A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed and a special thanks to "brighteyes". Here's a Kel/Dom drabble for you! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I really hate to admit it but I actually do not own anything.
Prompt: Pet Names
Keladry of Mindelan has never liked pet names. They are far too sappy and sentimental and just too weird for her sensible and down-to-earth self. So of course she objects forcibly whenever any address her as anything beside Keladry or Kel or Mindelan or Lady Knight. Even "Protector of the Small" still annoys her.
Some people don't listen. They go ahead and call the young woman pet names anyway.
They learn not to only when a knife is placed at the bridge of their noses and a fearsome glare is leveled their way. Some people.
Kel did put up with Cleon's teasing pet names because she knows that they are a result of his sense of humor. Besides, Cleon is a giant, and when she was ten years old, he was a big giant. And she needed all the friends she could get. Not to mention she wasn't a wizard with a sword and lance then either.
But now that she's a lady knight and a heroic legend, you had better learn - and learn quickly - that Kel hates pet names. She hates them. Got it? Good. Your life may depend upon your knowing that fact one of these days.
So when Domitan of Masbolle strolls into Hope's mess hall calling, "Pearldrop of my heart, you are a balming sight for sore eyes," Kel immediately resolves to sharpen her sword and regrets the fact that she left her shukusen upstairs in her room. She could have played a nice game of catch with him otherwise.
Better yet, she resolves to meet Dom alone some cold, dark night. Armed.
Unfortunately for Kel - but fortunately for Lord Raoul - she accidentally chances on Dom in the gardens that very night. Unarmed.
Blast.
It is very hard for a young woman to kill someone without a knife, particularly if aforementioned young woman is presently being embraced and kissed fervently by an extremely handsome young man. Who leaves the young woman weak at the knees.
Blast again.
But then, Kel reflects virtuously, it is not really her fault. After all, if she hurt Dom, she would have to deal with one very angry Raoul. Even armed, she would not look forward to that encounter. Even as a lady knight, he's still a big giant.
So she tells herself, as Dom wraps his arms around her and murmurs sweet nothings in her ear, so that her heart pounds against her chest. She accepts them and returns them in turn.
It simply proves that love makes fools of us all.
After all, even Nealen of Queenscove would have to admit that, "Diamond of my soul," and "Goddess of exquisiteness," and "Lovely Aphrodite", are just a little too extravagant.
