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so_out_of_ideas) wrote2006-09-24 12:32 pm
so_out_of_ideas) wrote2006-09-24 12:32 pm
...I could bottle the inspiration...
Or control it, or something. I'm supposed to be writing the second date, but no...
More EF related fic.
Title: Lonely Summer
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: "I'm afraid Idae is worried about me..."
Rating: PG
Length: Around 800 words
Category: Humor/Romance
Pairings:Owen/Aaralyn
A/N RPG related. This is a companion piece to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stargatefangurl's story
Frozen Dreams. And I know, Lonely Summer is a rotten title. The story takes place about a year later. Aracanion is across the sea from where Idae is, therefore, I'm thinking it's summer when it's winter at Mt. Albur...and Mt. Albur's pretty much always cold anyway.
Lonely Summer
The clash of weapons could be heard in the orchard, and several knights sprinted through the courtyard. They found the Prince of Arcanion flat on his back with the point of his own sword at his throat. None interfered, however, and Lykes Sondara, captain of the Royal Guard, pushed through to the front of the group, his hands moving in slow, deliberate applause.
"Very good, Princess!" he laughed as Aaralyn finally moved the sword away from her husband's bobbling adam's apple.
Owen half-smiled, lifting his head toward his friend. "You needn't sound so pleased, Lykes."
"It's about time someone reminded you of your own mortality," the Knight replied, then added with a bow, "Your Highness."
"The question remains if she can do it again," Owen retorted, winking at his young wife.
"Get up and we'll see," smiled Aaralyn, raising the blade and stepping back.
Owen rolled to his feet, snagging the weapon he'd wrested from Aaralyn's grasp earlier. He offered a bow, which she returned before stepping abruptly forward with a quick thrust at his chest. He parried easily and spun left, countering with a slash toward her shoulder. The blow penetrated all the way through to her inner circle of defense, and she barely managed to get her sword up in time to make an awkward block.
"Now you're being overconfident," he chided.
"So are you," she replied as her foot shot up to connect with his knee.
"Ow?" Owen complained, taking a half step back to keep his balance.
Aaralyn followed, intending to capitalize, but before she could, Owen made a swift grab for her wrist and twisted, forcing her to drop her weapon. He stepped to the side again, pulling her with him, and she found herself completely spun around. With a hard yank, he pulled her back against his chest.
"Now what?" he asked against her ear, laying the edge of his weapon carefully along her throat.
"I yield," she sighed.
Owen dropped the sword to his side again, but didn't release her. Aaralyn smirked lightly, jabbing her elbow back into the prince's stomach.
"Ow!" he growled, his tone not quite so playful.
"Seems you have met your match, my prince," Lykes chuckled. "Let her go. Ready again, Aaralyn. I'll show you how to get yourself out of that little maneuver next time."
"Not now, Lykes," Aaralyn shook her head as her husband stepped away. "I've had enough."
"Enough?" the Knight repeated in astonishment. "But the score's tied. You can't stop now--"
"Yes, I can," Aaralyn cut him off, handing the hilt of the sword back to Owen. Turning to the watching Knights, she added, "You're--you're dismissed, all of you."
The men detected the note of uncertainty in her voice, knew that the princess wasn't entirely comfortable wielding her new authority. They hesitated, turning questioningly to their captain, but Owen's eyebrow rose at their behavior.
"You heard her!" he barked, waving a hand. "Lykes, you too!"
"Yes, Princess Aaralyn," the Knight bowed, pointedly addressing himself to her. He spun on his heel, gesturing the others to follow him.
Aaralyn waited until they had all clanked back to their duties and let out a sigh. She turned slowly, wandering over to a nearby tree. Leaning her back against it, she folded her arms across her chest and stared up at the summer sky. Thick clouds floated lazily across, glowing slightly gold when they lingered in the path of the sun. One looked distinctly like the falcon that her brother, Idae had once tended and released on Mt. Albur, though she supposed the resemblance was probably a trick of her imagination.
Owen approached quietly and paused beside her, reaching up to pluck one of the white blossoms from the leaves above her head. Smiling, the prince gently affixed the flower in her hair and then stood back again to admire his handiwork. Aaralyn tried to muster some show of appreciation or amusement, but only sighed again, dropping her arms.
"Worried about Idae again?" Owen frowned.
"I'm afraid Idae is worried about me," she explained. "It's been over a year since I left the Sanctuary, Owen. I had no way of contacting him before…but now… I shouldn't be safe and warm in Arcanion with servants and soldiers obeying my every world while my brother still fears the worst. "
The prince nodded, pulling her close. His strong arms wrapped comfortingly around her, and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Then we'll send a messenger."
More EF related fic.
Title: Lonely Summer
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: "I'm afraid Idae is worried about me..."
Rating: PG
Length: Around 800 words
Category: Humor/Romance
Pairings:Owen/Aaralyn
A/N RPG related. This is a companion piece to
stargatefangurl's storyFrozen Dreams. And I know, Lonely Summer is a rotten title. The story takes place about a year later. Aracanion is across the sea from where Idae is, therefore, I'm thinking it's summer when it's winter at Mt. Albur...and Mt. Albur's pretty much always cold anyway.
The clash of weapons could be heard in the orchard, and several knights sprinted through the courtyard. They found the Prince of Arcanion flat on his back with the point of his own sword at his throat. None interfered, however, and Lykes Sondara, captain of the Royal Guard, pushed through to the front of the group, his hands moving in slow, deliberate applause.
"Very good, Princess!" he laughed as Aaralyn finally moved the sword away from her husband's bobbling adam's apple.
Owen half-smiled, lifting his head toward his friend. "You needn't sound so pleased, Lykes."
"It's about time someone reminded you of your own mortality," the Knight replied, then added with a bow, "Your Highness."
"The question remains if she can do it again," Owen retorted, winking at his young wife.
"Get up and we'll see," smiled Aaralyn, raising the blade and stepping back.
Owen rolled to his feet, snagging the weapon he'd wrested from Aaralyn's grasp earlier. He offered a bow, which she returned before stepping abruptly forward with a quick thrust at his chest. He parried easily and spun left, countering with a slash toward her shoulder. The blow penetrated all the way through to her inner circle of defense, and she barely managed to get her sword up in time to make an awkward block.
"Now you're being overconfident," he chided.
"So are you," she replied as her foot shot up to connect with his knee.
"Ow?" Owen complained, taking a half step back to keep his balance.
Aaralyn followed, intending to capitalize, but before she could, Owen made a swift grab for her wrist and twisted, forcing her to drop her weapon. He stepped to the side again, pulling her with him, and she found herself completely spun around. With a hard yank, he pulled her back against his chest.
"Now what?" he asked against her ear, laying the edge of his weapon carefully along her throat.
"I yield," she sighed.
Owen dropped the sword to his side again, but didn't release her. Aaralyn smirked lightly, jabbing her elbow back into the prince's stomach.
"Ow!" he growled, his tone not quite so playful.
"Seems you have met your match, my prince," Lykes chuckled. "Let her go. Ready again, Aaralyn. I'll show you how to get yourself out of that little maneuver next time."
"Not now, Lykes," Aaralyn shook her head as her husband stepped away. "I've had enough."
"Enough?" the Knight repeated in astonishment. "But the score's tied. You can't stop now--"
"Yes, I can," Aaralyn cut him off, handing the hilt of the sword back to Owen. Turning to the watching Knights, she added, "You're--you're dismissed, all of you."
The men detected the note of uncertainty in her voice, knew that the princess wasn't entirely comfortable wielding her new authority. They hesitated, turning questioningly to their captain, but Owen's eyebrow rose at their behavior.
"You heard her!" he barked, waving a hand. "Lykes, you too!"
"Yes, Princess Aaralyn," the Knight bowed, pointedly addressing himself to her. He spun on his heel, gesturing the others to follow him.
Aaralyn waited until they had all clanked back to their duties and let out a sigh. She turned slowly, wandering over to a nearby tree. Leaning her back against it, she folded her arms across her chest and stared up at the summer sky. Thick clouds floated lazily across, glowing slightly gold when they lingered in the path of the sun. One looked distinctly like the falcon that her brother, Idae had once tended and released on Mt. Albur, though she supposed the resemblance was probably a trick of her imagination.
Owen approached quietly and paused beside her, reaching up to pluck one of the white blossoms from the leaves above her head. Smiling, the prince gently affixed the flower in her hair and then stood back again to admire his handiwork. Aaralyn tried to muster some show of appreciation or amusement, but only sighed again, dropping her arms.
"Worried about Idae again?" Owen frowned.
"I'm afraid Idae is worried about me," she explained. "It's been over a year since I left the Sanctuary, Owen. I had no way of contacting him before…but now… I shouldn't be safe and warm in Arcanion with servants and soldiers obeying my every world while my brother still fears the worst. "
The prince nodded, pulling her close. His strong arms wrapped comfortingly around her, and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Then we'll send a messenger."
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