Post by ubiquitous on Feb 25, 2012 15:00:42 GMT 10
To: indifferentred
Message: Apologies for the lateness. It feels like it's been forever since I've written Kel/Dom and so I really enjoyed revisiting this pairing. I am not entirely sure if this fits the request in your 'dear author' letter, but I do hope you enjoy it.
From: Isha
Title: Moments
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 164
Wishlist Item: 5. Kel/Dom
Summary: Moments in the relationship of Keladry and Domitan with the King's Own.
The first time Dom kisses Kel, he’s had far too much wine, and because he didn’t have think to take enough money for wine and poker, he’s lost the clothes off his back gambling. Dimly, he thinks that five gold nobles is a very high price for kissing a pretty girl like her, but it was Wolset’s bet, and now he can’t remember how this could be losing. Aiden follows a respectable distance behind, to make sure he follows through, and hopefully to make sure he doesn’t pass out in the halls for the servants to find him.
He knocks, probably a little too loudly, he realises as he stumbles mere moments later when Kel opens the door. “Dom?” Kel looks alarmed, and Dom will probably figure out why in the morning, but for now, he has business to attend to. He grabs Kel’s arm and pulls her roughly to him, ignoring her gasp, and kisses her thoroughly.
She looks a little wide eyed and breathless once he’s done, but he feels like the cat that got the cream. He kisses her again, a gentle touch of the lips, and heads to his rooms grinning like a madman, hoping that he’ll still remember this feeling in the morning.
***
Wolset takes a look at the two of them together, grins, and says “about time,” before he heads off to the rest of the squad. By the end of the day, all of Third Company knows about them without Kel or Dom saying a word.
***
It’s Lerant who catches Dom alone, the standard bearer’s eyes deadly serious as he warns Dom that he’d better do the right thing by Kel, or he’ll answer to Third Company. Dom isn’t sure whether to be pleased at their overprotectiveness, offended at them taking his side over his, or insulted that they think he would do such a thing. In the end, he confides his feelings to Lerant, who merely rolls his eyes and tells Dom that he’s been warned.
Later that night, as he settles himself in his tent, he notices the watch glancing back at the camp. He feels slightly uneasy when he realises that they’re on the watch for him, and reminds himself that he isn’t planning to do anything that will incur their wrath.
***
Kel joins Dom on his watch, her arm linked through his as they sit together in the dark. It would be too easy to kiss her, to lose himself in the warmth of her love, just for a little while. But they’re on watch, and they can’t afford such distractions. Not here, not now, and so Dom settles for holding her hand in his as they keep alert in the moonlight.
***
Kel has missed Dom, but she has also missed the Own. Their banter and camaraderie fills her with warmth, and over the years, they’ve become like family to her. What she doesn’t miss, she discovers late at night as she pulls two slimy frogs from her bedroll, are their pranks.
***
Kel is having a quiet dinner with Dom at the Jugged Hare, when she begins to choke on her cider. She points at her throat as she gasps for air, and Dom thumps her back until a small object comes out of her throat and clinks onto the table, letting her breathe again. Picking up the object, she recognises it for what it is - a silver betrothal ring. Her shock and confusion is mirrored in his face, which confounds her even more, until she hears a muffled giggle. Dom hears it too, and he goes red with anger when he spies Wolset and Fulcher. Kel stops him from confronting them with a small shake of her head. She knows the boys had good intentions, even if they were meddling. A part of her is disappointed that the ring isn’t from Dom, but she understands his need to stay with the Own, so she plasters a smile on her face and does her best to smooth the incident over.
***
Alan of Pirate’s Swoop is riding on the other side of Raoul, and once the Lady Knight and Squire finish teasing Raoul, Kel finds the tables turn on her. “Ma told me to tell you that she’s happy to hear about you and Dom, but thinks you could do far better than a relative of her former squire,” Alan calls out cheekily. Raoul grins, and Kel tries to keep from blushing.
Dom sidles up next to Alan, saying archly, “You can assure the Lioness that the Masbolles do not suffer the same insanity that Meathead does.”
“Meathead?” Alan asks as Raoul raises an eyebrow.
“Sir Meathead,” Kel reminds Dom teasingly, stifling a giggle.
“Forgive me, Lady Knight.” Dom says with a flourish, “Sir Meathead, is the moniker used by countless Masbolles to address the Lioness’s former squire.”
“And by ‘countless’, you mean only you,” Raoul comments dryly.
Kel shakes her head at their folly. “I’m not sure that they don’t suffer the same insanity,” she confides to Alan in an exaggerated whisper. Dom clutches his hand to his heart in response, feigning horror, while Alan gives him a good-natured shove.
****
“It’s time,” Dom says, and Raoul raises an eyebrow as Buri pulls up the covers. Why Dom has decided to crash into his tent halfway through the night is still a mystery, and given that Raoul was busy warming his wife on this cold night, he hopes that the sergeant will hurry up with whatever this revelation is. Dom holds out a piece of parchment to Raoul. “I’m leaving the Own. My resignation.”
Raoul nods, and excuses himself to Buri, thanking the Gods he still had his breeches on. He pulls on a shirt and motions for Dom to follow him outside the tent, because he doesn’t want to do this while he’s half-naked in his bedroll.. “This couldn’t wait until morning?”
“With my Lord’s permission, I plan to leave at first light. I have a long way to ride, and the leaves are already falling.” Dom’s voice is too calm, too even, and too formal.
“You don’t have to do this, she’ll wait for you.”
“She would wait forever if I let her. I see the look in her eyes when she plays with Neal’s children, and I know she’s ready to settle down, but she won’t ask me to leave, because she understands the life of a soldier. She doesn’t realise that I want it too. I’ve wanted it for awhile, it’s just...the Own has been my home, my life, for so long, I couldn’t bear to leave.”
“She doesn’t ask not because she understands the life of a soldier, Dom, but because she knows what the Own means to you.”
“What the Own means to me will never change,” Dom says, voice thick with emotion, “Just as my love for Keladry will never waver.”
Raoul nods and envelopes Dom in a hug. “You both have my blessing, always.”
Message: Apologies for the lateness. It feels like it's been forever since I've written Kel/Dom and so I really enjoyed revisiting this pairing. I am not entirely sure if this fits the request in your 'dear author' letter, but I do hope you enjoy it.
From: Isha
Title: Moments
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 164
Wishlist Item: 5. Kel/Dom
Summary: Moments in the relationship of Keladry and Domitan with the King's Own.
The first time Dom kisses Kel, he’s had far too much wine, and because he didn’t have think to take enough money for wine and poker, he’s lost the clothes off his back gambling. Dimly, he thinks that five gold nobles is a very high price for kissing a pretty girl like her, but it was Wolset’s bet, and now he can’t remember how this could be losing. Aiden follows a respectable distance behind, to make sure he follows through, and hopefully to make sure he doesn’t pass out in the halls for the servants to find him.
He knocks, probably a little too loudly, he realises as he stumbles mere moments later when Kel opens the door. “Dom?” Kel looks alarmed, and Dom will probably figure out why in the morning, but for now, he has business to attend to. He grabs Kel’s arm and pulls her roughly to him, ignoring her gasp, and kisses her thoroughly.
She looks a little wide eyed and breathless once he’s done, but he feels like the cat that got the cream. He kisses her again, a gentle touch of the lips, and heads to his rooms grinning like a madman, hoping that he’ll still remember this feeling in the morning.
***
Wolset takes a look at the two of them together, grins, and says “about time,” before he heads off to the rest of the squad. By the end of the day, all of Third Company knows about them without Kel or Dom saying a word.
***
It’s Lerant who catches Dom alone, the standard bearer’s eyes deadly serious as he warns Dom that he’d better do the right thing by Kel, or he’ll answer to Third Company. Dom isn’t sure whether to be pleased at their overprotectiveness, offended at them taking his side over his, or insulted that they think he would do such a thing. In the end, he confides his feelings to Lerant, who merely rolls his eyes and tells Dom that he’s been warned.
Later that night, as he settles himself in his tent, he notices the watch glancing back at the camp. He feels slightly uneasy when he realises that they’re on the watch for him, and reminds himself that he isn’t planning to do anything that will incur their wrath.
***
Kel joins Dom on his watch, her arm linked through his as they sit together in the dark. It would be too easy to kiss her, to lose himself in the warmth of her love, just for a little while. But they’re on watch, and they can’t afford such distractions. Not here, not now, and so Dom settles for holding her hand in his as they keep alert in the moonlight.
***
Kel has missed Dom, but she has also missed the Own. Their banter and camaraderie fills her with warmth, and over the years, they’ve become like family to her. What she doesn’t miss, she discovers late at night as she pulls two slimy frogs from her bedroll, are their pranks.
***
Kel is having a quiet dinner with Dom at the Jugged Hare, when she begins to choke on her cider. She points at her throat as she gasps for air, and Dom thumps her back until a small object comes out of her throat and clinks onto the table, letting her breathe again. Picking up the object, she recognises it for what it is - a silver betrothal ring. Her shock and confusion is mirrored in his face, which confounds her even more, until she hears a muffled giggle. Dom hears it too, and he goes red with anger when he spies Wolset and Fulcher. Kel stops him from confronting them with a small shake of her head. She knows the boys had good intentions, even if they were meddling. A part of her is disappointed that the ring isn’t from Dom, but she understands his need to stay with the Own, so she plasters a smile on her face and does her best to smooth the incident over.
***
Alan of Pirate’s Swoop is riding on the other side of Raoul, and once the Lady Knight and Squire finish teasing Raoul, Kel finds the tables turn on her. “Ma told me to tell you that she’s happy to hear about you and Dom, but thinks you could do far better than a relative of her former squire,” Alan calls out cheekily. Raoul grins, and Kel tries to keep from blushing.
Dom sidles up next to Alan, saying archly, “You can assure the Lioness that the Masbolles do not suffer the same insanity that Meathead does.”
“Meathead?” Alan asks as Raoul raises an eyebrow.
“Sir Meathead,” Kel reminds Dom teasingly, stifling a giggle.
“Forgive me, Lady Knight.” Dom says with a flourish, “Sir Meathead, is the moniker used by countless Masbolles to address the Lioness’s former squire.”
“And by ‘countless’, you mean only you,” Raoul comments dryly.
Kel shakes her head at their folly. “I’m not sure that they don’t suffer the same insanity,” she confides to Alan in an exaggerated whisper. Dom clutches his hand to his heart in response, feigning horror, while Alan gives him a good-natured shove.
****
“It’s time,” Dom says, and Raoul raises an eyebrow as Buri pulls up the covers. Why Dom has decided to crash into his tent halfway through the night is still a mystery, and given that Raoul was busy warming his wife on this cold night, he hopes that the sergeant will hurry up with whatever this revelation is. Dom holds out a piece of parchment to Raoul. “I’m leaving the Own. My resignation.”
Raoul nods, and excuses himself to Buri, thanking the Gods he still had his breeches on. He pulls on a shirt and motions for Dom to follow him outside the tent, because he doesn’t want to do this while he’s half-naked in his bedroll.. “This couldn’t wait until morning?”
“With my Lord’s permission, I plan to leave at first light. I have a long way to ride, and the leaves are already falling.” Dom’s voice is too calm, too even, and too formal.
“You don’t have to do this, she’ll wait for you.”
“She would wait forever if I let her. I see the look in her eyes when she plays with Neal’s children, and I know she’s ready to settle down, but she won’t ask me to leave, because she understands the life of a soldier. She doesn’t realise that I want it too. I’ve wanted it for awhile, it’s just...the Own has been my home, my life, for so long, I couldn’t bear to leave.”
“She doesn’t ask not because she understands the life of a soldier, Dom, but because she knows what the Own means to you.”
“What the Own means to me will never change,” Dom says, voice thick with emotion, “Just as my love for Keladry will never waver.”
Raoul nods and envelopes Dom in a hug. “You both have my blessing, always.”