling of serenity, the quiet stillness, and the shock of cold in the air in his liar’s palace along with his love for Alanna. He thought the very fires of her would melt it, eventually, but it would keep his lass safe a little longer.
He turned away from the window with a grin. Time for another day.