Post by Rosie on Aug 2, 2016 22:02:30 GMT 10
Title: Gloves Off
Rating: PG
Prompt: #95: Obsession
Summary: Douglass isn't exactly happy, having been sent off to the border thanks to his knight-master's misdemeanours. For Kyp!
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"I hope you're happy."
"Happy?" Gary snarled back. "What in the name of Mithros would make you think that I was happy about this situation?"
Douglass stretched his arms out, apparently entirely unconcerned by Gary's outburst. "Well, you kept Lady Delia's glove, didn't you? Did you check if it fit yet?"
They were not both going to survive this trip to the border. Gary could feel veins pulsing in his neck. His horse shifted nervously under him, responding to his tension. With a great effort, he tried to control his breathing like the Mithran master had taught him. "I don't want to wear Lady Delia's glove, Douglass."
"Seems like you might have let Raoul have it, in that case," Douglass returned, looking almost lazy upon his own horse. If Gary hadn't seen Douglass in action, he'd never guess that the boy was a trained fighter. "I don't want to criticise you, of course, sir-" Gary snorted "-but Raoul did seem to want it an awful lot, and I think the colour would have suited his complexion terribly well."
Ridiculous. Douglass was absolutely ridiculous, and-
"All right, I'm sorry," Gary said with a sigh, knowing it was what Douglass was aiming for. "I'm sorry I've turned you out of your nice warm bed, and that we've got to cool our heels at the border."
"And you're sorry for making me wait on Lady Delia," Douglass added with an impish smile. "I don't know why you're taking tasks away from Alan when clearly he enjoys the pleasure of fawning over her."
That did make Gary chuckle. "You squires will all understand the lure of a pretty lady one day," he warned, rubbing his head.
There was a pause, and then Douglass said, "I'd probably pick one who didn't already have her eyes set on my cousin."
The truth stung a little, but Gary shook it off. "You can't choose who you fall in love with," he said, injecting the worldly tone he'd picked up from his time at the Dancing Dove. He'd found this impressive, but it was too much to expect Douglass to be swayed.
"Maybe not, but you can choose not to have a fight over a poorly sewn glove that doesn't even fit you. I'd opt for one of your father's gloves next time. Those are always well made, and you might grow into them one day."
Time with Douglass had taught Gary not to attempt to have the last word. It usually didn't end well.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #95: Obsession
Summary: Douglass isn't exactly happy, having been sent off to the border thanks to his knight-master's misdemeanours. For Kyp!
--
"I hope you're happy."
"Happy?" Gary snarled back. "What in the name of Mithros would make you think that I was happy about this situation?"
Douglass stretched his arms out, apparently entirely unconcerned by Gary's outburst. "Well, you kept Lady Delia's glove, didn't you? Did you check if it fit yet?"
They were not both going to survive this trip to the border. Gary could feel veins pulsing in his neck. His horse shifted nervously under him, responding to his tension. With a great effort, he tried to control his breathing like the Mithran master had taught him. "I don't want to wear Lady Delia's glove, Douglass."
"Seems like you might have let Raoul have it, in that case," Douglass returned, looking almost lazy upon his own horse. If Gary hadn't seen Douglass in action, he'd never guess that the boy was a trained fighter. "I don't want to criticise you, of course, sir-" Gary snorted "-but Raoul did seem to want it an awful lot, and I think the colour would have suited his complexion terribly well."
Ridiculous. Douglass was absolutely ridiculous, and-
"All right, I'm sorry," Gary said with a sigh, knowing it was what Douglass was aiming for. "I'm sorry I've turned you out of your nice warm bed, and that we've got to cool our heels at the border."
"And you're sorry for making me wait on Lady Delia," Douglass added with an impish smile. "I don't know why you're taking tasks away from Alan when clearly he enjoys the pleasure of fawning over her."
That did make Gary chuckle. "You squires will all understand the lure of a pretty lady one day," he warned, rubbing his head.
There was a pause, and then Douglass said, "I'd probably pick one who didn't already have her eyes set on my cousin."
The truth stung a little, but Gary shook it off. "You can't choose who you fall in love with," he said, injecting the worldly tone he'd picked up from his time at the Dancing Dove. He'd found this impressive, but it was too much to expect Douglass to be swayed.
"Maybe not, but you can choose not to have a fight over a poorly sewn glove that doesn't even fit you. I'd opt for one of your father's gloves next time. Those are always well made, and you might grow into them one day."
Time with Douglass had taught Gary not to attempt to have the last word. It usually didn't end well.
Duke G's gloves would of course have only three fingers on one hand, so Douglass's comment might be a little sinister from that angle...
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!