Post by Kit on Apr 16, 2013 23:25:00 GMT 10
Rating: PG
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: Set late Squire, when Lalasa is recieving commissions from Thayet. Lalasa Isran has something to say to Alanna, if only she can find the words.
Warnings: Improper use of pins.
“Kel was right.” The Lioness tried not to shift too ungraciously beneath layers of fabric, closing her eyes against a world of amethyst fabric and measures and notes and of standing still. “And her majesty, too. You are good.”
Lalasa Isran did not lift her dark head from her tailors chalk and pins, one long hand moving to tuck and shift and perform other small wizardries that somehow make what had started out looking like purple drapery into a tunic. Her nails, Alanna noticed, were bitten raw. Drat, I’m scaring Kel’s friend.
“Though you’d really think,” said Alanna, trying to fill the air with words, “That there’d be less of me to measure, size that I am.”
Lalasa raised her head. “You should tell her,” she said, only just loud enough to hear.
“I beg your pardon?” Alanna flushed under the slightly unsettling mix of an intense gaze in a half-frightened face. Annoyance fizzed along her cheekbones, down her spine.
“Milady left here, Sir Alanna, with Lord Raoul and I’m sure she’s doing wonderful, horrible things by now and proving her worth.” Lalasa’s words were breathless. “I know you’re being careful never to be in Corus at the same time because of reasons that probably seem a lot more…more important than…than they are—”
“—See here, you impertinent—”
“—but you need to tell her soon, Lioness!” A sudden lurch in the contralto voice, suddenly loud and full and present above the fear. “About the packages you send. About everything.” To Alanna’s mortification, tears stood out in the other woman's dark eyes.
“Milady Kel thinks she is unworthy of you,” said Lalasa, a pin sticking hot and fast through fabric and into the smaller woman’s thigh. “And she should never be that.”