Post by Kypriotha on Apr 26, 2013 18:50:50 GMT 10
Title: Midnight Interrogations
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 503
Pairing: Rebekah Cooper/Rosto the Piper
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Rosto is exhausted, but his sleep is rudely interrupted with questions
Warnings: Mentions of death
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Rosto was tired. No, tired didn't cover it. Rosto was exhausted. Somehow he managed to drag his tired, sorry, beaten and bruised body all the way back to his room in the Dancing Dove and crawled onto his bed. He didn't even have the strength to cover himself with his blankets. He would seek out Kora and her healings in the morning, but right now he just wanted to sleep.
It had been a long time since he'd had such a beating from an opponent. Of course he'd won, (he was the Rogue; he couldn't lose), but he would feel it for days. Just as long as he didn't show it. He couldn't let those who coveted his position see any weakness.
His sleep was rudely interrupted much sooner than he would have liked by someone barging into his room. He was on his feet with a sword in his hand before his body could even protest, but instead of an assassin, his sword met lead and his dark eyes met pale grey ones. Rosto blinked sleepily and lowered his sword, though he didn't totally let down his guard.
"Tell me you had nothing to do with it." Beka's voice was low and intense. Rosto just stared at her through half closed eyes. He didn't know what she was asking and he didn't want to give anything away.
"Please Rosto, tell me you had nothing to with it. You know I don't normally meddle in the affairs of the Court, but I need to know you had nothing to do with Boylan's death. He may have been crooked, but he was still a Dog."
Her voice cracked on the last word. Rosto didn't have the heart to pretend to be offended that she would even ask him the question. Instead, he dropped the sword and gathered her into his arms, baton and all. He smoothed her hair with his hand, carefully avoiding her spiked brain, and felt her shudder with the effort of holding back tears. The death of a Dog always hit her hard.
"Shh, love. Of course not. You know I don't meddle with Dogs, crooked or no."
Beka choked down a sob. "But the sword work...everyone's saying it looks like yours...and I can tell you've been in a fight..."
"No, love. I wouldn't risk my pretty hair, or your charming company, by killing a Dog. I kept much safer engagements last night with the respectable folk down at the docks."
He felt, rather than heard, her shaky laugh at his attempt at a joke. "You promise?" she whispered.
"I promise," he whispered back and kissed her head. "You know I wouldn't lie about something so important."
Beka shook her head. "It's the important things most people lie about." But she didn't remove her head from his shoulder and so he held her tight, letting her take some of the comfort she clearly needed and that she would not allow him to give her later, once the shock had worn off.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 503
Pairing: Rebekah Cooper/Rosto the Piper
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Rosto is exhausted, but his sleep is rudely interrupted with questions
Warnings: Mentions of death
***
Rosto was tired. No, tired didn't cover it. Rosto was exhausted. Somehow he managed to drag his tired, sorry, beaten and bruised body all the way back to his room in the Dancing Dove and crawled onto his bed. He didn't even have the strength to cover himself with his blankets. He would seek out Kora and her healings in the morning, but right now he just wanted to sleep.
It had been a long time since he'd had such a beating from an opponent. Of course he'd won, (he was the Rogue; he couldn't lose), but he would feel it for days. Just as long as he didn't show it. He couldn't let those who coveted his position see any weakness.
His sleep was rudely interrupted much sooner than he would have liked by someone barging into his room. He was on his feet with a sword in his hand before his body could even protest, but instead of an assassin, his sword met lead and his dark eyes met pale grey ones. Rosto blinked sleepily and lowered his sword, though he didn't totally let down his guard.
"Tell me you had nothing to do with it." Beka's voice was low and intense. Rosto just stared at her through half closed eyes. He didn't know what she was asking and he didn't want to give anything away.
"Please Rosto, tell me you had nothing to with it. You know I don't normally meddle in the affairs of the Court, but I need to know you had nothing to do with Boylan's death. He may have been crooked, but he was still a Dog."
Her voice cracked on the last word. Rosto didn't have the heart to pretend to be offended that she would even ask him the question. Instead, he dropped the sword and gathered her into his arms, baton and all. He smoothed her hair with his hand, carefully avoiding her spiked brain, and felt her shudder with the effort of holding back tears. The death of a Dog always hit her hard.
"Shh, love. Of course not. You know I don't meddle with Dogs, crooked or no."
Beka choked down a sob. "But the sword work...everyone's saying it looks like yours...and I can tell you've been in a fight..."
"No, love. I wouldn't risk my pretty hair, or your charming company, by killing a Dog. I kept much safer engagements last night with the respectable folk down at the docks."
He felt, rather than heard, her shaky laugh at his attempt at a joke. "You promise?" she whispered.
"I promise," he whispered back and kissed her head. "You know I wouldn't lie about something so important."
Beka shook her head. "It's the important things most people lie about." But she didn't remove her head from his shoulder and so he held her tight, letting her take some of the comfort she clearly needed and that she would not allow him to give her later, once the shock had worn off.