Post by Verasque on May 2, 2009 18:24:56 GMT 10
Title: Good Knights
Rating: PG
Summary: A good knight must face their fears.
Note: Something old I dug up and rewrote. Hope you enjoy it ;D
“Do you like my new pet?”
Alanna watched with disgust—and fear—as Jonathan placed the glass bottle on top of the small desk in her room, effectively showing off his new friend. He proceeded to bend down in front of the mirror to rake a comb through his hair before winking at his reflection. Satisfied, he straightened his tunic and turned to her.
“Well?”
“Well what?” she asked in annoyance. The fool knew very well that he looked… nice.
He grinned. “What do you think of my pet?”
Oh. “I hate it.”
“Good.”
She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing really,” he shrugged and moved past her towards the connecting door that led back into his own chambers. “Take care of Delia for me, alright? I’m going to romance her Ma.”
What!? “You named it after your lady love?” The red-head’s eye twitched as she looked back at the enormous, shiny, black spider that was crawling up the sides of its prison.
“Of course,” Jon replied in his are you stupid? voice. “Because it’s beautiful, predatory, and,” an unattractive glint entered his eye, “the centre of your absolute terror.”
Alanna glowered. She always knew the prince was an utter lump of hog lard. He looked like one too! With his stupid blue tunic that emphasised the sapphires that made up his stupid eyes. “She is not! And stop wearing blue. It makes you look hideous.”
He laughed. “And I should trust your word because…? Nevertheless, I’ll be off. Remember: a good knight must face their fears. Let’s see how long it will take you!”
Alanna made rude faces at his back. Once the door clicked and cemented Jon’s exit, Alanna turned back to the glass container and picked it up. Disregarding the fact that the hairs on her arms were standing on end à la Faithful, she walked into her knight-master’s room. To hell with their connecting-door rules! She removed the lid quickly and—dropping the bottle onto the soft rug—waited, and trembled a little, patiently as Delia crawled out of its glass house.
Alanna shook her finger down at her knight-master’s pet. “A good knight must not only face their fears, but destroy it.” Imagining Jon’s proud (read: horrified) and real Delia’s smiling (read: ugly) faces, Alanna lifted her boot and smirked as a loud, satisfying crunch followed. At this rate, she wasn’t only going to be a good knight, but a damn legendary one too.
Rating: PG
Summary: A good knight must face their fears.
Note: Something old I dug up and rewrote. Hope you enjoy it ;D
“Do you like my new pet?”
Alanna watched with disgust—and fear—as Jonathan placed the glass bottle on top of the small desk in her room, effectively showing off his new friend. He proceeded to bend down in front of the mirror to rake a comb through his hair before winking at his reflection. Satisfied, he straightened his tunic and turned to her.
“Well?”
“Well what?” she asked in annoyance. The fool knew very well that he looked… nice.
He grinned. “What do you think of my pet?”
Oh. “I hate it.”
“Good.”
She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing really,” he shrugged and moved past her towards the connecting door that led back into his own chambers. “Take care of Delia for me, alright? I’m going to romance her Ma.”
What!? “You named it after your lady love?” The red-head’s eye twitched as she looked back at the enormous, shiny, black spider that was crawling up the sides of its prison.
“Of course,” Jon replied in his are you stupid? voice. “Because it’s beautiful, predatory, and,” an unattractive glint entered his eye, “the centre of your absolute terror.”
Alanna glowered. She always knew the prince was an utter lump of hog lard. He looked like one too! With his stupid blue tunic that emphasised the sapphires that made up his stupid eyes. “She is not! And stop wearing blue. It makes you look hideous.”
He laughed. “And I should trust your word because…? Nevertheless, I’ll be off. Remember: a good knight must face their fears. Let’s see how long it will take you!”
Alanna made rude faces at his back. Once the door clicked and cemented Jon’s exit, Alanna turned back to the glass container and picked it up. Disregarding the fact that the hairs on her arms were standing on end à la Faithful, she walked into her knight-master’s room. To hell with their connecting-door rules! She removed the lid quickly and—dropping the bottle onto the soft rug—waited, and trembled a little, patiently as Delia crawled out of its glass house.
Alanna shook her finger down at her knight-master’s pet. “A good knight must not only face their fears, but destroy it.” Imagining Jon’s proud (read: horrified) and real Delia’s smiling (read: ugly) faces, Alanna lifted her boot and smirked as a loud, satisfying crunch followed. At this rate, she wasn’t only going to be a good knight, but a damn legendary one too.
And your narration is lovely!
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!