Thoughts...
by jalana
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Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Record of Lodoss War, even though I dearly wish to!
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She stares at him across the courtyard, watching the play of his muscles underneath his shirt. The way he holds the sword, stands at attention, parries his opponent's weapon. She doesn't understand her fascination with him. For some reason, she is drawn to his movements. His grin catches her attention, the carefree and happy look on his face, even as he blocks another sword thrust. For a moment, her heart catches at the sight of pure joy in his eyes. She almost wishes...
She notices another watching him. The wistfulness turns to wariness. Eyes narrowed, she watches the newcomer, watches her unworried attitude as she runs a free hand through her red hair. These are unfamiliar feelings she is having. Vibrant, powerful...and mortal. Never, in all her years amongst her race, did such emotions exist for her. And now, they rise within her, feelings she didn't know she was capable of having, because of that woman's glance at that man.
She turns away, the emotions too strong for her to contain. Hands trembling, heart pounding. When she turns back around, the other is gone. The feelings fade, and in their place comes...fear? Fear of the feelings? Or fear of the woman? The human woman, whose behavior suggests an interest in...no. Why would that matter to one such as she?
The training session is over. He turns to his partner and bows in respect and thanks. His opponent, who is much higher in rank than he is. And what is rank, but a convention placed upon those that have power, those that want power, those that use power. It doesn't measure the worth within. The worth contained within this mortal man.
The mortal man who has somehow captured her attention.
Then he turns and sees her. And, ah, the look in his eyes...
Notes:
Obviously not a very long fic! Just something that popped into my mind, and I had to jot it down.
Like it? Hate it? Please R & R! ^_^
by jalana
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Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Record of Lodoss War, even though I dearly wish to!
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She stares at him across the courtyard, watching the play of his muscles underneath his shirt. The way he holds the sword, stands at attention, parries his opponent's weapon. She doesn't understand her fascination with him. For some reason, she is drawn to his movements. His grin catches her attention, the carefree and happy look on his face, even as he blocks another sword thrust. For a moment, her heart catches at the sight of pure joy in his eyes. She almost wishes...
She notices another watching him. The wistfulness turns to wariness. Eyes narrowed, she watches the newcomer, watches her unworried attitude as she runs a free hand through her red hair. These are unfamiliar feelings she is having. Vibrant, powerful...and mortal. Never, in all her years amongst her race, did such emotions exist for her. And now, they rise within her, feelings she didn't know she was capable of having, because of that woman's glance at that man.
She turns away, the emotions too strong for her to contain. Hands trembling, heart pounding. When she turns back around, the other is gone. The feelings fade, and in their place comes...fear? Fear of the feelings? Or fear of the woman? The human woman, whose behavior suggests an interest in...no. Why would that matter to one such as she?
The training session is over. He turns to his partner and bows in respect and thanks. His opponent, who is much higher in rank than he is. And what is rank, but a convention placed upon those that have power, those that want power, those that use power. It doesn't measure the worth within. The worth contained within this mortal man.
The mortal man who has somehow captured her attention.
Then he turns and sees her. And, ah, the look in his eyes...
Notes:
Obviously not a very long fic! Just something that popped into my mind, and I had to jot it down.
Like it? Hate it? Please R & R! ^_^