Post by kuno on Dec 16, 2013 16:14:36 GMT 10
Title: Accidents
Rating: G
For: imaginemi
Prompt: #3 - Neal/Kel friendship
Summary: Neal's favorite horse causes him more grief.
Notes and Warnings: Here, have some Neal/Kel banter. It's good for you
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“He didn't mean it you know.”
“Of course not. And I'm a griffin's uncle.”
Kel rolled her eyes. On her shoulder, Nealan of Queenscove fought to keep his balance with Kel supporting half his weight. They ignored the side-long glances of patients and healers alike as she helped Neal hobble down the healers wing. “You know Peachblossom didn't mean it. If he had meant it then your foot would be broken.”
“Who's to say that it isn't?”
“You're walking aren't you?”
“Barely, Kel. Barely.”
They got to an available room down the hall and she helped him sit down on the empty cot. When they managed to wiggle off his boot, she winced at the purple and black bruises that seemed to paint his entire foot. He glared at her. “Didn't mean it, huh?”
“He didn't meant it.” Kel grabbed an extra chair and helped him prop his foot up on it. “Even Tobe said that it was accident and he can talk to Peachblossom.”
“Because horses can't lie?”
“Neal.” She fixed him with a look. “I think if he had done it on purpose your foot really would be broken. Besides, after all these years you really should know not to go into his stall.”
When she turned to look down at his foot he mumbled something about Peachblossom needing to learn some manners. She ignored that and instead tenderly inspected his foot. “Can you heal it?”
“Of course I can.” Neal raised his eyebrows at her. “I'm not crippled.”
“Your acting like it.” Kel told him.
“It hurts!”
“Then heal it.” She retorted.
Neal leaned forward over his leg and raised his hand to his foot. He let green magic pool into his injury as Kel watched the bruises disappear and lighten at varying degrees. When he was done his foot looked like it had just been washed of paint. “There. That'll do.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little, but it's fine.”
“I am sorry he stepped on it. Even if he didn't mean it.”
“That's alright.” He put his foot down gently. “Though I still say he meant it.”
“Neal.”
“Hm?”
“Your foot can have more accidents.”
“No thank you.” He said cheerily. “You brutes can abuse me later. Now, let's go get something to eat.”
Rating: G
For: imaginemi
Prompt: #3 - Neal/Kel friendship
Summary: Neal's favorite horse causes him more grief.
Notes and Warnings: Here, have some Neal/Kel banter. It's good for you
~~
“He didn't mean it you know.”
“Of course not. And I'm a griffin's uncle.”
Kel rolled her eyes. On her shoulder, Nealan of Queenscove fought to keep his balance with Kel supporting half his weight. They ignored the side-long glances of patients and healers alike as she helped Neal hobble down the healers wing. “You know Peachblossom didn't mean it. If he had meant it then your foot would be broken.”
“Who's to say that it isn't?”
“You're walking aren't you?”
“Barely, Kel. Barely.”
They got to an available room down the hall and she helped him sit down on the empty cot. When they managed to wiggle off his boot, she winced at the purple and black bruises that seemed to paint his entire foot. He glared at her. “Didn't mean it, huh?”
“He didn't meant it.” Kel grabbed an extra chair and helped him prop his foot up on it. “Even Tobe said that it was accident and he can talk to Peachblossom.”
“Because horses can't lie?”
“Neal.” She fixed him with a look. “I think if he had done it on purpose your foot really would be broken. Besides, after all these years you really should know not to go into his stall.”
When she turned to look down at his foot he mumbled something about Peachblossom needing to learn some manners. She ignored that and instead tenderly inspected his foot. “Can you heal it?”
“Of course I can.” Neal raised his eyebrows at her. “I'm not crippled.”
“Your acting like it.” Kel told him.
“It hurts!”
“Then heal it.” She retorted.
Neal leaned forward over his leg and raised his hand to his foot. He let green magic pool into his injury as Kel watched the bruises disappear and lighten at varying degrees. When he was done his foot looked like it had just been washed of paint. “There. That'll do.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little, but it's fine.”
“I am sorry he stepped on it. Even if he didn't mean it.”
“That's alright.” He put his foot down gently. “Though I still say he meant it.”
“Neal.”
“Hm?”
“Your foot can have more accidents.”
“No thank you.” He said cheerily. “You brutes can abuse me later. Now, let's go get something to eat.”