Alrighty. Here we go. NUMBAH D. Heh. I love it when people do that. Again, this was done when I should have been doing something else. Studying for my Chemistry final. WOO. GO SCIENCE! Not.
D is for Dead
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"Neal," I began, turning in my saddle to shoot him a glare.
"Yes?" he prompted, batting his eyelashes at me. Unable to find a description for the amount of pain he was about to endure, I just reached for my glaive.
"You are a dead man," Owen supplied, spotting my glaive, before kicking his horse into a gallop and fleeing up the road. I now held my glaive in my hands, barely noticing, my attention fixed on Neal. He looked down at the glaive positioned inches from his heart, then back up at me. I narrowed my eyes even more, edging closer. He only grinned at me before nudging his horse into a trot and fluttering his fingers at me in a cheery wave as he was carried out of harm's way.
"He couldn't have minded his own business, just this once?" I asked the empty air, when Neal was safely out of earshot. The answer had formed itself in my mind almost before I had even asked the pointless question. "No." Neal could not, and would not, mind his own business. It is in his nature to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong. Asking Neal to keep his nose to himself is like asking a Stormwing to bathe. It just doesn't happen.
I sighed, resigned to the fact that Neal had, albeit successfully, "set me up" with his cousin. I should have known better than to trust Yuki with the precious information that I had fallen for a certain blue-eyed sergeant.
Just then, a thought occurred to me, and a plan formed in my head. I urged Peachblossom to catch up with Neal, smoothing my features of the grin that had planted itself there.
"Neal, I have made a decision," I began as Peachblossom drew level with Neal's horse. He looked at me, quirking a brow.
"Contrary to popular belief, I am in fact, not going to kill you."
"I knew you'd come to your senses!" said Neal, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "It took you long enough. Although, if I may ask, what brought about this change of heart?"
"Oh nothing really," I replied, attempting nonchalance, "just the realization that if I killed you now, there wouldn't be much of you left for Yuki to kill when I tell her about a certain incident at the Dancing Dove a few months ago concerning a ball of twine, some whipped cream, and the crown prince of Tortall…" I trailed off, letting my words sink in.
"You wouldn't dare," he said venomously, eyes narrowed.
"I would." I smiled, waved and nudged Peachblossom into a trot, attempting to get a head start before Neal realized that he had his sword with him.
"Mindelan!" I heard him yell after me as I was racing to catch up with Owen. "You. Are. Dead!"
Hm. What d'you think eh? I like it. And it's a smidge longer than the others.