Post by Elsceetaria on Dec 3, 2011 17:35:20 GMT 10
To: Isha
Message: I found the sig you made, and it was so amazing I felt the need to write you fic. Sorry that it's so awkward.
From: Elscy
Title: Awkward
Rating: PG
Words: 273
Wishlist Item: Mistletoe Kel/Wyldon
Summary: There is mistletoe in the door to Wyldon's chambers.
Wyldon looked up and grimaced. It seemed that someone had decided to place some mistletoe above the door to his chambers, and now would be just the time to notice since he was standing there in naught but his hose holding the door open after Kel had knocked. He felt his cheeks begin to warm, as Kel looked up, “Sir, is that what I think it is?”
Wlydon replied, “Yes, I am afraid it is.”
Kel really wasn’t sure what to make of it. Her cheeks also began to flush, but before she had the chance to make a decision, a shove from behind sent her sailing into her former training master’s arms. He and she both awkwardly to extract themselves from the situation with as little to do as possible, yet somehow they managed to brush lips in the process.
Kel felt awkward, but worse it was as though an electric current had run through her just as their lips had touched. She stood there feeling a bit shell shocked as Wyldon shut the door. Whatever she had had to say could wait at least until he had found a tunic.
***
“That was jolly,” Owen said smiling from just around the corner. “How did you make sure they would actually kiss?”
“It’s a bit of a charm I picked up from a wise woman a few years back. Never thought I’d actually have a chance to use it,” Neal replied.
The two burst out in giggles as if they were young girls while they wondered if they could get Raoul to come to the door before the charm lost it’s effect.
Message: I found the sig you made, and it was so amazing I felt the need to write you fic. Sorry that it's so awkward.
From: Elscy
Title: Awkward
Rating: PG
Words: 273
Wishlist Item: Mistletoe Kel/Wyldon
Summary: There is mistletoe in the door to Wyldon's chambers.
Wyldon looked up and grimaced. It seemed that someone had decided to place some mistletoe above the door to his chambers, and now would be just the time to notice since he was standing there in naught but his hose holding the door open after Kel had knocked. He felt his cheeks begin to warm, as Kel looked up, “Sir, is that what I think it is?”
Wlydon replied, “Yes, I am afraid it is.”
Kel really wasn’t sure what to make of it. Her cheeks also began to flush, but before she had the chance to make a decision, a shove from behind sent her sailing into her former training master’s arms. He and she both awkwardly to extract themselves from the situation with as little to do as possible, yet somehow they managed to brush lips in the process.
Kel felt awkward, but worse it was as though an electric current had run through her just as their lips had touched. She stood there feeling a bit shell shocked as Wyldon shut the door. Whatever she had had to say could wait at least until he had found a tunic.
***
“That was jolly,” Owen said smiling from just around the corner. “How did you make sure they would actually kiss?”
“It’s a bit of a charm I picked up from a wise woman a few years back. Never thought I’d actually have a chance to use it,” Neal replied.
The two burst out in giggles as if they were young girls while they wondered if they could get Raoul to come to the door before the charm lost it’s effect.