15min fic #53
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Title~ PWNED!
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 53. Takes place after that one. Anyone get the feeling this is turning out to be the shittiest week of Nol's life? Oooh~ yeah.
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“Where in Lin’s sweet name have you been? I’ve had to fight with ‘may all afternoon.” Melraan grinned broadly. “I could really do with someone I can beat, if it’s all the same to you.” Only then did he notice the stormy look in his comrade’s already dark eyes. “Nol?”
The prince muttered something under his breath, then raised his voice for the benefit of everyone in the barracks. “Every single one of you Aeia-damned King’s Bastards owes me a Liquid Sunset.”
Melraan exchanged a look with Nimay as the barracks grew eerily silent. It wasn’t long before the swordsmen who weren’t part of the Own had made themselves scarce, leaving the thirteen men whispering to each other, debating who would be the one to buy the first Liquid Sunset. They crowded together as some sort of vague safety in numbers strategy. It was plain to Melraan that Nimay didn’t really know where to stand—whatever Nolryn was annoyed about, it didn’t appear to include her.
“What did we do, exactly?” Garuk, one of the archers, whispered to Melraan.
The swordsman just shrugged in reply. Doubtless they would be told in due time.
“I’ve just returned from the ‘Thrai, accepting the blame for something I wasn’t even involved in.”
There was an uneasy shift among the Own as the same thought ran through their minds. 'Oh yeah, that.'
“Would any of you fine upstanding defenders of Raykin care to explain to me what in Lin’s name happened last night that drew you to reduce nine chairs and a table to splinters, shatter Lin knows how many glasses, slit open a full keg of Venom and half a keg of Liquid Sunset?”
Another uneasy shift, before one man cleared his throat. Melraan winced slightly; answering the prince at this point was not a wide idea.
“It wasn’t our blades that spilt the Venom, Highness.” At least he’d used the correct form of address, but still…
Nolryn smiled darkly and turned his face to the ceiling. “It is, however, my coin that will be replacing that keg, and my reputation that will be the one to slide because of it.” He cast a withering look over the noticeably sheepish group of Raykin’s best fighters. “What in Lin’s name did you do?”
To Melraan’s relief, nobody said anything. The fact that they had been defending Nol’s name to begin with definitely wouldn’t help their cause.
The swordsman could see Nimay out of the corner of his eye, looking more and more like she didn’t want to be there. He didn’t know why; she hadn’t been involved at all.
The prince sighed heavily when he didn’t get a response. “One more stunt like that and Kal says the Own—the whole of the Own, need I remind you—is banned from the ‘Thrai. His Majesty’s also asked me to relay to you that at the slightest hint of anything remotely like last night, you’ll be denounced from the Own. Apparently, if you couldn’t wield a whatever it is you wield as well as you do, half of you would be gone already. Clear?”
A collective nod bobbed through the Own, and Nol strode out of the barracks, presumably heading to the archery range, which would doubtless be empty save him for the remainder of the day.
Nimay, who had been on the sidelines for the whole lecture, ran out after him.
“He blew that way out of proportion,” Melraan said, breaking the silence. He was answered with another collective nod before the Own returned to their training.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 53. Takes place after that one. Anyone get the feeling this is turning out to be the shittiest week of Nol's life? Oooh~ yeah.
“Where in Lin’s sweet name have you been? I’ve had to fight with ‘may all afternoon.” Melraan grinned broadly. “I could really do with someone I can beat, if it’s all the same to you.” Only then did he notice the stormy look in his comrade’s already dark eyes. “Nol?”
The prince muttered something under his breath, then raised his voice for the benefit of everyone in the barracks. “Every single one of you Aeia-damned King’s Bastards owes me a Liquid Sunset.”
Melraan exchanged a look with Nimay as the barracks grew eerily silent. It wasn’t long before the swordsmen who weren’t part of the Own had made themselves scarce, leaving the thirteen men whispering to each other, debating who would be the one to buy the first Liquid Sunset. They crowded together as some sort of vague safety in numbers strategy. It was plain to Melraan that Nimay didn’t really know where to stand—whatever Nolryn was annoyed about, it didn’t appear to include her.
“What did we do, exactly?” Garuk, one of the archers, whispered to Melraan.
The swordsman just shrugged in reply. Doubtless they would be told in due time.
“I’ve just returned from the ‘Thrai, accepting the blame for something I wasn’t even involved in.”
There was an uneasy shift among the Own as the same thought ran through their minds. 'Oh yeah, that.'
“Would any of you fine upstanding defenders of Raykin care to explain to me what in Lin’s name happened last night that drew you to reduce nine chairs and a table to splinters, shatter Lin knows how many glasses, slit open a full keg of Venom and half a keg of Liquid Sunset?”
Another uneasy shift, before one man cleared his throat. Melraan winced slightly; answering the prince at this point was not a wide idea.
“It wasn’t our blades that spilt the Venom, Highness.” At least he’d used the correct form of address, but still…
Nolryn smiled darkly and turned his face to the ceiling. “It is, however, my coin that will be replacing that keg, and my reputation that will be the one to slide because of it.” He cast a withering look over the noticeably sheepish group of Raykin’s best fighters. “What in Lin’s name did you do?”
To Melraan’s relief, nobody said anything. The fact that they had been defending Nol’s name to begin with definitely wouldn’t help their cause.
The swordsman could see Nimay out of the corner of his eye, looking more and more like she didn’t want to be there. He didn’t know why; she hadn’t been involved at all.
The prince sighed heavily when he didn’t get a response. “One more stunt like that and Kal says the Own—the whole of the Own, need I remind you—is banned from the ‘Thrai. His Majesty’s also asked me to relay to you that at the slightest hint of anything remotely like last night, you’ll be denounced from the Own. Apparently, if you couldn’t wield a whatever it is you wield as well as you do, half of you would be gone already. Clear?”
A collective nod bobbed through the Own, and Nol strode out of the barracks, presumably heading to the archery range, which would doubtless be empty save him for the remainder of the day.
Nimay, who had been on the sidelines for the whole lecture, ran out after him.
“He blew that way out of proportion,” Melraan said, breaking the silence. He was answered with another collective nod before the Own returned to their training.