kawa~ inspiration #131
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Title~ Broken
Author~ Annarti
Dislcaimer~ Both mine~~
Notes~ kawa~ 131. Why yes, Lynnlita does~ think herself higher than everyone, including royalty from a kingdom she's visiting 9.9; I've actually been wanting to write this one for AGES, but never been quite sure how to get it happening. This works tho =3
Oh yeah, this isn't one of the introductory minifics, but feel free to read it anyway X3
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Lynnlita sighed quietly, sitting primly on the couch and fanning herself in the heat of the day. It wasn’t even particularly hot today, but Raykinian tradition dictated that regardless of the weather, the kingdom’s citizens would all bed down for a few hours in the middle of the day. Even the servants had taken a few hours off to retire to their quarters. Poor form, Lynnlita thought.
She sighed again, then kicked her feet off the couch and onto the refreshingly cool stone floor. She could hear blades clashing down in the army barracks. Not many, but enough at least to prove that not everyone in the kingdom slept when the sun was at its highest.
The Llayan princess slanted a glance at the door back into the palace. If she was going to make that prince her husband, she was going to have to try harder at changing him. Just a little bit, just so he would be awake to entertain her. He was being a most ungracious host, really. It didn’t matter if the whole kingdom took a midday siesta; he could drop that while she was here, at the very least!
Lynnlita tossed her curls back over her shoulder, hitched up her skirts and padded on bare feet to Nolryn’s room. He lay with his back to her, black hair flopped over the pillow.
She stood there for a few moments, just watching him sleep, before creeping silently up to his bed, fully intent on shaking him forcefully awake… but something stopped her.
One hand lay on the pillow in front of his face, his fingers curled loosely against his palm. But it wasn’t the hand of a crown prince. It wasn’t even the hand of a nobleman. They were supposed to be smooth and delicate, made for cradling a lady’s cheek or a fine crystal wine glass.
Nolryn’s rough, callused hands would look wrong in either of those positions. They seemed more suited to holding a farmer’s pitchfork or a blacksmith’s hammer. They were heavy, workman’s hands, not nobility at all.
Lynnlita padded around to the other side of the bed and knelt down, one of her own refined hands reaching out to the prince’s. She had always known he was an archer, of course, and that he rode a horse to Kazin for half the year, but somehow, Lynnlita could never see the rigours of battle taking any effect on her prince.
His fingers twitched when Lynnlita touched them, but he showed no other signs of wakefulness. She uncurled his fingers with her own, biting her lip sympathetically at the roughness of them. The calluses on his middle and index fingers, where he cradled his bowstring every time he pulled it back, felt coarse enough to scratch the skin from Lynnlita’s hands.
She gasped quietly as her fingers ran over the joints. Every finger but the middle one had been bent crooked. When she tried to straighten his little finger, his brow twitched in a frown and small noise came from his throat, showing his discomfort in the action even in his sleep.
Lynnlita clasped the finger gently, making a silent promise to the prince. If this was what the army did to not just a noble, but the crown prince, then it simply must be disbanded.
Still, she thought with a quiet smile, she certainly wouldn’t mind that hand in particular cupping her cheek…
Author~ Annarti
Dislcaimer~ Both mine~~
Notes~ kawa~ 131. Why yes, Lynnlita does~ think herself higher than everyone, including royalty from a kingdom she's visiting 9.9; I've actually been wanting to write this one for AGES, but never been quite sure how to get it happening. This works tho =3
Oh yeah, this isn't one of the introductory minifics, but feel free to read it anyway X3
Lynnlita sighed quietly, sitting primly on the couch and fanning herself in the heat of the day. It wasn’t even particularly hot today, but Raykinian tradition dictated that regardless of the weather, the kingdom’s citizens would all bed down for a few hours in the middle of the day. Even the servants had taken a few hours off to retire to their quarters. Poor form, Lynnlita thought.
She sighed again, then kicked her feet off the couch and onto the refreshingly cool stone floor. She could hear blades clashing down in the army barracks. Not many, but enough at least to prove that not everyone in the kingdom slept when the sun was at its highest.
The Llayan princess slanted a glance at the door back into the palace. If she was going to make that prince her husband, she was going to have to try harder at changing him. Just a little bit, just so he would be awake to entertain her. He was being a most ungracious host, really. It didn’t matter if the whole kingdom took a midday siesta; he could drop that while she was here, at the very least!
Lynnlita tossed her curls back over her shoulder, hitched up her skirts and padded on bare feet to Nolryn’s room. He lay with his back to her, black hair flopped over the pillow.
She stood there for a few moments, just watching him sleep, before creeping silently up to his bed, fully intent on shaking him forcefully awake… but something stopped her.
One hand lay on the pillow in front of his face, his fingers curled loosely against his palm. But it wasn’t the hand of a crown prince. It wasn’t even the hand of a nobleman. They were supposed to be smooth and delicate, made for cradling a lady’s cheek or a fine crystal wine glass.
Nolryn’s rough, callused hands would look wrong in either of those positions. They seemed more suited to holding a farmer’s pitchfork or a blacksmith’s hammer. They were heavy, workman’s hands, not nobility at all.
Lynnlita padded around to the other side of the bed and knelt down, one of her own refined hands reaching out to the prince’s. She had always known he was an archer, of course, and that he rode a horse to Kazin for half the year, but somehow, Lynnlita could never see the rigours of battle taking any effect on her prince.
His fingers twitched when Lynnlita touched them, but he showed no other signs of wakefulness. She uncurled his fingers with her own, biting her lip sympathetically at the roughness of them. The calluses on his middle and index fingers, where he cradled his bowstring every time he pulled it back, felt coarse enough to scratch the skin from Lynnlita’s hands.
She gasped quietly as her fingers ran over the joints. Every finger but the middle one had been bent crooked. When she tried to straighten his little finger, his brow twitched in a frown and small noise came from his throat, showing his discomfort in the action even in his sleep.
Lynnlita clasped the finger gently, making a silent promise to the prince. If this was what the army did to not just a noble, but the crown prince, then it simply must be disbanded.
Still, she thought with a quiet smile, she certainly wouldn’t mind that hand in particular cupping her cheek…
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Date: 2006-05-05 09:53 am (UTC)I love the imagary in this fic - silly Lynnlita, hands with character are the best hands there are.
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Date: 2006-05-06 07:59 am (UTC)"Oh Aeia, she's going to wake me up >< I'm not here~ I'm asleep~~ I wake for NO WOMAN... Ooh crap she's coming over. I'm screwed. She's not saying anything.... What the.. what in Lin's sweet and holy name are you--yes, I've broken fingers, now go sweep the desert and let me--OW, YES, THAT ONE MORE RECENTLY. I an TWO SECONDS from waking up now. SWEEP THE AEIA DAMNED DESERT."
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Date: 2006-05-07 03:45 am (UTC)