Post by Shhasow on Apr 13, 2013 11:23:25 GMT 10
Title: Too Close For Comfort
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 502
Pairing: A/J
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Thayet views her husband’s relationship with his former squire with increasingly mad eyes. Warnings for possible mental deterioration.
When the pair fought, it seemed suspiciously like a lover’s spat, barbs thrown meant to wound, displaying just how well they knew each other. Thayet could hardly count the number of secrets about her husband that she had learned only when a red-faced Alanna lost her temper.
Their fights seemed to happen every week, and Thayet would be the counselor for both her frustrated husband and her prickly friend, and she would sooth and mold their relationship back together until neither seemed to remember why they had argued in the first place, if they remembered that they had fought at all.
Thayet remembered, though. She remembered everything that the two seemed so quick to forget.
And between their fights, the two knights were close, nauseatingly so. At breakfast, Alanna often handed Jon the salt before he even realized that he wanted it, and in turn, he spooned out extra vegetables on her plate so that she would ‘grow up to be big and strong’ one day. Thayet ignored the dancing light in her husband’s eyes, just as she closed her ears so she would not hear Alanna’s offended-yet-delighted laugh as it grated in her head.
Sometimes, it seemed to Thayet that Alanna knew her husband better than she did herself. And every time Alanna finished Jon’s sentence, or he laid a casual hand on her shoulder, or any time either of them gave their special looks to each other, Thayet’s smile froze on her face and she had to turn away or leave so that she could think and breathe and act as if she wasn’t tearing up.
It was too easy to imagine the two of them - together - and what Thayet merely contemplated in her head, the Court whispered behind cupped hands and closed doors, she was sure of that. The Queen chased rumors down empty hallways just to find that the echoes were reverberating only in her mind.
So when news came to the Queen that Alanna had stalked off to the Desert after another fit of rage, Thayet could only murmur comforting words to her distraught husband. He pleaded his case to the wrong woman, and though it helped him sleep that night, her own emotions raged back and forth between a sense of relief that lightened her chest, and a knot of hard despair and anger that sank to the pit of her stomach. Thayet found no sleep that night as the burdens of three pressed down on her slim shoulders, and as her mind muttered and dwelled, hinting.
The next day, Alanna’s note arrived, speaking of ‘irreconcilable differences’ between herself and Jon.Thayet could not help herself, she hated herself for feeling so, but she was torn between hope and dread for the ending of their friendship.
Maybe that poisonous voice in her mind would finally trickle away into silence.
Then Thayet realized.
She still called him Jon.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 502
Pairing: A/J
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Thayet views her husband’s relationship with his former squire with increasingly mad eyes. Warnings for possible mental deterioration.
When the pair fought, it seemed suspiciously like a lover’s spat, barbs thrown meant to wound, displaying just how well they knew each other. Thayet could hardly count the number of secrets about her husband that she had learned only when a red-faced Alanna lost her temper.
Their fights seemed to happen every week, and Thayet would be the counselor for both her frustrated husband and her prickly friend, and she would sooth and mold their relationship back together until neither seemed to remember why they had argued in the first place, if they remembered that they had fought at all.
Thayet remembered, though. She remembered everything that the two seemed so quick to forget.
And between their fights, the two knights were close, nauseatingly so. At breakfast, Alanna often handed Jon the salt before he even realized that he wanted it, and in turn, he spooned out extra vegetables on her plate so that she would ‘grow up to be big and strong’ one day. Thayet ignored the dancing light in her husband’s eyes, just as she closed her ears so she would not hear Alanna’s offended-yet-delighted laugh as it grated in her head.
Sometimes, it seemed to Thayet that Alanna knew her husband better than she did herself. And every time Alanna finished Jon’s sentence, or he laid a casual hand on her shoulder, or any time either of them gave their special looks to each other, Thayet’s smile froze on her face and she had to turn away or leave so that she could think and breathe and act as if she wasn’t tearing up.
It was too easy to imagine the two of them - together - and what Thayet merely contemplated in her head, the Court whispered behind cupped hands and closed doors, she was sure of that. The Queen chased rumors down empty hallways just to find that the echoes were reverberating only in her mind.
So when news came to the Queen that Alanna had stalked off to the Desert after another fit of rage, Thayet could only murmur comforting words to her distraught husband. He pleaded his case to the wrong woman, and though it helped him sleep that night, her own emotions raged back and forth between a sense of relief that lightened her chest, and a knot of hard despair and anger that sank to the pit of her stomach. Thayet found no sleep that night as the burdens of three pressed down on her slim shoulders, and as her mind muttered and dwelled, hinting.
The next day, Alanna’s note arrived, speaking of ‘irreconcilable differences’ between herself and Jon.Thayet could not help herself, she hated herself for feeling so, but she was torn between hope and dread for the ending of their friendship.
Maybe that poisonous voice in her mind would finally trickle away into silence.
Then Thayet realized.
She still called him Jon.