Post by Shhasow on Apr 28, 2013 0:02:49 GMT 10
Title: The Other 7 Deadly Sins (#2)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 560
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 : A heart that devises wicked plots
Rumors whispered that the King’s nephew was returning to Corus, that he had come to discover the sorcerer who sent the Sweating Sickness.
George, Corus Rogue and King of the Lower City, told himself that the Duke would never remember him. Their meeting, life-altering as it had been for himself, meant nothing to a nobleman.
And their meeting by the docks had been life-altering for George, indeed. Roger’s solemn declaration that George was to be Prince of the Lower City had echoed inside the boy’s mind for years. When he cut himself learning how to handle knives, George remembered the older boy’s trust. When he demeaned himself by working as a messenger, then a bully-boy for the Rogue, George reminded himself that he was already a prince, and that eventually everyone else would know it.
He challenged the Rogue not only for himself, of course, but because the Lower City was in his trust, and he would take it into his care. If Roger of Conte truly remembered him, George would be ready to trust him, and to deliver the city into his hands.
It may have been the meeting of only a few moments, but Roger’s confidence had inspired something in George, and the responsibility thrusted upon him turned into a challenge. His Sight helped, and also helped to reassure George to trust the nobleman.
The Rogue followed the procession from the docks.
The Duke looked much as he had as a young man, only with more height and facial hair, and the Sight shone in George’s eyes.
He worked his way closer to the Duke, and his attempts to be seen finally paid off when Roger turned his head and caught his eyes. The man stared at him for a few seconds, then smirked. The Sight showed an orange aura around him, and George heard a voice full of excitement whisper in his ear, questioning him.
George grinned and nodded.
Late that night, the thief loitered in an abandoned practice, waiting in the shadows.
A man entered from the palace door, and George stepped towards him, anxious but unsure.
“George?”
He swallowed heavily. “You remembered?”
“Of course.” Roger stepped closer and held out his hand. George took it and gripped hard. “How could I forget the little boy who braved the guard to offer me a way to safety?”
“Forgive me,” George muttered. “I don’t mean to, it’s just that, I never expected you to remember me at all.”
“You’ve known too many nobles, then. Far too few of them keep their word. But I, George,” he clapped a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, “I always keep my word.”
“As do I,” George whispered, then stepped away from the Duke to clear his throat. “I know you named me prince,” he said formally. “Now, I am King of the Lower City.”
“Ah, you are Rogue?” Roger asked in surprise. “I never expected that, but I am pleased, very pleased. Yes, you and I are going to make an excellent team. I have a few ideas already.”
George felt a bubbling of warmth inside of him, starting from his center and extending into his toes and fingers. He let himself feel the light-headed sensation of excitement as he hadn’t since challenging the last Rogue.
He asked, “Now what?”
“Now,” Roger smirked, “we work to take back my throne.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 560
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 : A heart that devises wicked plots
Rumors whispered that the King’s nephew was returning to Corus, that he had come to discover the sorcerer who sent the Sweating Sickness.
George, Corus Rogue and King of the Lower City, told himself that the Duke would never remember him. Their meeting, life-altering as it had been for himself, meant nothing to a nobleman.
And their meeting by the docks had been life-altering for George, indeed. Roger’s solemn declaration that George was to be Prince of the Lower City had echoed inside the boy’s mind for years. When he cut himself learning how to handle knives, George remembered the older boy’s trust. When he demeaned himself by working as a messenger, then a bully-boy for the Rogue, George reminded himself that he was already a prince, and that eventually everyone else would know it.
He challenged the Rogue not only for himself, of course, but because the Lower City was in his trust, and he would take it into his care. If Roger of Conte truly remembered him, George would be ready to trust him, and to deliver the city into his hands.
It may have been the meeting of only a few moments, but Roger’s confidence had inspired something in George, and the responsibility thrusted upon him turned into a challenge. His Sight helped, and also helped to reassure George to trust the nobleman.
The Rogue followed the procession from the docks.
The Duke looked much as he had as a young man, only with more height and facial hair, and the Sight shone in George’s eyes.
He worked his way closer to the Duke, and his attempts to be seen finally paid off when Roger turned his head and caught his eyes. The man stared at him for a few seconds, then smirked. The Sight showed an orange aura around him, and George heard a voice full of excitement whisper in his ear, questioning him.
George grinned and nodded.
Late that night, the thief loitered in an abandoned practice, waiting in the shadows.
A man entered from the palace door, and George stepped towards him, anxious but unsure.
“George?”
He swallowed heavily. “You remembered?”
“Of course.” Roger stepped closer and held out his hand. George took it and gripped hard. “How could I forget the little boy who braved the guard to offer me a way to safety?”
“Forgive me,” George muttered. “I don’t mean to, it’s just that, I never expected you to remember me at all.”
“You’ve known too many nobles, then. Far too few of them keep their word. But I, George,” he clapped a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, “I always keep my word.”
“As do I,” George whispered, then stepped away from the Duke to clear his throat. “I know you named me prince,” he said formally. “Now, I am King of the Lower City.”
“Ah, you are Rogue?” Roger asked in surprise. “I never expected that, but I am pleased, very pleased. Yes, you and I are going to make an excellent team. I have a few ideas already.”
George felt a bubbling of warmth inside of him, starting from his center and extending into his toes and fingers. He let himself feel the light-headed sensation of excitement as he hadn’t since challenging the last Rogue.
He asked, “Now what?”
“Now,” Roger smirked, “we work to take back my throne.”