Post by Shhasow on Apr 28, 2013 0:02:07 GMT 10
Title: The Other 7 Deadly Sins (#1)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 740
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: In the book of Proverbs, there is listed 7 things that are detested by God, not the traditional list that we all know. This is one of them : “Feet that are swift to run into mischief”
“George! Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the docks, Ma. Ol Tommy, he says there’s gonna be a prince, and I ain’t never seen a prince afore.”
Eleni’s face tightened. “He’s a prince no more, George. And you will cease that gutter talk this instant! I have taught you better.”
George made a quick decision as he eyed his friends racing off towards the docks. “Yes, Mama, I will speak better.” One promise fulfilled, he willfully ignored the other command when he fled, chasing the heels of his friends and fleeing the scolding of his mother.
He got to the wall outside the docks where some street children congregated, arguing fiercely amongst each other.
“Well, I ain’t goin.”
“Too yellow, ain’t ya! Course you weren’t gonna go.”
“Oh yeah! Well, you gonna go?”
“And get my face blasted off by magic? No way!”
“That’s if’n the palace guard don’t get ya,” George chimed in. “He’s a prince, ain’t he? Gotta have lots of guards around just waitin for somethin to stab.”
“He’s right.”
“Yeah, I be thinkin that I’ll watch from here. Might be dangerous to be closer.”
“I wanna actually live to be my Pa’s age.”
“Well, we can still climb the wall, can’t we?” George said. “Ain’t nobody gonna stop us from doing that.”
“Yeah, the wall is safe.”
“First one up gets the best view!”
“First one up is a bleedin loser!”
George rolled his eyes at the kids. What was that word his Ma always used? Lemmings, that was it. Creatures that did nothing but follow other creatures. It took someone with some smarts to come up with all the ideas.
He comforted himself with such thoughts since he lost the race to the top. Once on the wall, the handful of urchins stared with wonderment at the procession, a lone slim figure ringed with a purple cloak, palace guards encircling him closely. The denizens of the docks gawked as much as the children, and the low rumbling of the crowd grew louder. Some of them braved the guards to get a closer view of their first Royal.
“He’s short, ain’t he?”
“Kinda little for a noble, I thought they were all tall?”
“He’s young,” George said. “Gotta be, no beard or nothin. And you see how close the guard is watchin him? I dunno whether they are protectin him or makin sure that he makes that boat.”
“Oh yeah, mebbe you’re right, George.”
“I’m goin to go see him,” George announced. “He looks nice, don’t he?”
“No.”
“I don’t think so, George.”
The boy ignored them as he hopped down from the wall and squeezed between people’s legs in the packed crowd. Something was telling him to talk to the prince. He didn’t know what it was, but he was learning to trust his instincts.
“Hey there, sir,” George called softly, trying not to attract the guards over the sound of the crowd. He remembered what his mother had said, and he tried again. “Your Highness?”
The Royal turned to him and looked down. His eyes were slightly rimmed in red, George noticed. “What? Who are you? How did you get past the guards?”
George shrugged. “They don’t notice someone like me, Your Highness, not unless they think I’m stealing.”
“You sound rather well educated for your age,” Roger said with surprise. “And I’m not a Prince, not any longer. I’m a Duke, but who knows how long that will last.” He said that last with a trailing mutter.
“Are you trapped?”
Roger blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I said, are you trapped?” George repeated patiently. “If you’re being forced to leave, maybe I can help. And you have the Gift, right? If you can get away, I know places to hide you where you’d be safe from the King.”
“Such a loyal citizen of Tortall,” Roger murmured. “Or perhaps, not loyal at all. No, my friend, my only friend left in Corus, I must leave now, but I will return. Believe me. Boy, you are from the Lower City, yes?”
George nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.”
“Well, though I am no longer a prince, I feel as if it would be irresponsible to leave Corus without a prince, don’t you agree?”
“I suppose so,” he said doubtfully.
“Then you I shall name Prince of the Lower City, my friend. And when I return, no matter how long it takes, I shall remember you as my last friend when I come into my throne.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 740
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: In the book of Proverbs, there is listed 7 things that are detested by God, not the traditional list that we all know. This is one of them : “Feet that are swift to run into mischief”
“George! Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the docks, Ma. Ol Tommy, he says there’s gonna be a prince, and I ain’t never seen a prince afore.”
Eleni’s face tightened. “He’s a prince no more, George. And you will cease that gutter talk this instant! I have taught you better.”
George made a quick decision as he eyed his friends racing off towards the docks. “Yes, Mama, I will speak better.” One promise fulfilled, he willfully ignored the other command when he fled, chasing the heels of his friends and fleeing the scolding of his mother.
He got to the wall outside the docks where some street children congregated, arguing fiercely amongst each other.
“Well, I ain’t goin.”
“Too yellow, ain’t ya! Course you weren’t gonna go.”
“Oh yeah! Well, you gonna go?”
“And get my face blasted off by magic? No way!”
“That’s if’n the palace guard don’t get ya,” George chimed in. “He’s a prince, ain’t he? Gotta have lots of guards around just waitin for somethin to stab.”
“He’s right.”
“Yeah, I be thinkin that I’ll watch from here. Might be dangerous to be closer.”
“I wanna actually live to be my Pa’s age.”
“Well, we can still climb the wall, can’t we?” George said. “Ain’t nobody gonna stop us from doing that.”
“Yeah, the wall is safe.”
“First one up gets the best view!”
“First one up is a bleedin loser!”
George rolled his eyes at the kids. What was that word his Ma always used? Lemmings, that was it. Creatures that did nothing but follow other creatures. It took someone with some smarts to come up with all the ideas.
He comforted himself with such thoughts since he lost the race to the top. Once on the wall, the handful of urchins stared with wonderment at the procession, a lone slim figure ringed with a purple cloak, palace guards encircling him closely. The denizens of the docks gawked as much as the children, and the low rumbling of the crowd grew louder. Some of them braved the guards to get a closer view of their first Royal.
“He’s short, ain’t he?”
“Kinda little for a noble, I thought they were all tall?”
“He’s young,” George said. “Gotta be, no beard or nothin. And you see how close the guard is watchin him? I dunno whether they are protectin him or makin sure that he makes that boat.”
“Oh yeah, mebbe you’re right, George.”
“I’m goin to go see him,” George announced. “He looks nice, don’t he?”
“No.”
“I don’t think so, George.”
The boy ignored them as he hopped down from the wall and squeezed between people’s legs in the packed crowd. Something was telling him to talk to the prince. He didn’t know what it was, but he was learning to trust his instincts.
“Hey there, sir,” George called softly, trying not to attract the guards over the sound of the crowd. He remembered what his mother had said, and he tried again. “Your Highness?”
The Royal turned to him and looked down. His eyes were slightly rimmed in red, George noticed. “What? Who are you? How did you get past the guards?”
George shrugged. “They don’t notice someone like me, Your Highness, not unless they think I’m stealing.”
“You sound rather well educated for your age,” Roger said with surprise. “And I’m not a Prince, not any longer. I’m a Duke, but who knows how long that will last.” He said that last with a trailing mutter.
“Are you trapped?”
Roger blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I said, are you trapped?” George repeated patiently. “If you’re being forced to leave, maybe I can help. And you have the Gift, right? If you can get away, I know places to hide you where you’d be safe from the King.”
“Such a loyal citizen of Tortall,” Roger murmured. “Or perhaps, not loyal at all. No, my friend, my only friend left in Corus, I must leave now, but I will return. Believe me. Boy, you are from the Lower City, yes?”
George nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.”
“Well, though I am no longer a prince, I feel as if it would be irresponsible to leave Corus without a prince, don’t you agree?”
“I suppose so,” he said doubtfully.
“Then you I shall name Prince of the Lower City, my friend. And when I return, no matter how long it takes, I shall remember you as my last friend when I come into my throne.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!