Post by Kit on May 18, 2013 1:54:37 GMT 10
Title: Word dances
Rating: PG-13
word count: 502
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/fight: 2A
Summary: in the wake of Raoul and Buri's surprising decision, Lalasa enages in silly speculation, and finds herself flustered by an unlikely figure.
The Giantkiller and Buriram Tourakom make a striking couple, even if you have to squint and tilt to fit them both in the frame. Lalasa would wish any happiness on the man who has helped shape and protect her lady. And Buri seems just as happy under his alarmingly large arm as she is on a vicious little pony, teaching young rider trainees to survive in the wild, one curse and fall at a time. Having to stretch to fit, they seem to have made an extra effort into fitting well.
“You look thoughtful.”
Lalasa looked up from her sewing, though her hands did not stop. Darning is easy, eyeless work. Kel stood in the doorway of Lalasa’s alcove, weary-eyed (and who knows when she will be sent out again!) but smiling.
“My lady?”
Even at her most impassive, there were some signs lady Kel could not hide. A tightening at the jaw, narrowing of the eye. The faint impress of teeth to her lower lip. Small fragments of feeling that might be stiched together, if Lalasa took special care. (You might be imagining it all, you silly woman.) Lalasa knew the weight behind titles, now. That did not mean she would stop using them.
“No, I’m curious now. What made you smile?”
This made Lalasa laugh, softr and startled. She dropped her sewing, hands clenching rather than fly to her mouth to catch it. (It’s all right. You’re safe).
“I was thinking of Lord Raoul,” she said, enjoying the unhidden surprise on Kel’s face. “And the Commander of the Rider’s—“
“—Former—”
“They seem very happy together.” Lalasa shrugged, swallowing down appalled joy at interrupting her mistress and not even squeaking about it. “It is lovely,” she said. “And yet, I always thought that Buri was…well…”
Kel’s head tilted to one side, hazel eyes sparrow curious, sparrow bright. “Yes?”
“Like me, my lady.”
“Like…I’m afraid I don’t follow, Lalas—oh.” Now, Kel’s cheeks flushed. “Well.”
Lalasa shrugged. “It was just silly speculation.”
Kel nodded, walking slowly over to the window that filled Lalasa’s work area with the afternoon fall light, all metal grey shot through with bright leaves. It brought out the faint gold threads that Kel would deny ever having in her hair, and did kindly things to the shadows beneath her eyes; the bruise Lalasa knew lay just above her collar; the still healing griffin scars. “To me it’s all just people,” she said, softly. “Just because there hasn’t been a lady yet that I’ve…that I’ve…well.” Kel laughed, shaking her head at her own timidity, trying again.
“My heart’s a silly thing,” she said. “You know that. And just because I haven’t gone and fallen for a woman yet doesn’t mean that I won’t.”
Lalasa’s breath caught (Oh, Great Mother, please that she didn’t hear that!) and Kel was facing her again, face a little flushed but her smile frank and easy.
“People love who they love, when they love them. Isn’t that right?”
“…yes, my lady.”
Rating: PG-13
word count: 502
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Round/fight: 2A
Summary: in the wake of Raoul and Buri's surprising decision, Lalasa enages in silly speculation, and finds herself flustered by an unlikely figure.
The Giantkiller and Buriram Tourakom make a striking couple, even if you have to squint and tilt to fit them both in the frame. Lalasa would wish any happiness on the man who has helped shape and protect her lady. And Buri seems just as happy under his alarmingly large arm as she is on a vicious little pony, teaching young rider trainees to survive in the wild, one curse and fall at a time. Having to stretch to fit, they seem to have made an extra effort into fitting well.
“You look thoughtful.”
Lalasa looked up from her sewing, though her hands did not stop. Darning is easy, eyeless work. Kel stood in the doorway of Lalasa’s alcove, weary-eyed (and who knows when she will be sent out again!) but smiling.
“My lady?”
Even at her most impassive, there were some signs lady Kel could not hide. A tightening at the jaw, narrowing of the eye. The faint impress of teeth to her lower lip. Small fragments of feeling that might be stiched together, if Lalasa took special care. (You might be imagining it all, you silly woman.) Lalasa knew the weight behind titles, now. That did not mean she would stop using them.
“No, I’m curious now. What made you smile?”
This made Lalasa laugh, softr and startled. She dropped her sewing, hands clenching rather than fly to her mouth to catch it. (It’s all right. You’re safe).
“I was thinking of Lord Raoul,” she said, enjoying the unhidden surprise on Kel’s face. “And the Commander of the Rider’s—“
“—Former—”
“They seem very happy together.” Lalasa shrugged, swallowing down appalled joy at interrupting her mistress and not even squeaking about it. “It is lovely,” she said. “And yet, I always thought that Buri was…well…”
Kel’s head tilted to one side, hazel eyes sparrow curious, sparrow bright. “Yes?”
“Like me, my lady.”
“Like…I’m afraid I don’t follow, Lalas—oh.” Now, Kel’s cheeks flushed. “Well.”
Lalasa shrugged. “It was just silly speculation.”
Kel nodded, walking slowly over to the window that filled Lalasa’s work area with the afternoon fall light, all metal grey shot through with bright leaves. It brought out the faint gold threads that Kel would deny ever having in her hair, and did kindly things to the shadows beneath her eyes; the bruise Lalasa knew lay just above her collar; the still healing griffin scars. “To me it’s all just people,” she said, softly. “Just because there hasn’t been a lady yet that I’ve…that I’ve…well.” Kel laughed, shaking her head at her own timidity, trying again.
“My heart’s a silly thing,” she said. “You know that. And just because I haven’t gone and fallen for a woman yet doesn’t mean that I won’t.”
Lalasa’s breath caught (Oh, Great Mother, please that she didn’t hear that!) and Kel was facing her again, face a little flushed but her smile frank and easy.
“People love who they love, when they love them. Isn’t that right?”
“…yes, my lady.”