Title: Mischief
Rating: PG
Length: 261
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 3/A
Summary: Alanna and George have a much needed discussion.
"You mean tah tell me tha' all the time your brother…"
"George…"
"And all the times you danced with those ladies…"
"iGeorge/i!"
"You never ionce/i considered the possibility? Yonu knew he was sleepin' with the duke, Alanna."
She sighs. He regards her with eyes that still, to this day, unnerve her with their knowing glances and affectionate looks. He sees all of her. He loves all of her.
"These things tend tah run in twins, lass."
"And in this case it doesn't." Her tone is flat, and harsher than it needs to be. George leans away from her, against the counter and raises his eyebrows. She won't meet his gaze.
"Y'know I'll love you no matter what manner of mischief you might get up to, my dear." She can hear the frank honesty in his voice. She looks up.
"George."
"An' besides. This manner of mischief migh' be significantly more enjoyable than the usual kinds you find yourself in." He is smiling wickedly. She blushes red down to the roots of her hair. "So, my lass, have you anyone in mind?
He can tell from the way she shifts from foot to foot that the answer is yes. He pulls her to him and she mumbles into his shirt. "What's that, m'dear?"
When she whispers the name his eyebrows nestle themselves somewhere near his hairline and he finds it difficult to form sentences. Finally he regains his words. "The Mindelan girl?"
She looks up, her violet eyes apprehensive. He smiles. "Oh, I think this mischief might be iquite/i enjoyable, my dearest."