Post by EymberFyire on Apr 18, 2013 17:25:30 GMT 10
Title: The Politics of the Heart 2, PG-13
Rating: PG
Word Count: 664
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: The politics of Tortall are changing, and Kel and Lalasa are caught on opposite sides of the debate.
Warnings: Brief reference to a past abuse and sexual assault, references to hate crimes, and implied violence against LGBT individuals.
A/N: I'm incredibly interested in the play between Yamani and Tortallan culture that is beginning to happen at the end of PoTS. Politics is my Activist!Lalasa storyline that explores that.
Lalasa stands in front of the ruins of the Glaive and Sword, flanked on either side by Toshuro and Ragnald. The men are in tears and so is she - in tears, and hurting and so very angry. She walks forward to the charred sign - a crossed glaive and sword on a circular shield. It is mostly intact, and as she picks it up she remembers.
“...such an odd place, to pop up here!” Tianine’s voice is hushed as they stand outside this new inn, in a part of the Lower City that brushes up to the port and the Merchant’s Quarters. Lalasa smiles.
“I imagine a great deal of places like this will be opening soon, love. I’m sure the Yamani that come to trade will like a taste of home.”
She sits down on a step that once led into the common room. Now it leads into the skeletal framework of the building. Ragnald walks past her, dazed. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. They’d felt safe here, and now what?
“What do you think, Rag?” Tosh’s voice is horse from the smoke, among other things. “Anything we can save?” And his face is so calm in that odd way the Yamani had. It reminded her of...
“Kel!” and she leaps up to hug the tall woman fiercely about the neck.
“I can’t believe you came!” Tian’s voice is mostly friendly, but there is always a hint of challenge there when she deals with the Lady Knight. Lalasa has never been able to tell if this is because Tian is Adalia’s maid, or because Lalasa was Kel’s. But Kel has never been bothered by it - just handles it in her mild, practical way and Lalasa’s darling girl eventually settles down.
“What will we do?” Tosh’s turns to Rags, dismay on his face. They had sunk their whole savings into this place - an investment that had seemed sound until six days past.
Rags runs a hand through his hair, then shakes his head. “I... We’ll think of something, love.”
Kel raises both eyebrows slightly, as Lalasa takes Tian’s hand openly. Lalasa can tell she’s worried, but she just smiles, raises Tian’s hand to kiss the back of it, then flicks her eyes to the other couples around the inn.
Kel’s eyes grow thoughtful as her gaze follows Lalasa’s.
Tian is looking between the two of them with trepidation, but Kel just smiles warmly at her. “Yamani and Tortallan culture seem to be mixing around here. I’d say for the better.”
The mournful reverie is broken by young Francis, sweat soaked and wild eyed.
“There’s anu’ver mob headin’ this way, lads. Might be th’ soldiers’ll head’em off, but...”
“That’s that then.” Rag’s voice is sad. Broken and defeated. Francis is already turning to run.
“No.” Lalasa’s voice is firm, surprising the men, but really - what else could she do? She had been driven from her home when she was a just a girl, nearly driven from her position at the palace. She had been beaten, spit upon, and held down against her will.
This place had been theirs. This place had been theirs. It would be again.
“If you need anything Lalasa...” and she’d tried to hush the silly girl, but Kel had never been anything if not stubborn, “anything at all, I’ll be here. Just send word to the Palace.
Well, Lalasa had sent word. Six days ago.
She supposed they’d make do on their own.
“Francis, be a good lad and run and get our old crowd. Anyone that will come. Tell them to meet us here.” The boy looks at her, wide-eyed. “Now.”
He bolts.
“Lalasa... think” Tosh’s voice is urgent, but she shakes her head again.
“We’re done running, Tosh. I’m tired of this city not feeling like my own.” Her words surprise them. They surprise her most of all.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 664
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: The politics of Tortall are changing, and Kel and Lalasa are caught on opposite sides of the debate.
Warnings: Brief reference to a past abuse and sexual assault, references to hate crimes, and implied violence against LGBT individuals.
A/N: I'm incredibly interested in the play between Yamani and Tortallan culture that is beginning to happen at the end of PoTS. Politics is my Activist!Lalasa storyline that explores that.
Lalasa stands in front of the ruins of the Glaive and Sword, flanked on either side by Toshuro and Ragnald. The men are in tears and so is she - in tears, and hurting and so very angry. She walks forward to the charred sign - a crossed glaive and sword on a circular shield. It is mostly intact, and as she picks it up she remembers.
“...such an odd place, to pop up here!” Tianine’s voice is hushed as they stand outside this new inn, in a part of the Lower City that brushes up to the port and the Merchant’s Quarters. Lalasa smiles.
“I imagine a great deal of places like this will be opening soon, love. I’m sure the Yamani that come to trade will like a taste of home.”
She sits down on a step that once led into the common room. Now it leads into the skeletal framework of the building. Ragnald walks past her, dazed. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. They’d felt safe here, and now what?
“What do you think, Rag?” Tosh’s voice is horse from the smoke, among other things. “Anything we can save?” And his face is so calm in that odd way the Yamani had. It reminded her of...
“Kel!” and she leaps up to hug the tall woman fiercely about the neck.
“I can’t believe you came!” Tian’s voice is mostly friendly, but there is always a hint of challenge there when she deals with the Lady Knight. Lalasa has never been able to tell if this is because Tian is Adalia’s maid, or because Lalasa was Kel’s. But Kel has never been bothered by it - just handles it in her mild, practical way and Lalasa’s darling girl eventually settles down.
“What will we do?” Tosh’s turns to Rags, dismay on his face. They had sunk their whole savings into this place - an investment that had seemed sound until six days past.
Rags runs a hand through his hair, then shakes his head. “I... We’ll think of something, love.”
Kel raises both eyebrows slightly, as Lalasa takes Tian’s hand openly. Lalasa can tell she’s worried, but she just smiles, raises Tian’s hand to kiss the back of it, then flicks her eyes to the other couples around the inn.
Kel’s eyes grow thoughtful as her gaze follows Lalasa’s.
Tian is looking between the two of them with trepidation, but Kel just smiles warmly at her. “Yamani and Tortallan culture seem to be mixing around here. I’d say for the better.”
The mournful reverie is broken by young Francis, sweat soaked and wild eyed.
“There’s anu’ver mob headin’ this way, lads. Might be th’ soldiers’ll head’em off, but...”
“That’s that then.” Rag’s voice is sad. Broken and defeated. Francis is already turning to run.
“No.” Lalasa’s voice is firm, surprising the men, but really - what else could she do? She had been driven from her home when she was a just a girl, nearly driven from her position at the palace. She had been beaten, spit upon, and held down against her will.
This place had been theirs. This place had been theirs. It would be again.
“If you need anything Lalasa...” and she’d tried to hush the silly girl, but Kel had never been anything if not stubborn, “anything at all, I’ll be here. Just send word to the Palace.
Well, Lalasa had sent word. Six days ago.
She supposed they’d make do on their own.
“Francis, be a good lad and run and get our old crowd. Anyone that will come. Tell them to meet us here.” The boy looks at her, wide-eyed. “Now.”
He bolts.
“Lalasa... think” Tosh’s voice is urgent, but she shakes her head again.
“We’re done running, Tosh. I’m tired of this city not feeling like my own.” Her words surprise them. They surprise her most of all.