Post by Seek on Apr 14, 2013 4:15:05 GMT 10
Title: Verdant V
Rating: PG
Word Count: 522 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU. Alanna and Jon talk about her search for the Green Knight, continued.
Warnings: None.
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Jon settled in the worn leather chair in his study, until he was comfortable. "Well," he said, "You stopped at the part where Lord Boron proposed a game."
Alanna sighed. "Lord Byren," she said.
"Whatever."
"Lord Byren," Alanna said, stressing his name, "As I mentioned, had proposed a game. Which seemed rather strange, as he'd set the terms of the game as follows: I'd give him whatever I got at the castle, and he would give me whatever game he brought in. Well, I wondered what he expected me to turn up at his castle, but agreed nonetheless. So I slept in, and he rode out in the morning to hunt. I woke up to find his wife in my room." She flushed; her cheeks turned flaming red.
"What did you do?" Jon asked, suspiciously.
"I was startled," Alanna said simply, "And I had been on the road for a long time."
Jon winced. "Combat reflexes?"
"Yes. I'd drawn my sword and pinned her to the wall before I even realised what I was doing. I was mortified and apologised to her. She waved it off, laughed, and told me I could make it up by joining her for a walk on the ramparts. And so we did."
He shifted in his armchair. "Hmm. I know better than to disturb you when you're sleeping by now."
Alanna crooked her fingers like claws and mock-growled, "Take that back."
"Or?"
"Or you can guess what happened on your own."
Jon sighed. "I'll be good," he said, ruefully. "Go on, then."
"We talked," she said, simply. "At the end of it, the lady withdrew a fine silver necklace, with a bright violet stone set into it. She said, 'It matches your eyes, dear. Here, take it as a token of friendship. You're the first knight I've seen who is also a woman.' I said, 'Thank you, my lady. I do not intend to be the last.'" Another blush.
"What is it?" Jon asked, eyes narrowed.
"Well, she said, 'You are very proud.' The strange thing was the way she said it. She didn't say it like it was a bad thing, just like it was. And then, she kissed me."
Jon grinned. "Did you enjoy it?"
She threw a cushion at him. "Knave."
"Ouch," Jon said, bending over and feigning pain. He caught the cushion deftly, and added it to his armchair. "So what happened, then?"
"Lord Byren returned. I gave him the fine silver necklace, with the violet stone. And I gave him the kiss." Alanna paused, before adding, "His wife was a better kisser."
"Really?" Jon pretended to ponder it. "So I suppose that's a yes, then. Am I a better kisser than them?"
Alanna ignored him, and went on. "That was the first day. He'd brought down two pheasants, and so I got the pheasants. They cooked them for dinner, of course. But the game went on for the next two days. It was, by that point, two days to Midwinter's Day."
"What happened on the second day?"
Alanna glanced at the fireplace. She said, "That's a story for another time, Jon."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 522 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU. Alanna and Jon talk about her search for the Green Knight, continued.
Warnings: None.
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Jon settled in the worn leather chair in his study, until he was comfortable. "Well," he said, "You stopped at the part where Lord Boron proposed a game."
Alanna sighed. "Lord Byren," she said.
"Whatever."
"Lord Byren," Alanna said, stressing his name, "As I mentioned, had proposed a game. Which seemed rather strange, as he'd set the terms of the game as follows: I'd give him whatever I got at the castle, and he would give me whatever game he brought in. Well, I wondered what he expected me to turn up at his castle, but agreed nonetheless. So I slept in, and he rode out in the morning to hunt. I woke up to find his wife in my room." She flushed; her cheeks turned flaming red.
"What did you do?" Jon asked, suspiciously.
"I was startled," Alanna said simply, "And I had been on the road for a long time."
Jon winced. "Combat reflexes?"
"Yes. I'd drawn my sword and pinned her to the wall before I even realised what I was doing. I was mortified and apologised to her. She waved it off, laughed, and told me I could make it up by joining her for a walk on the ramparts. And so we did."
He shifted in his armchair. "Hmm. I know better than to disturb you when you're sleeping by now."
Alanna crooked her fingers like claws and mock-growled, "Take that back."
"Or?"
"Or you can guess what happened on your own."
Jon sighed. "I'll be good," he said, ruefully. "Go on, then."
"We talked," she said, simply. "At the end of it, the lady withdrew a fine silver necklace, with a bright violet stone set into it. She said, 'It matches your eyes, dear. Here, take it as a token of friendship. You're the first knight I've seen who is also a woman.' I said, 'Thank you, my lady. I do not intend to be the last.'" Another blush.
"What is it?" Jon asked, eyes narrowed.
"Well, she said, 'You are very proud.' The strange thing was the way she said it. She didn't say it like it was a bad thing, just like it was. And then, she kissed me."
Jon grinned. "Did you enjoy it?"
She threw a cushion at him. "Knave."
"Ouch," Jon said, bending over and feigning pain. He caught the cushion deftly, and added it to his armchair. "So what happened, then?"
"Lord Byren returned. I gave him the fine silver necklace, with the violet stone. And I gave him the kiss." Alanna paused, before adding, "His wife was a better kisser."
"Really?" Jon pretended to ponder it. "So I suppose that's a yes, then. Am I a better kisser than them?"
Alanna ignored him, and went on. "That was the first day. He'd brought down two pheasants, and so I got the pheasants. They cooked them for dinner, of course. But the game went on for the next two days. It was, by that point, two days to Midwinter's Day."
"What happened on the second day?"
Alanna glanced at the fireplace. She said, "That's a story for another time, Jon."