15min fic #3
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Title~ Not My Fault
Author~ Annarti
Warnings~ Nada
Disclaimer~ Mine again. No takey.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 3. Takes place after You Won't be Mine, but it's not vital that you've read it to make sense of this one.
Edit~ 23 August 06 ~ Um... should be Rau, not 'may. She's not General yet.
~ ~ ~ “How can the blame be pinned on me? I wasn’t even there!”
“You make the perfect scapegoat.”
Nolryn folded his arms over his chest and cast his eyes skyward, sighing openly.
“Regardless, if you had been there, things wouldn’t have gotten out of hand.”
The prince raised an eyebrow. “I’m being blamed through absence now?”
“Nolryn…” The king’s voice was strained. “You’re looking at this the wrong way. You’re not being blamed, you’re merely apologising on behalf of your comrades.”
“So I’m accepting the blame for something I wasn’t even involved in.”
Mithé frowned slightly, as though thinking. “Which brings me to another point: Where were you if you weren’t at the Thrai?”
Nolryn shrugged and averted his gaze slightly. “Not important,” he replied dismissively. “Here’s a question: have you thought to talk to the guys who were actually involved? Make them apologise.”
“I have, and they’ve each paid for damages.” Mithé sighed heavily. “People are going to look upon this as being an act of the Own, not individual members of it. I would ask Nimay to apologise on their behalf, but given that you tend to frequent the Thrai more often than she does, it would sound better coming from you.”
The prince pouted and glared at a random spot on the floor.
“Please, Nolryn.”
“Every single one of those guys owes me a Liquid Sunset,” Nol muttered, not breaking eye contact with the floor, “on the same night.”
He could feel the king’s smile as well as he could feel the heavy hand slapping his shoulder.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” It never failed to amaze him how his father’s tone changed so dramatically whenever something went his way. He shrugged himself out from under the king’s arm and made for the door, but not before being stopped by another accusation.
“Where were you if not the Golden Thrai? You always drink there, don’t you?”
Nolryn kicked at the floor with one sandal, not slowing his pace. “Not important,” he mumbled, then left, bound as always for the Thrai.
Author~ Annarti
Warnings~ Nada
Disclaimer~ Mine again. No takey.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 3. Takes place after You Won't be Mine, but it's not vital that you've read it to make sense of this one.
Edit~ 23 August 06 ~ Um... should be Rau, not 'may. She's not General yet.
“You make the perfect scapegoat.”
Nolryn folded his arms over his chest and cast his eyes skyward, sighing openly.
“Regardless, if you had been there, things wouldn’t have gotten out of hand.”
The prince raised an eyebrow. “I’m being blamed through absence now?”
“Nolryn…” The king’s voice was strained. “You’re looking at this the wrong way. You’re not being blamed, you’re merely apologising on behalf of your comrades.”
“So I’m accepting the blame for something I wasn’t even involved in.”
Mithé frowned slightly, as though thinking. “Which brings me to another point: Where were you if you weren’t at the Thrai?”
Nolryn shrugged and averted his gaze slightly. “Not important,” he replied dismissively. “Here’s a question: have you thought to talk to the guys who were actually involved? Make them apologise.”
“I have, and they’ve each paid for damages.” Mithé sighed heavily. “People are going to look upon this as being an act of the Own, not individual members of it. I would ask Nimay to apologise on their behalf, but given that you tend to frequent the Thrai more often than she does, it would sound better coming from you.”
The prince pouted and glared at a random spot on the floor.
“Please, Nolryn.”
“Every single one of those guys owes me a Liquid Sunset,” Nol muttered, not breaking eye contact with the floor, “on the same night.”
He could feel the king’s smile as well as he could feel the heavy hand slapping his shoulder.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” It never failed to amaze him how his father’s tone changed so dramatically whenever something went his way. He shrugged himself out from under the king’s arm and made for the door, but not before being stopped by another accusation.
“Where were you if not the Golden Thrai? You always drink there, don’t you?”
Nolryn kicked at the floor with one sandal, not slowing his pace. “Not important,” he mumbled, then left, bound as always for the Thrai.