Post by hawksandfeathers on Dec 23, 2012 16:08:07 GMT 10
Title: Glitter and Gold (unoriginal, I know)
Rating: G
Prompt: Glitter and Gold, #4
Summary: Neal and Aly discover.
Notes: Short
Hope you don't mind. For Tamari. Let's sail this ship! Yeah.
"It's dull, isn't it?" Aly said tightly, wading her way through the tulips. "When everyone expects something from you and you just don't want to do it."
"Tell me about Lady Alanna," Neal said quickly, trying not to trip on the grass. "I noticed..." He narrowed his eyes curiously. "Something."
She sighed and turned to the man-boy beside her, smiling wickedly. "Your hair's all mussed." Daintily she stood on tiptoe and brushed it from his face. She looked down, boring her hazel eyes into his wide, green ones. "Why are you so melodramatic? Is it a persona?"
Was she playing with him? Neal shook his head ruefully, pulling away. No, he wouldn't say it was a persona - he ran his fingers through his hair again in wonder. Why would she think that? He breathed gustily, stalling, in a way. "It's a part of me, dear," he responded in a careless tone.
"Ah," she said softly, fixing his tunic. "I was only wondering." She looked up. Her eyes showed him something: the unknown, undiscovered. A giant ship sailed alone on a glittering emerald sea. The weakening sunlight shone, illuminating the water. To them, they were on the back of a big, gleaming snake. It was an endless voyage - they were the only two people in their known world.
They were lounging on the long deck, kicking their legs, idling. Aly sat on a lone chair, her white cotton gown billowing in the wind. Her red hair was streaming as she sipped the rum she held. He whisked it away and took a sip himself. "I am not the Lioness' daughter," she declared to the gulls. "And I never will be."
"I know, Aly." He smiled warmly, intimately. "Trust me not to think of you that way." He took her hand and swept her along the length of the deck.
"I trust you with adventure, Nealan. Don't fail me." She tugged his tunic subtly, fingering his laces.
"Not now. Wait," he said, taking her hand away gently. "There will be a time. It'll be when you least expect it." His eyes were giddy. "We're in uncharted water, Alianne! Isn't it wonderful?" Whooping, he hugged her tightly around her neat frame, and the rum fell forgotten onto the floor. "All that glitters is not gold," he mumbled into her shoulder.
Those eyes consumed his feelings; they were trapped in mystery and loose ends, screaming in euphoria.
"Alianne, you… you…"
"What?" she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Nealan?" Her hair caught the light; strands of gold brushed his shoulder.
He wrapped lanky arms around her suddenly. His eyes were so strange at that moment, so tender. "Who do you think I am?"
"Not the Lioness' squire." With some trepidation, she kissed him; it was for as long as she could. She ran her tongue over his lips, once, wavering for a moment.
"Ah," he said, strangled.
"I have experience," she murmured, panting. "I can't use it on you."
"Good," he whispered. "That's a good thing." He straightened and kissed her back, hard, his eyes searching her face. "All that glitters is not gold."
Rating: G
Prompt: Glitter and Gold, #4
Summary: Neal and Aly discover.
Notes: Short
Hope you don't mind. For Tamari. Let's sail this ship! Yeah."It's dull, isn't it?" Aly said tightly, wading her way through the tulips. "When everyone expects something from you and you just don't want to do it."
"Tell me about Lady Alanna," Neal said quickly, trying not to trip on the grass. "I noticed..." He narrowed his eyes curiously. "Something."
She sighed and turned to the man-boy beside her, smiling wickedly. "Your hair's all mussed." Daintily she stood on tiptoe and brushed it from his face. She looked down, boring her hazel eyes into his wide, green ones. "Why are you so melodramatic? Is it a persona?"
Was she playing with him? Neal shook his head ruefully, pulling away. No, he wouldn't say it was a persona - he ran his fingers through his hair again in wonder. Why would she think that? He breathed gustily, stalling, in a way. "It's a part of me, dear," he responded in a careless tone.
"Ah," she said softly, fixing his tunic. "I was only wondering." She looked up. Her eyes showed him something: the unknown, undiscovered. A giant ship sailed alone on a glittering emerald sea. The weakening sunlight shone, illuminating the water. To them, they were on the back of a big, gleaming snake. It was an endless voyage - they were the only two people in their known world.
They were lounging on the long deck, kicking their legs, idling. Aly sat on a lone chair, her white cotton gown billowing in the wind. Her red hair was streaming as she sipped the rum she held. He whisked it away and took a sip himself. "I am not the Lioness' daughter," she declared to the gulls. "And I never will be."
"I know, Aly." He smiled warmly, intimately. "Trust me not to think of you that way." He took her hand and swept her along the length of the deck.
"I trust you with adventure, Nealan. Don't fail me." She tugged his tunic subtly, fingering his laces.
"Not now. Wait," he said, taking her hand away gently. "There will be a time. It'll be when you least expect it." His eyes were giddy. "We're in uncharted water, Alianne! Isn't it wonderful?" Whooping, he hugged her tightly around her neat frame, and the rum fell forgotten onto the floor. "All that glitters is not gold," he mumbled into her shoulder.
Those eyes consumed his feelings; they were trapped in mystery and loose ends, screaming in euphoria.
"Alianne, you… you…"
"What?" she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Nealan?" Her hair caught the light; strands of gold brushed his shoulder.
He wrapped lanky arms around her suddenly. His eyes were so strange at that moment, so tender. "Who do you think I am?"
"Not the Lioness' squire." With some trepidation, she kissed him; it was for as long as she could. She ran her tongue over his lips, once, wavering for a moment.
"Ah," he said, strangled.
"I have experience," she murmured, panting. "I can't use it on you."
"Good," he whispered. "That's a good thing." He straightened and kissed her back, hard, his eyes searching her face. "All that glitters is not gold."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!