Post by Muse on Apr 14, 2013 5:22:54 GMT 10
Title: Not Gonna Break
Rating: PG
Word Count: 334
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: The role of Champion comes with less glory, and more self-satisfied royalty than they had told Alanna. Inspired by lyrics from “Part of Me” by Katy Perry because apparently Katy is my Jon!tunes of choice.
The man in front of her was huge, built like a bear. Thick cords of muscle stood out on his arms as he swung again, missing by inches as she whirled and ducked out of the way, trying to keep out of range long enough to wear him down.
Her eyes flickered up to the raised tent over the field for a brief moment.
She parried, the shriek of metal on metal whining in her ears as they came body to body and the hilts of their blades locked. Leather armor would have been lighter, but by now she was glad of the full gold-washed armor that Jonathan had insisted she wear.
Spinning out of reach again, she saw him, relaxing upon the elaborate chair that passed for a throne, and wrinkled her nose in frustration. He had looked every inch a king when he had stood, looking down on the field before the start of the match. Young, yes. But he had had little choice in that, and in the year since his coronation, he had certainly set out to prove himself.
Now, if only Carthak and its allies would believe that so that Alanna—she threw her weight behind a cross-cutting slice to the midsection, catching her opponent off guard—would begin to give Jonathan some credit so that she could stop meeting Carthak’s champions in honor-duels and actually—she lunged, following the man back and down as he lost his footing—get something useful done with her time.
She presented the tip of her blade to the bridge of her opponent’s nose, unmoving and silent; until the call came from the box, “Hold.”
Without a backwards look, Alanna straightened before saluting the box, hoping that Jon would see the look she was giving him and understand, with crystal clarity. He simply saluted in return, an amused light in his eyes.
Alanna growled and tried to remember where one could find frogs to introduce to royal beds at this time of year.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 334
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: The role of Champion comes with less glory, and more self-satisfied royalty than they had told Alanna. Inspired by lyrics from “Part of Me” by Katy Perry because apparently Katy is my Jon!tunes of choice.
The man in front of her was huge, built like a bear. Thick cords of muscle stood out on his arms as he swung again, missing by inches as she whirled and ducked out of the way, trying to keep out of range long enough to wear him down.
Her eyes flickered up to the raised tent over the field for a brief moment.
She parried, the shriek of metal on metal whining in her ears as they came body to body and the hilts of their blades locked. Leather armor would have been lighter, but by now she was glad of the full gold-washed armor that Jonathan had insisted she wear.
Spinning out of reach again, she saw him, relaxing upon the elaborate chair that passed for a throne, and wrinkled her nose in frustration. He had looked every inch a king when he had stood, looking down on the field before the start of the match. Young, yes. But he had had little choice in that, and in the year since his coronation, he had certainly set out to prove himself.
Now, if only Carthak and its allies would believe that so that Alanna—she threw her weight behind a cross-cutting slice to the midsection, catching her opponent off guard—would begin to give Jonathan some credit so that she could stop meeting Carthak’s champions in honor-duels and actually—she lunged, following the man back and down as he lost his footing—get something useful done with her time.
She presented the tip of her blade to the bridge of her opponent’s nose, unmoving and silent; until the call came from the box, “Hold.”
Without a backwards look, Alanna straightened before saluting the box, hoping that Jon would see the look she was giving him and understand, with crystal clarity. He simply saluted in return, an amused light in his eyes.
Alanna growled and tried to remember where one could find frogs to introduce to royal beds at this time of year.