Title: Protective
Rating: PG
Length: 168
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: The Tortallan version of a father sitting his daughter's date down and showing him his gun.
We've all had some variation on this discussion, right? Right? Femmeslash, and gir!heartbreak.
Silence stretches between them and the ticking of the clock above them echoes off the flagstones of the kitchen ominously.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Finally: "You're her first suitor I can't threaten with a sword."
Kel opens her mouth and Alanna shakes her head once, sharply.
Tick.
Tick.
"I suppose if I challenged you, you'd just choose the lance. I don't do well with embarrassment." And simultaneously, "My Lady, I wouldn't quite call myself her suitor."
Tick. Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick⦠an eternity of seconds pass, marked by that jarring little noise. Kel swears she will someday destroy that clock.
Then, " When you left I told you I just wanted you to be happy. I meant it. But did you have to fall in love with my daughter?" Her eyes are frank and honest.
Kel struggles and finally shrugs. "I never had much of a chance, Lady."
Alanna sighs and stands, looking up at the impish young blonde in her family portrait. "No, Keladry. I suppose you didn't."
