Post by wordy on Jan 11, 2012 18:24:31 GMT 10
Title: Sexy Medieval Nurse Isn’t Really An Option, Then?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Summary: Douglass wears a dress and the Rogue is, more or less, Zorro.
“I’ve looked absolutely everywhere. I must be the only squire in the palace left without a costume, even Alan’s got one, some sort of dragon-horse-wyvern...thing. I think. And all Gwynnen gave me were these old rags, and none of them are my colour anyway.” Douglass went to heave his armful of dresses onto his bed but stopped short. “What are you supposed to be?”
“The King of the Rogue, of course,” said Sacherell. He took a dagger from his belt and waved it around in what he probably assumed was a dashing and mysterious manner; instead, it looked as if he were trying to skewer a rather troublesome fly. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think the Rogue wears a mask,” said Douglass.
“How would you know?”
Douglass looked at him dubiously.
Sacherell raised an eyebrow. “Exactly.”
With a sigh, Douglass dropped the dresses on the floor and slumped down beside them. “I might as well not go. Costume parties are stupid, anyway.”
“You could just go as a flower seller,” Sacherell suggested, bending to shuffle through the pile of satin gowns. “Better than nothing.”
“Or you could go as one, and I’ll be the Rogue,” said Douglass hopefully.
“Don’t be daft. Your eyes are the wrong colour.”
“Now you’re just making it up. The King of the Rogue might wear a mask,” Douglass allowed, “but there’s no way you’ve been close enough to know what colour his eyes are.”
In response, Douglass caught a faceful of satin and lace. “Just put this on, will you?” Sacherell kicked the rest of the dresses aside and then crossed the room, pausing at the doorway. “I’ll grab some flowers from the courtyard. You’d better be wearing that thing when I get back.”
Douglass grumbled, but did as he was told, pulling off his shirt and yanking the red monstrosity on over his head. It made his ribs itch, and his chest looked almost concave amongst all the lace. “The Rogue could have green eyes!” he yelled unhappily after Sacherell.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Summary: Douglass wears a dress and the Rogue is, more or less, Zorro.
“I’ve looked absolutely everywhere. I must be the only squire in the palace left without a costume, even Alan’s got one, some sort of dragon-horse-wyvern...thing. I think. And all Gwynnen gave me were these old rags, and none of them are my colour anyway.” Douglass went to heave his armful of dresses onto his bed but stopped short. “What are you supposed to be?”
“The King of the Rogue, of course,” said Sacherell. He took a dagger from his belt and waved it around in what he probably assumed was a dashing and mysterious manner; instead, it looked as if he were trying to skewer a rather troublesome fly. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think the Rogue wears a mask,” said Douglass.
“How would you know?”
Douglass looked at him dubiously.
Sacherell raised an eyebrow. “Exactly.”
With a sigh, Douglass dropped the dresses on the floor and slumped down beside them. “I might as well not go. Costume parties are stupid, anyway.”
“You could just go as a flower seller,” Sacherell suggested, bending to shuffle through the pile of satin gowns. “Better than nothing.”
“Or you could go as one, and I’ll be the Rogue,” said Douglass hopefully.
“Don’t be daft. Your eyes are the wrong colour.”
“Now you’re just making it up. The King of the Rogue might wear a mask,” Douglass allowed, “but there’s no way you’ve been close enough to know what colour his eyes are.”
In response, Douglass caught a faceful of satin and lace. “Just put this on, will you?” Sacherell kicked the rest of the dresses aside and then crossed the room, pausing at the doorway. “I’ll grab some flowers from the courtyard. You’d better be wearing that thing when I get back.”
Douglass grumbled, but did as he was told, pulling off his shirt and yanking the red monstrosity on over his head. It made his ribs itch, and his chest looked almost concave amongst all the lace. “The Rogue could have green eyes!” he yelled unhappily after Sacherell.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!