A/N- AGH! AGH! AGH! DAMN ME!
I TOTALLY forgot that this account existed. Today, I was taking catalog of all my various internet accounts and passwords, so I tried my old email address in the FF.N box and my usual password, and-lo and behold- AN ACCOUNT CAME UP. So, I clicked on the statistics link, out of curiousity--- I have two poems and a story up here! My god! And 29 reviews for the story! YAAAAAAY!
I'm so completely MORTIFIED! I haven't updated this in OVER A YEAR!
**hides**
So I decided to write another chapter, on the spur of the moment.
Chapter Three
The Aftermath
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Portomanjuro,
Yamani Islands
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Thom and Lianne lay side by side on the beach, a week and a half later, his bare chest glowing in the evening sun as he propped himself up to talk to her.
"I wrote Jass back, Thom, and told him we were all right, but made sure the letter didn't say it was from the Islands, and it won't be intercepted." Lianne said softly. She was, after all, only sixteen, and missed her brother and close friend.
Thom smiled gently, stroking her cheek. "Don't worry, love, we'll go back soon."
"I hope so." Lianne said with a shiver, moving in closer to him.
"Are you cold, sweet?" Thom's loving tone remained, but Lianne failed to notice the wicked glint in his eye.
"A bit." Lianne murmured, attempting to snuggle closer to her lover. Her attempts, however, were thwarted as Thom lifted himself up and over her pregnant belly.
"Well," The wicked, mischevious glint was now unmistakable. "I suppose I'd better warm you up, shan't I?"
Lianne's last thought was about why did Thom not conjure a simple fire, when her world dissolved into laughter and squirms.
Thom Cooper, after all, was a merciless tickler.
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Corus, Tortall- A Few Days Previous
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"I call this council meeting to order." Jonathon of Conte's face was lined and weary, but he was every inch a king. With him, at a large round table, sat Lord Raoul of Goldenlake and the King's Own, Sir Gareth of Naxen Jr., Baroness Alanna of Pirate's Swoop, Lord Numair Salmalin, Queen Thayet, Black Robe Mage Laurent, the Lord Provost, (one Lord Abhorsen), Princes Roald, Liam, and Jasson, Princess Kalasin, and Sir Myles.
"The subject of today's meeting is the disappearance of Thom of Pirate's Swoop and Princess Lianne of Conte." Jon said tiredly. "What does the Council propose to do to retrieve the Princess?"
"And Mage Thom." Alanna added sharply. Jon acquiesced, not wanting to face the rage of the Lioness as well.
"And Mage Thom." Jon echoed dully.
"Do we know where they are?" Gary asked. Jon shook his head.
"I'll scry, milord." Mage Laurent said quickly, and with a wave of the Queen's hand he was off to do just that.
"Any other ideas?" Jon looked around.
"Thom escaped from my tower to a ship, headed towards the east. The Copper or Yamani Isles, perhaps?" Numair put in, looked defeated. He felt guilty for letting Thom escape with Lianne, no matter how much in love they were.
Jasson sat quietly, looking uncomfortable. His knight-master, Gary, was here, as well as his parents, the Lioness, Numair- he couldn't say anything, not possibly.
"Do you two know anything?" Jon asked again, looking at Jasson and Liam. Jasson gulped. "You were the closest to Lianne, really."
"No, father, sorry. I've been in the City of the Gods this whole time." Liam said with regret.
"No, uh, sir." Jasson said nervously. Jon didn't notice, but Roald slowly looked up, suspicious of his little brother's behavior.
"Very well."
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Later, After the Meeting
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"Jasson. Wait." Roald caught up to Jass in the hallway.
"I can't, sorry, Gary's expecting m-"
Roald caught Jass's wrist in a vicious vise, spinning the younger man back towards him. Roald was nearly ten years older than Jass.
"I spoke to Sir Gareth. He's remaining with Father for the next hour, to give support." Roald enunciated the last bit deliberately, his tone cold. Jasson shivered. He knew.
"Oh, I meant my—" Jasson was silenced with a stinging backhand. Mithros. He'd heard of sibling rivalry, but this was taking the cake.
"Now." Roald tightened his grip on Jass's wrists, and Jass was unable to touch his burning cheek. "Why don't you tell me where they are, little brother, and Father, Mother, and Sir Gareth will never have to know."
"Roald, please, you don't understand-they love each other, and they want this—"
Roald's tone softened a bit. "I see that. But they should have thought of the consequences of their actions before doing them. And now Mother's hurt- Lianne's the youngest, you know, and I can't stand seeing her that way. I know you know something about it. It's part your fault, Jass, and don't think for a minute that I'll let you forget that. Tell me where they are." Roald commanded. This command was laced with a Gift-driven- compulsion, sent by Numair, who was hiding in the shadows behind them.
And Jasson was unable to keep quiet, no matter how hard he tried.
~
I TOTALLY forgot that this account existed. Today, I was taking catalog of all my various internet accounts and passwords, so I tried my old email address in the FF.N box and my usual password, and-lo and behold- AN ACCOUNT CAME UP. So, I clicked on the statistics link, out of curiousity--- I have two poems and a story up here! My god! And 29 reviews for the story! YAAAAAAY!
I'm so completely MORTIFIED! I haven't updated this in OVER A YEAR!
**hides**
So I decided to write another chapter, on the spur of the moment.
Chapter Three
The Aftermath
~
Portomanjuro,
Yamani Islands
~
Thom and Lianne lay side by side on the beach, a week and a half later, his bare chest glowing in the evening sun as he propped himself up to talk to her.
"I wrote Jass back, Thom, and told him we were all right, but made sure the letter didn't say it was from the Islands, and it won't be intercepted." Lianne said softly. She was, after all, only sixteen, and missed her brother and close friend.
Thom smiled gently, stroking her cheek. "Don't worry, love, we'll go back soon."
"I hope so." Lianne said with a shiver, moving in closer to him.
"Are you cold, sweet?" Thom's loving tone remained, but Lianne failed to notice the wicked glint in his eye.
"A bit." Lianne murmured, attempting to snuggle closer to her lover. Her attempts, however, were thwarted as Thom lifted himself up and over her pregnant belly.
"Well," The wicked, mischevious glint was now unmistakable. "I suppose I'd better warm you up, shan't I?"
Lianne's last thought was about why did Thom not conjure a simple fire, when her world dissolved into laughter and squirms.
Thom Cooper, after all, was a merciless tickler.
~
Corus, Tortall- A Few Days Previous
~
"I call this council meeting to order." Jonathon of Conte's face was lined and weary, but he was every inch a king. With him, at a large round table, sat Lord Raoul of Goldenlake and the King's Own, Sir Gareth of Naxen Jr., Baroness Alanna of Pirate's Swoop, Lord Numair Salmalin, Queen Thayet, Black Robe Mage Laurent, the Lord Provost, (one Lord Abhorsen), Princes Roald, Liam, and Jasson, Princess Kalasin, and Sir Myles.
"The subject of today's meeting is the disappearance of Thom of Pirate's Swoop and Princess Lianne of Conte." Jon said tiredly. "What does the Council propose to do to retrieve the Princess?"
"And Mage Thom." Alanna added sharply. Jon acquiesced, not wanting to face the rage of the Lioness as well.
"And Mage Thom." Jon echoed dully.
"Do we know where they are?" Gary asked. Jon shook his head.
"I'll scry, milord." Mage Laurent said quickly, and with a wave of the Queen's hand he was off to do just that.
"Any other ideas?" Jon looked around.
"Thom escaped from my tower to a ship, headed towards the east. The Copper or Yamani Isles, perhaps?" Numair put in, looked defeated. He felt guilty for letting Thom escape with Lianne, no matter how much in love they were.
Jasson sat quietly, looking uncomfortable. His knight-master, Gary, was here, as well as his parents, the Lioness, Numair- he couldn't say anything, not possibly.
"Do you two know anything?" Jon asked again, looking at Jasson and Liam. Jasson gulped. "You were the closest to Lianne, really."
"No, father, sorry. I've been in the City of the Gods this whole time." Liam said with regret.
"No, uh, sir." Jasson said nervously. Jon didn't notice, but Roald slowly looked up, suspicious of his little brother's behavior.
"Very well."
~
Later, After the Meeting
~
"Jasson. Wait." Roald caught up to Jass in the hallway.
"I can't, sorry, Gary's expecting m-"
Roald caught Jass's wrist in a vicious vise, spinning the younger man back towards him. Roald was nearly ten years older than Jass.
"I spoke to Sir Gareth. He's remaining with Father for the next hour, to give support." Roald enunciated the last bit deliberately, his tone cold. Jasson shivered. He knew.
"Oh, I meant my—" Jasson was silenced with a stinging backhand. Mithros. He'd heard of sibling rivalry, but this was taking the cake.
"Now." Roald tightened his grip on Jass's wrists, and Jass was unable to touch his burning cheek. "Why don't you tell me where they are, little brother, and Father, Mother, and Sir Gareth will never have to know."
"Roald, please, you don't understand-they love each other, and they want this—"
Roald's tone softened a bit. "I see that. But they should have thought of the consequences of their actions before doing them. And now Mother's hurt- Lianne's the youngest, you know, and I can't stand seeing her that way. I know you know something about it. It's part your fault, Jass, and don't think for a minute that I'll let you forget that. Tell me where they are." Roald commanded. This command was laced with a Gift-driven- compulsion, sent by Numair, who was hiding in the shadows behind them.
And Jasson was unable to keep quiet, no matter how hard he tried.
~