Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 21:42:36 GMT 10
Title: Ungrounded
Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Coronation Day ends with the buzzing in Alanna’s head.
It might be the chill of terror seeping from her veins after the fight in the catacombs that causes the strange sensation of floating in Alanna’s head.
She puts her head between her knees and breathes deeply, blocking out every other thought from her mind. Breathe.
It might be the sheer scale of destruction that has been wreaked on the Palace; the halls littered with stone and splintered beams still the pounding of her heart when she sees them, and it only gets worse the closer to the Hall of Crowns she gets.
It might be the way that her legs buckle beneath her and refuse her weight in the moments before she sees George, very much alive and waving to her.
It might be any number of things that lead her to Jon’s side, down to the small flashes of white in his coal black hair that somehow do and do not surprise her at all.
He leans on the altar as they speak—well, he speaks, because there’s something in her throat that keeps her words stillborn—and her head spins again, leaving her dizzy and empty feeling.
Alanna realizes Jon’s done speaking when he reaches for her hand. As his fingers brush hers, a spark ignites between them and runs up the length of her arm, clearing a path down into the center of her chest where it burns, comfortable and heavy enough to anchor her in the here and now.
Jon kisses her fingers, and she feels the ground under her feet again.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Coronation Day ends with the buzzing in Alanna’s head.
It might be the chill of terror seeping from her veins after the fight in the catacombs that causes the strange sensation of floating in Alanna’s head.
She puts her head between her knees and breathes deeply, blocking out every other thought from her mind. Breathe.
It might be the sheer scale of destruction that has been wreaked on the Palace; the halls littered with stone and splintered beams still the pounding of her heart when she sees them, and it only gets worse the closer to the Hall of Crowns she gets.
It might be the way that her legs buckle beneath her and refuse her weight in the moments before she sees George, very much alive and waving to her.
It might be any number of things that lead her to Jon’s side, down to the small flashes of white in his coal black hair that somehow do and do not surprise her at all.
He leans on the altar as they speak—well, he speaks, because there’s something in her throat that keeps her words stillborn—and her head spins again, leaving her dizzy and empty feeling.
Alanna realizes Jon’s done speaking when he reaches for her hand. As his fingers brush hers, a spark ignites between them and runs up the length of her arm, clearing a path down into the center of her chest where it burns, comfortable and heavy enough to anchor her in the here and now.
Jon kisses her fingers, and she feels the ground under her feet again.