Post by wordy on May 16, 2013 10:53:57 GMT 10
Title: Tangled
Rating: G
Word Count: 343
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Estrangement.
It would not be the first time she had made a scene in front of an entire embassy, and the young Marenite was still drinking like his belly was on fire. She could already picture disarming him, sword clattering to the ground, his face red and mottled. She thumbed over the hilt of her own sword. Jonathan would never let her do it. Not this time.
“Hot-headed enough without the wine,” observed Gary, stroking his moustache. He darted a wicked look at Alanna. “Remind you of anyone?”
“I thought the Prime Minister was supposed to be diplomatic.”
He grinned. “We seem to have different definitions of the word.” Behind him, across the room, she caught sight of Jonathan frowning at the two of them. It made her skin prickle, and she frowned back at him before turning away. When she picked up her goblet, it was disappointingly empty.
She wouldn’t create a scene, unless absolutely necessary. Lianne and the duke from Maren seemed to be lost in conversation, despite the rowdy behaviour of his companions. Tortall needed this marriage and Alanna was determined to see it through.
She could feel Gary watching her. “I suppose I should be thankful that you don’t have your head up your arse,” she said.
“He’s the king, Alanna. Someone has to make the decisions that no one else wants to.”
It was a truth she had always known, but it never got easier to accept. This wasn’t the first fight she and Jonathan had found themselves in, and it wouldn’t be the last. But she was no longer sure that she had the stomach to face another falling-out. They knew each other too well, and knew exactly how to hurt each other. A clean break would be best, but it was impossible.
“Look,” said Gary, and Alanna turned in time to see Lianne laugh, a blush rising in her cheeks. “I think we’re witnessing history in the making.”
They looked happy. Alanna caught the eye of a nearby page, and held out her goblet to be filled.
Rating: G
Word Count: 343
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Estrangement.
It would not be the first time she had made a scene in front of an entire embassy, and the young Marenite was still drinking like his belly was on fire. She could already picture disarming him, sword clattering to the ground, his face red and mottled. She thumbed over the hilt of her own sword. Jonathan would never let her do it. Not this time.
“Hot-headed enough without the wine,” observed Gary, stroking his moustache. He darted a wicked look at Alanna. “Remind you of anyone?”
“I thought the Prime Minister was supposed to be diplomatic.”
He grinned. “We seem to have different definitions of the word.” Behind him, across the room, she caught sight of Jonathan frowning at the two of them. It made her skin prickle, and she frowned back at him before turning away. When she picked up her goblet, it was disappointingly empty.
She wouldn’t create a scene, unless absolutely necessary. Lianne and the duke from Maren seemed to be lost in conversation, despite the rowdy behaviour of his companions. Tortall needed this marriage and Alanna was determined to see it through.
She could feel Gary watching her. “I suppose I should be thankful that you don’t have your head up your arse,” she said.
“He’s the king, Alanna. Someone has to make the decisions that no one else wants to.”
It was a truth she had always known, but it never got easier to accept. This wasn’t the first fight she and Jonathan had found themselves in, and it wouldn’t be the last. But she was no longer sure that she had the stomach to face another falling-out. They knew each other too well, and knew exactly how to hurt each other. A clean break would be best, but it was impossible.
“Look,” said Gary, and Alanna turned in time to see Lianne laugh, a blush rising in her cheeks. “I think we’re witnessing history in the making.”
They looked happy. Alanna caught the eye of a nearby page, and held out her goblet to be filled.