Post by wordy on May 16, 2013 11:21:06 GMT 10
Title: Blizzard
Rating: PG
Word Count: 344
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Alan(na) and her knight-master are a poor match for the elements.
The wind was stirring into a blizzard, showering flakes of snow from every possible direction. Alanna rubbed her hands together. Even with her thick, wool-lined gloves, her fingers were beginning to feel numb.
Jon had thrown back his hood to look around the clearing. The tip of his nose was pink; snowflakes collected in his dark hair, only to melt away.
“We’re lost,” said Alanna, through chattering teeth. “You can say it.”
“We’re lost,” he admitted.
She punched him on the shoulder and he winced, then hurried to raise his hood once more, pulling the scarf up over his nose and mouth. When he spoke, his voice was muffled, and apologetic. “We’ll have to wait it out.”
They set about unrolling their blankets in silence. Alanna was glad that Moonlight, at least, was safe and warm back at the palace stables. The thought of all that prickly hay was suddenly appealing.
In the cold and the snow, they arranged themselves upon the ground. She huddled amongst the layers of blankets while Jon adjusted the water-proof tarp over the top of them. It seemed entirely useless, but then, it felt like the cold had already burrowed its way into her bones.
She couldn’t feel Jon’s warm breath against her neck as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her shivering form, but she could imagine it, and though she hated him completely at this moment, his body was a comfort. There was no one she would rather be trapped in a snowstorm with.
“When we get back to the palace,” he whispered, “I’m going to build up the fire in my room until it feels like an oven.”
“When we get back to the palace,” Alanna said, “I’m going to kill you. And then I’m never going to go anywhere with you ever again.”
The wind howled and she hugged herself tighter, turning her face into Jonathan’s chest. Where their bodies met, she was beginning to feel warmer. She wriggled her toes in her boots and closed her eyes to the memory of summer.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 344
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Alan(na) and her knight-master are a poor match for the elements.
The wind was stirring into a blizzard, showering flakes of snow from every possible direction. Alanna rubbed her hands together. Even with her thick, wool-lined gloves, her fingers were beginning to feel numb.
Jon had thrown back his hood to look around the clearing. The tip of his nose was pink; snowflakes collected in his dark hair, only to melt away.
“We’re lost,” said Alanna, through chattering teeth. “You can say it.”
“We’re lost,” he admitted.
She punched him on the shoulder and he winced, then hurried to raise his hood once more, pulling the scarf up over his nose and mouth. When he spoke, his voice was muffled, and apologetic. “We’ll have to wait it out.”
They set about unrolling their blankets in silence. Alanna was glad that Moonlight, at least, was safe and warm back at the palace stables. The thought of all that prickly hay was suddenly appealing.
In the cold and the snow, they arranged themselves upon the ground. She huddled amongst the layers of blankets while Jon adjusted the water-proof tarp over the top of them. It seemed entirely useless, but then, it felt like the cold had already burrowed its way into her bones.
She couldn’t feel Jon’s warm breath against her neck as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her shivering form, but she could imagine it, and though she hated him completely at this moment, his body was a comfort. There was no one she would rather be trapped in a snowstorm with.
“When we get back to the palace,” he whispered, “I’m going to build up the fire in my room until it feels like an oven.”
“When we get back to the palace,” Alanna said, “I’m going to kill you. And then I’m never going to go anywhere with you ever again.”
The wind howled and she hugged herself tighter, turning her face into Jonathan’s chest. Where their bodies met, she was beginning to feel warmer. She wriggled her toes in her boots and closed her eyes to the memory of summer.