Post by Kit on May 17, 2013 15:02:17 GMT 10
Title: New-old spaces
Rating: PG
Word count: 325
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Part of the joy in knowing is that learning comes first.
Keladry has always boarded at the palace. It is the practical thing to do, her siblings and their children filling Mindelan more than even the tallest of single knights ever could. Her palace rooms are spare, sturdy, and filled with the life she has tried to build. Yamani river stones and letters from New Hope, children’s scrawl tacked to the walls and sharing comfortable space with other gifts and adult honours. It is her space, and she is happy there.
Lalasa’s shop is warm and well stocked with the colours and cuts of her trade. Dyes still hang acrid on the air, cutting through incence and taylors chalk and the hair oil its owner favours==honeysuckle and aloe, a scent greener than it is sweet. Her back room, where the students come, is all wood polish and sweat, its floors and walls darkening gradually, no matter how well those same students clean. Lalasa’s own rooms, above the shop, are a jumble. Years of cleaning and orderly life seem to have burst at their seems, leaving a joyous, chaotically-sensible wreckage of cloth and colour and cookery, papers in piles and the bed—large and unfettered—a riot of covers and too many pillows for sense. The first time she sees it—sees the woman’s room, instead of the shy still-girl’s who had just purchased her own place, which still smelled new and sharp and strange, Kel had had to swallow. The cloest she ever really got to a gasp.
“It’s…”
“Mine.” Lalasa couldn’t help her laugh, moving to the bed and perching there, legs drawn up and chin on her knees.”
“It’s so unlike you.”
“Oh, really, my lady.” Kel, already flustered, had blushed at that tone, and Lalasa smiled wide enough that her face ached with the lines that hadn’t settled there yet. “You don’t really know what I’m like at all, these days. That’s why you came. To find out.
Rating: PG
Word count: 325
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Part of the joy in knowing is that learning comes first.
Keladry has always boarded at the palace. It is the practical thing to do, her siblings and their children filling Mindelan more than even the tallest of single knights ever could. Her palace rooms are spare, sturdy, and filled with the life she has tried to build. Yamani river stones and letters from New Hope, children’s scrawl tacked to the walls and sharing comfortable space with other gifts and adult honours. It is her space, and she is happy there.
Lalasa’s shop is warm and well stocked with the colours and cuts of her trade. Dyes still hang acrid on the air, cutting through incence and taylors chalk and the hair oil its owner favours==honeysuckle and aloe, a scent greener than it is sweet. Her back room, where the students come, is all wood polish and sweat, its floors and walls darkening gradually, no matter how well those same students clean. Lalasa’s own rooms, above the shop, are a jumble. Years of cleaning and orderly life seem to have burst at their seems, leaving a joyous, chaotically-sensible wreckage of cloth and colour and cookery, papers in piles and the bed—large and unfettered—a riot of covers and too many pillows for sense. The first time she sees it—sees the woman’s room, instead of the shy still-girl’s who had just purchased her own place, which still smelled new and sharp and strange, Kel had had to swallow. The cloest she ever really got to a gasp.
“It’s…”
“Mine.” Lalasa couldn’t help her laugh, moving to the bed and perching there, legs drawn up and chin on her knees.”
“It’s so unlike you.”
“Oh, really, my lady.” Kel, already flustered, had blushed at that tone, and Lalasa smiled wide enough that her face ached with the lines that hadn’t settled there yet. “You don’t really know what I’m like at all, these days. That’s why you came. To find out.