Post by Muse on Apr 14, 2013 5:21:28 GMT 10
Title: Days Like This
Rating: PG
Word Count: 326
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: There are so many sides to Jon, and Alanna tries to keep them separate so she doesn’t go to pieces. Inspired by lyrics from “Part of Me” by Katy Perry because apparently Katy is my Jon!tunes of choice.
It is all Alanna can do to grind her teeth together in an effort to keep her mouth closed until the end of the meeting, and when she does—finally—manage to escape, she doesn’t even pause to apologize to Gary for the way the top pages of his latest reports fly off of his pile with the force of her wake. She needs to get out of the rooms, out of the halls, out of the expectations and the decorum and the pandering that she can’t escape, these days.
She knows the definition of a king. She knows what a king looks like when he is too weak to hold his own, and bows before the will of other men; she’s seen this (and she sends up a prayer to the Black God for King Roald, because it’s ill luck to think poorly of the dead).
She knows these things, and even as her fingernails bite into the soft skin at the center of her palms, between the hard won calluses, she knows that Jon is not that king.
But.
His smiles are merely to hide his thoughts, brilliant and blinding and sincere. His words are soft and gentle to mask the indignation of bargaining and settling and appeasing, because eventually he will get his way. (Or she will get hers, with interest, on the practice courts, and they are much the same thing in her mind and in his.)
By now, he’s learned much in the way of king-making and nation-building, and Alanna respects that because she’s seen him behind closed doors, but—
--she bursts out onto the balcony of Balor’s Needle, up and away from the petty squabbles that waste her time and breathes in the cold, brisk air until her throat burns with it.
She breathes in a deep breath and holds it. She knows Jon; she respects Jon…but.
But.
She releases her breath and it leaves in a rush.
But.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 326
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: There are so many sides to Jon, and Alanna tries to keep them separate so she doesn’t go to pieces. Inspired by lyrics from “Part of Me” by Katy Perry because apparently Katy is my Jon!tunes of choice.
It is all Alanna can do to grind her teeth together in an effort to keep her mouth closed until the end of the meeting, and when she does—finally—manage to escape, she doesn’t even pause to apologize to Gary for the way the top pages of his latest reports fly off of his pile with the force of her wake. She needs to get out of the rooms, out of the halls, out of the expectations and the decorum and the pandering that she can’t escape, these days.
She knows the definition of a king. She knows what a king looks like when he is too weak to hold his own, and bows before the will of other men; she’s seen this (and she sends up a prayer to the Black God for King Roald, because it’s ill luck to think poorly of the dead).
She knows these things, and even as her fingernails bite into the soft skin at the center of her palms, between the hard won calluses, she knows that Jon is not that king.
But.
His smiles are merely to hide his thoughts, brilliant and blinding and sincere. His words are soft and gentle to mask the indignation of bargaining and settling and appeasing, because eventually he will get his way. (Or she will get hers, with interest, on the practice courts, and they are much the same thing in her mind and in his.)
By now, he’s learned much in the way of king-making and nation-building, and Alanna respects that because she’s seen him behind closed doors, but—
--she bursts out onto the balcony of Balor’s Needle, up and away from the petty squabbles that waste her time and breathes in the cold, brisk air until her throat burns with it.
She breathes in a deep breath and holds it. She knows Jon; she respects Jon…but.
But.
She releases her breath and it leaves in a rush.
But.