Post by wordy on May 17, 2013 13:47:22 GMT 10
Title: Tilt-Silly
Rating: G
Word Count: 267
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Things start getting messy when feelings are involved.
“The other squires all know how to joust,” Alanna hisses, lowering her gaze as a courtier passes them by, only to fix Jonathan with accusing eyes once they’re alone again.
“You know how to joust.”
“Theory is next to useless compared with the real thing, and you know it.”
Of course he knows. But there’s no way he can say that the very idea of charging down a lane towards her makes his skin break out in sweat. She mastered the sword through her own stubbornness, practised until it came as easily as breathing, but not every man is made for the lance. Jousting requires a certain amount of strength, which even hard-earned talent cannot beat.
It’s true that he’s been holding out. How easy it would be to hurt her, though!
Her eyebrows lower alarmingly, and she pokes a finger against his chest, hard. “Tomorrow, after the midday bell. I know your schedule, Jon, so don’t even try not showing up!”
He opens his mouth to say something—what exactly, he’s not certain—but she cuts him off.
“You have a duty as my knight-master, Jon, and I’ll have neither of us made fools of because you’re overthinking this. You’re going to teach me how to joust, even if I have to tie you to your horse!”
She stalks away, then, for which he’s very grateful. He wishes that he could walk away from himself, but he can’t, so he settles for putting a hand to his eyes, because the anxiety that their jousting session inspires in him seems to stem from feelings that are quite…problematic.
Rating: G
Word Count: 267
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Things start getting messy when feelings are involved.
“The other squires all know how to joust,” Alanna hisses, lowering her gaze as a courtier passes them by, only to fix Jonathan with accusing eyes once they’re alone again.
“You know how to joust.”
“Theory is next to useless compared with the real thing, and you know it.”
Of course he knows. But there’s no way he can say that the very idea of charging down a lane towards her makes his skin break out in sweat. She mastered the sword through her own stubbornness, practised until it came as easily as breathing, but not every man is made for the lance. Jousting requires a certain amount of strength, which even hard-earned talent cannot beat.
It’s true that he’s been holding out. How easy it would be to hurt her, though!
Her eyebrows lower alarmingly, and she pokes a finger against his chest, hard. “Tomorrow, after the midday bell. I know your schedule, Jon, so don’t even try not showing up!”
He opens his mouth to say something—what exactly, he’s not certain—but she cuts him off.
“You have a duty as my knight-master, Jon, and I’ll have neither of us made fools of because you’re overthinking this. You’re going to teach me how to joust, even if I have to tie you to your horse!”
She stalks away, then, for which he’s very grateful. He wishes that he could walk away from himself, but he can’t, so he settles for putting a hand to his eyes, because the anxiety that their jousting session inspires in him seems to stem from feelings that are quite…problematic.