Post by wordy on Apr 10, 2013 11:54:35 GMT 10
Title: Dance Dance Retribution
Rating: G
Word Count: 530
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Alanna-went-to-the-convent AU. Alternative title: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
There was no talking to Raoul when he was in his cups, and somehow he always managed to get to the drinking before the dancing had even begun. Which left Gary.
“That Delia’s on the prowl again,” he said, smoothing his moustache. Jon knew that the only reason he had even noticed the Eldorne girl was because he was scanning the ladies in attendance for a glimpse of Cythera. “Hullo, who’s this?”
Taking a sip of wine, Jon turned to look. Eventually he fixed on who must have been the object of Gary’s curiosity. Red hair shone under the candlelight. When she turned, he saw freckles bridging a petite nose, and her eyes—
Jon frowned. “What in Mithros’ name…”
“Must be Trebond’s sister,” said Gary, letting out a low whistle.
“That page who failed out? If she’s half as sour as he was, then she’d better look for a husband somewhere else.”
“Go on, then.”
“What?”
Gary gave a dramatic sigh. “How are we going to know what she’s like if you don’t go over there and talk to her? Ask for a dance. I’ll wait here.”
Jon frowned. “Why don’t you go dance with her?”
“Fine idea. I’ll go, you stay right here. It looks like Delia’s finally spotted us.”
Unfortunately he was telling the truth: when Jon glanced over his shoulder, the green-clad harpy was descending upon them with a triumphant smile. Jon turned back to Gary with a scowl, and handed him his goblet. “Hold this.”
The Trebond girl might turn out to be a troll, but that was not so bleak a fate as dancing with Delia of Eldorne.
***
When Jon straightened from his bow the gaggle of ladies surrounding Alanna of Trebond, as she had introduced herself, fell silent. She accepted his hand with a polite smile. Jon smiled at her in return and led her to the floor.
It seemed he had been quite mistaken.
It seemed he had been quite mistaken. Gary had disappeared, so Jon was forced to wait until he returned to deliver the verdict on Alanna of Trebond.
“She stepped on my feet,” he said through gritted teeth. It did not help that Gary was smiling and looking rather pleased with himself, having escaped Delia and fled into the far sweeter company of his beloved.
“She’s a bad dancer?”
“No, she’s not.”
“Ah,” said Gary, to which Jon could only nod in agreement and take a long gulp of wine. “I suppose she could have a few hard feelings about her brother being disgraced at court. According to father, old man Trebond doesn’t tolerate much short of perfection.”
Jon nodded again, only listening with one ear. Across the room he could see Alanna laughing with her friends. A squire approached, apparently to ask her for the next dance, which she accepted. When the two of them began the steps, Alanna’s eyes met Jon’s for the briefest moment, and though he could not see it from such a distance, he swore that one of her pale eyebrows was raised at him in derision.
He took another sip of wine, gaze never leaving hers.
He had always liked a challenge.
Rating: G
Word Count: 530
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Alanna-went-to-the-convent AU. Alternative title: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
There was no talking to Raoul when he was in his cups, and somehow he always managed to get to the drinking before the dancing had even begun. Which left Gary.
“That Delia’s on the prowl again,” he said, smoothing his moustache. Jon knew that the only reason he had even noticed the Eldorne girl was because he was scanning the ladies in attendance for a glimpse of Cythera. “Hullo, who’s this?”
Taking a sip of wine, Jon turned to look. Eventually he fixed on who must have been the object of Gary’s curiosity. Red hair shone under the candlelight. When she turned, he saw freckles bridging a petite nose, and her eyes—
Jon frowned. “What in Mithros’ name…”
“Must be Trebond’s sister,” said Gary, letting out a low whistle.
“That page who failed out? If she’s half as sour as he was, then she’d better look for a husband somewhere else.”
“Go on, then.”
“What?”
Gary gave a dramatic sigh. “How are we going to know what she’s like if you don’t go over there and talk to her? Ask for a dance. I’ll wait here.”
Jon frowned. “Why don’t you go dance with her?”
“Fine idea. I’ll go, you stay right here. It looks like Delia’s finally spotted us.”
Unfortunately he was telling the truth: when Jon glanced over his shoulder, the green-clad harpy was descending upon them with a triumphant smile. Jon turned back to Gary with a scowl, and handed him his goblet. “Hold this.”
The Trebond girl might turn out to be a troll, but that was not so bleak a fate as dancing with Delia of Eldorne.
***
When Jon straightened from his bow the gaggle of ladies surrounding Alanna of Trebond, as she had introduced herself, fell silent. She accepted his hand with a polite smile. Jon smiled at her in return and led her to the floor.
It seemed he had been quite mistaken.
***
It seemed he had been quite mistaken. Gary had disappeared, so Jon was forced to wait until he returned to deliver the verdict on Alanna of Trebond.
“She stepped on my feet,” he said through gritted teeth. It did not help that Gary was smiling and looking rather pleased with himself, having escaped Delia and fled into the far sweeter company of his beloved.
“She’s a bad dancer?”
“No, she’s not.”
“Ah,” said Gary, to which Jon could only nod in agreement and take a long gulp of wine. “I suppose she could have a few hard feelings about her brother being disgraced at court. According to father, old man Trebond doesn’t tolerate much short of perfection.”
Jon nodded again, only listening with one ear. Across the room he could see Alanna laughing with her friends. A squire approached, apparently to ask her for the next dance, which she accepted. When the two of them began the steps, Alanna’s eyes met Jon’s for the briefest moment, and though he could not see it from such a distance, he swore that one of her pale eyebrows was raised at him in derision.
He took another sip of wine, gaze never leaving hers.
He had always liked a challenge.