Post by Tamari on Aug 12, 2012 16:28:34 GMT 10
Title: Too hot to handle
Rating: PG-13
Team: PotS/DL
Prompt: He’s famous, kind of
Word Count: 572
Summary (and any Warnings): No one has a family like hers. A conversation upon Alinna's homecoming.
When she goes home, they immediately ask how she is liking the desert.
“It’s hot,” she says with a nod. “Very hot.”
Rose and Elenna roll their eyes but Thomsen grins. “And how are you liking the boys out there- or should I say men?”
She laughs. “They’re quite nice.”
“Worth the heat?” Thomsen says.
“Definitely.”
Rose and Elenna exchange glances, suddenly interested.
Rose leans in, uncrossing her legs and tucking them underneath her in her chair. “Do tell, sister dear. Do you have a favorite young man?”
“Oh, yes,” Alinna sighs. Thomsen looks uncomfortable, the conversation having progressed past his lighthearted teasing and into serious discussion about his sister’s love life.
Elenna gestures for her to continue. When Alinna starts talking, it’s hard for her to stop. Elenna takes full advantage of this whenever possible.
Alinna smiles dreamily. “Well, he’s famous, kind of. Handsomer than the desert is hot, funny, so educated, and great with a sword.”
“More than a sword, I’ll bet,” Rose says wickedly.
“Rose!” Thomsen buries his face in his hands. Alinna blushes but doesn’t deny anything.
“Wait, wait- he’s kind of famous? How can you be kind of famous?” Elenna says.
Alinna stretches and avoids her siblings’ eyes. “When he’s with me- when he’s with me, he’s just… him, so I don’t think of him as famous. But with other people, he has responsibilities, you know, so it’s not as easy to forget.”
“Just tell us who he is already!” Thomsen lifts his head up and shakes it at Alinna. “You’re doing this suspense on purpose.”
Elenna snorts. “You’re such a gossip.”
“Am not.”
“Are too!”
“Am-”
“Prince Liam!”
Elenna and Thomsen freeze, mouths still open, and slowly turn to gape at a rapidly reddening Alinna. Rose falls off her chair, erupting in giggles.
“That’s just unfair,” Alinna says and tries to cover her heating cheeks. “You all know I get flustered when there’s yelling.”
Rose picks herself off the floor. “I bet Liam doesn’t mind. He probably likes you flustered, the better to-”
“Rose!” Thomsen says.
“Anyway, Alinna, it’s always good to hear about your travels!” Elenna says, recovering her good cheer. “And we’ll always be here to cool you down if you get too… hot.” Elenna winks and adds in a loud whisper, “I would be scorching if I was off with shirtless, attractive princes.”
“Rose!” Thomsen yells.
“What? That wasn’t me,” Rose protests.
“Well- maybe so, but you’re corrupting her.” Thomsen tries to slap the mantel above the fireplace for emphasis, but hits the sharp edge instead and swears.
“Please, Thomsen, if anyone’s corrupted Elenna it’s Domitan of Masbolle.”
“DOM DID WHA-”
“I think dinner’s ready!” Alinna interrupts, earning an extremely grateful look from Elenna.
Thomsen casts one last glare at the three girls before marching off to the kitchen. Alinna faintly hears him yell “Da, the Own haven’t been by here recently, have they? HAVE THEY?”
Alinna takes one look at Elenna’s stricken face and collapses in laughter, dragging Rose down with her to the floor.
“Not so funny when it’s you, is it?” Alinna manages to say. She reaches for the floor but grabs Rose’s face instead. Rose promptly bites her.
“Ow!” Alinna shrieks. Elenna snorts before she, too, is pulled down by the hem of her skirts.
Whatever else, Alinna thinks wryly as she spits out a mouthful of auburn curls, she’ll always have her family.
The thought isn’t completely reassuring.
Rating: PG-13
Team: PotS/DL
Prompt: He’s famous, kind of
Word Count: 572
Summary (and any Warnings): No one has a family like hers. A conversation upon Alinna's homecoming.
When she goes home, they immediately ask how she is liking the desert.
“It’s hot,” she says with a nod. “Very hot.”
Rose and Elenna roll their eyes but Thomsen grins. “And how are you liking the boys out there- or should I say men?”
She laughs. “They’re quite nice.”
“Worth the heat?” Thomsen says.
“Definitely.”
Rose and Elenna exchange glances, suddenly interested.
Rose leans in, uncrossing her legs and tucking them underneath her in her chair. “Do tell, sister dear. Do you have a favorite young man?”
“Oh, yes,” Alinna sighs. Thomsen looks uncomfortable, the conversation having progressed past his lighthearted teasing and into serious discussion about his sister’s love life.
Elenna gestures for her to continue. When Alinna starts talking, it’s hard for her to stop. Elenna takes full advantage of this whenever possible.
Alinna smiles dreamily. “Well, he’s famous, kind of. Handsomer than the desert is hot, funny, so educated, and great with a sword.”
“More than a sword, I’ll bet,” Rose says wickedly.
“Rose!” Thomsen buries his face in his hands. Alinna blushes but doesn’t deny anything.
“Wait, wait- he’s kind of famous? How can you be kind of famous?” Elenna says.
Alinna stretches and avoids her siblings’ eyes. “When he’s with me- when he’s with me, he’s just… him, so I don’t think of him as famous. But with other people, he has responsibilities, you know, so it’s not as easy to forget.”
“Just tell us who he is already!” Thomsen lifts his head up and shakes it at Alinna. “You’re doing this suspense on purpose.”
Elenna snorts. “You’re such a gossip.”
“Am not.”
“Are too!”
“Am-”
“Prince Liam!”
Elenna and Thomsen freeze, mouths still open, and slowly turn to gape at a rapidly reddening Alinna. Rose falls off her chair, erupting in giggles.
“That’s just unfair,” Alinna says and tries to cover her heating cheeks. “You all know I get flustered when there’s yelling.”
Rose picks herself off the floor. “I bet Liam doesn’t mind. He probably likes you flustered, the better to-”
“Rose!” Thomsen says.
“Anyway, Alinna, it’s always good to hear about your travels!” Elenna says, recovering her good cheer. “And we’ll always be here to cool you down if you get too… hot.” Elenna winks and adds in a loud whisper, “I would be scorching if I was off with shirtless, attractive princes.”
“Rose!” Thomsen yells.
“What? That wasn’t me,” Rose protests.
“Well- maybe so, but you’re corrupting her.” Thomsen tries to slap the mantel above the fireplace for emphasis, but hits the sharp edge instead and swears.
“Please, Thomsen, if anyone’s corrupted Elenna it’s Domitan of Masbolle.”
“DOM DID WHA-”
“I think dinner’s ready!” Alinna interrupts, earning an extremely grateful look from Elenna.
Thomsen casts one last glare at the three girls before marching off to the kitchen. Alinna faintly hears him yell “Da, the Own haven’t been by here recently, have they? HAVE THEY?”
Alinna takes one look at Elenna’s stricken face and collapses in laughter, dragging Rose down with her to the floor.
“Not so funny when it’s you, is it?” Alinna manages to say. She reaches for the floor but grabs Rose’s face instead. Rose promptly bites her.
“Ow!” Alinna shrieks. Elenna snorts before she, too, is pulled down by the hem of her skirts.
Whatever else, Alinna thinks wryly as she spits out a mouthful of auburn curls, she’ll always have her family.
The thought isn’t completely reassuring.