Post by Tamari on May 29, 2012 15:43:31 GMT 10
Series: Bitter, Twisted Lies
Title: Bowed Head
Rating: PG
Event: AU Hammer Throw
Words: 240
Summary: Thieving (living) isn't as easy as it looked from high up in her castle, oh no.
Author's Notes: For Muse, because her reviews are love, and Allie, for putting up with half-asleep rambling in chat tonight. And Alix, for all her nice reviews and chats, and oh, let's just say everybody.
She dashes through the streets- quicker, quicker, don't get caught- but the man catches up and she has to stop.
He holds out his hand and she, with a quick glance up at his impassive face, drops the purse into it- can she can get away before the guards arrive? Maybe, but the man has a sword- and backs away.
"Wait," he says sharply, and she freezes. "What's your name?"
She gives him an incredulous look- she's not an idiot, honestly, who does he think she is? Even thieves have a self-preservation instinct- "Rispah," she lies, using the name of a former Queen of the Rogue. "Rispah Cooper."
He gives her a searching look- does he know she's lying? Why isn't he calling her out on it?- but says, "Marek of Rocky Gorge. It's a pleasure."
A noble- she shouldn't be surprised, but she is. She nods slowly and slides a little farther away.
Marek- Lord? Duke?- sighs and flips her a coin. It nearly smacks her in the face before she remembers to reach for it.
She looks back at him and he waves at her. "Go on," he says, "I won't call the guards."
"Eiralys," she says quickly, and at his quizzical look, "I'm Eiralys." He opens his mouth to say something- does he know? Oh gods, he must, he looks young enough to have been around court back then- and no, she can't take it.
She runs.
Title: Bowed Head
Rating: PG
Event: AU Hammer Throw
Words: 240
Summary: Thieving (living) isn't as easy as it looked from high up in her castle, oh no.
Author's Notes: For Muse, because her reviews are love, and Allie, for putting up with half-asleep rambling in chat tonight. And Alix, for all her nice reviews and chats, and oh, let's just say everybody.
Bowed Head
She dashes through the streets- quicker, quicker, don't get caught- but the man catches up and she has to stop.
He holds out his hand and she, with a quick glance up at his impassive face, drops the purse into it- can she can get away before the guards arrive? Maybe, but the man has a sword- and backs away.
"Wait," he says sharply, and she freezes. "What's your name?"
She gives him an incredulous look- she's not an idiot, honestly, who does he think she is? Even thieves have a self-preservation instinct- "Rispah," she lies, using the name of a former Queen of the Rogue. "Rispah Cooper."
He gives her a searching look- does he know she's lying? Why isn't he calling her out on it?- but says, "Marek of Rocky Gorge. It's a pleasure."
A noble- she shouldn't be surprised, but she is. She nods slowly and slides a little farther away.
Marek- Lord? Duke?- sighs and flips her a coin. It nearly smacks her in the face before she remembers to reach for it.
She looks back at him and he waves at her. "Go on," he says, "I won't call the guards."
"Eiralys," she says quickly, and at his quizzical look, "I'm Eiralys." He opens his mouth to say something- does he know? Oh gods, he must, he looks young enough to have been around court back then- and no, she can't take it.
She runs.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!