Ok, to start off, I hate romance. Not when I read it but when I write it.
If this goes ok I might change my mind, maybe not. Yes Camisole, this WILL
be a Kel/Neal and I probably will have to change the rating, dang!
Thanks for the tip White-Wolf, hope it worked this time.
**Disclaimer: I might be insane but I know these aren't mine!**
"Well." "Kel, does this mean that you love me?" **Yuki does not exist, not here, it just makes my life easier if she's off the cast, in case you were wondering.** "Neal, I, ." Kel broke away from Neal and ran, her legs cramping and her heart pounding. In her mind she cried out, 'I love you, Neal, I do!' but her mouth, unusually stubborn, clamped closed.
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Later, in her room, Kel looked around; glaive, Griffin, old book, portraits, practice clothes, wait, portraits. Kel rummaged around and began to leaf through the parchment. Mama, Papa, Anders, Inness, Conal, Neal, Owen, Neal, Merric, Neal, Roald, Neal, Seaver, Neal, Faleron, and ohhh, Neal! 'Why do I have so many pictures of him?' her treacherous mind asked, already knowing the answer. "Kel," Neal gasped, literally pulling the door off its hinges, "Damn!" he muttered. "Kel, I love you, I always have." He stated this quite plainly, as if they were in classes with the Mithran priests once again. "Do you love me?" Kel looked away, fidgeted, then, quiet as moonlight, whispered, "Yes." Neal smiled and Kel looked up. They began to walk down to the supper hall they shared with their year mates, not looking at each other, but each had changed. Kel's eyes burned with feeling and Neal was calm, too calm for his usual self. All of their friends could see it but wisely no one mentioned it. Later, Neal escorted her to the riding stables where they saddled their horses and went for a ride.
So, did you like it? I hope you did, read it and review and then I will write more.
"Well." "Kel, does this mean that you love me?" **Yuki does not exist, not here, it just makes my life easier if she's off the cast, in case you were wondering.** "Neal, I, ." Kel broke away from Neal and ran, her legs cramping and her heart pounding. In her mind she cried out, 'I love you, Neal, I do!' but her mouth, unusually stubborn, clamped closed.
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Later, in her room, Kel looked around; glaive, Griffin, old book, portraits, practice clothes, wait, portraits. Kel rummaged around and began to leaf through the parchment. Mama, Papa, Anders, Inness, Conal, Neal, Owen, Neal, Merric, Neal, Roald, Neal, Seaver, Neal, Faleron, and ohhh, Neal! 'Why do I have so many pictures of him?' her treacherous mind asked, already knowing the answer. "Kel," Neal gasped, literally pulling the door off its hinges, "Damn!" he muttered. "Kel, I love you, I always have." He stated this quite plainly, as if they were in classes with the Mithran priests once again. "Do you love me?" Kel looked away, fidgeted, then, quiet as moonlight, whispered, "Yes." Neal smiled and Kel looked up. They began to walk down to the supper hall they shared with their year mates, not looking at each other, but each had changed. Kel's eyes burned with feeling and Neal was calm, too calm for his usual self. All of their friends could see it but wisely no one mentioned it. Later, Neal escorted her to the riding stables where they saddled their horses and went for a ride.
So, did you like it? I hope you did, read it and review and then I will write more.