OK, I haven't been doing these thank you's in a while, so here goes.
Thank you Shards of Evensong, an anonymous geek, PurpleEyes1, PsychoLioness13, sw33t t3mptations, AJ 4EVA, LadyBee, OMGOMGOMG, and Numy Fan.
The votes for the title are Both Somehow: 3 The Wrath of the Gods: 3 Just Friends, or More?: 0
I haven't figured out how to do both yet, so I'm leaning towards TWOTG. IF ONE OF YOU HAS AN IDEA, THEN PLEASE TELL ME IN A REVIEW!!! If people like it, then I will use it. Until then, you have about , 3 more chapters to keep on voting.
When Kel woke again, she found Neal sitting next to the bed in a wooden chair. He grinned when he saw her eyes open. "Thank Mithr." he paused, thinking about their present position of enmity with the God of the Sun. Then Neal started over again. "Thank the Goddess you are alive. Do you feel any pain?"
Kel shook her head. "I feel fine. You don't look so good, though." Her best friend's usually bright green eyes were dim with his lack of sleep, his hair tousled because of his habit of running restless fingers through it. Kel's fingers itched to fix it. I haven't wanted to fix his hair ever since I met Dom, Kel thought with a confused frown. She sighed, pushing away those thoughts. She didn't have time for these distractions now. With a war with Tusaine brewing, she would be preparing for battle soon. She didn't need to get killed because she couldn't stop thinking about Neal.
"You don't look too good yourself," he retorted. "Most people don't look well after a healing that complex. You still need to sleep. But you are alive." Neal's face looked weary. He didn't talk for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was choked. "Gods, Kel. I thought I killed you. I couldn't bear it if you died, let alone if I was your murderer." He gazed at her as if to be sure that she was fine, then said, "You and I need something to eat. I'll go get some grub." He left the room and closed the door behind him, heading toward the mess hall. On the way he thought, I almost killed her. I love her. You can't love your best friend, Neal, his brain told him. It is wrong and you know it!
It's o.k., his heart said. Lots of people have married their previous best friends. Lady Alanna married George, after all, and he was her friend for years.
As Neal thought, he almost knocked over another knight in the mess hall line. "Sorry," Neal muttered, ending his thoughts and choosing enough food for both him and Kel in the mess line. Carefully he got only vegetables on Kel's plate, so that he would hopefully be spared. Then he walked back to his room.
When he got there, Kel was sitting up on the bed, with pillows behind her back. She was scowling. "I can hardly move, Neal. I don't like it."
Neal smiled annoyingly in reply. He drawled, also to Kel's great annoyance, "Yes, love. Most people are weak when they just were healed for two days after having smashed their head in." Losing the sarcasticness when Kel scowled even more fiercly, he said, " You should feel better after a nice meal. I even brought you some vegetables. I know they are your favorite." He put the plate on her lap and sat down with his own at the foot of the bed.
"Ah yes, Neal," she said sweetly, "But did you get any of your own?" Neal groaned as she leaned over and scraped half of hers onto his plate. "There, now that is better. Go on, eat them up. I won't shut my mouth till you do." Neal obeyed, grumbling about motherly lady knights the whole time. Kel ignored him.
After they had finished and talked for a while, Kel said, "Neal, how close to death was I?" She was very curious. Neal had been acting like she barely survived, but she knew that her friend could be dramatic unless you asked him straight out.
Neal hesitated, then said, "You hardly made it out alive. You lost so much blood." he trailed off. Then, instead of replying with words, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad that you are alive, friend."
Kel smiled. "Thank you for saving me."
Alright, I hope that you people don't hate me for not updating for so long. Make sure that when you review, tell me which title you like the best, unless you have already done so.
Thank you Shards of Evensong, an anonymous geek, PurpleEyes1, PsychoLioness13, sw33t t3mptations, AJ 4EVA, LadyBee, OMGOMGOMG, and Numy Fan.
The votes for the title are Both Somehow: 3 The Wrath of the Gods: 3 Just Friends, or More?: 0
I haven't figured out how to do both yet, so I'm leaning towards TWOTG. IF ONE OF YOU HAS AN IDEA, THEN PLEASE TELL ME IN A REVIEW!!! If people like it, then I will use it. Until then, you have about , 3 more chapters to keep on voting.
When Kel woke again, she found Neal sitting next to the bed in a wooden chair. He grinned when he saw her eyes open. "Thank Mithr." he paused, thinking about their present position of enmity with the God of the Sun. Then Neal started over again. "Thank the Goddess you are alive. Do you feel any pain?"
Kel shook her head. "I feel fine. You don't look so good, though." Her best friend's usually bright green eyes were dim with his lack of sleep, his hair tousled because of his habit of running restless fingers through it. Kel's fingers itched to fix it. I haven't wanted to fix his hair ever since I met Dom, Kel thought with a confused frown. She sighed, pushing away those thoughts. She didn't have time for these distractions now. With a war with Tusaine brewing, she would be preparing for battle soon. She didn't need to get killed because she couldn't stop thinking about Neal.
"You don't look too good yourself," he retorted. "Most people don't look well after a healing that complex. You still need to sleep. But you are alive." Neal's face looked weary. He didn't talk for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was choked. "Gods, Kel. I thought I killed you. I couldn't bear it if you died, let alone if I was your murderer." He gazed at her as if to be sure that she was fine, then said, "You and I need something to eat. I'll go get some grub." He left the room and closed the door behind him, heading toward the mess hall. On the way he thought, I almost killed her. I love her. You can't love your best friend, Neal, his brain told him. It is wrong and you know it!
It's o.k., his heart said. Lots of people have married their previous best friends. Lady Alanna married George, after all, and he was her friend for years.
As Neal thought, he almost knocked over another knight in the mess hall line. "Sorry," Neal muttered, ending his thoughts and choosing enough food for both him and Kel in the mess line. Carefully he got only vegetables on Kel's plate, so that he would hopefully be spared. Then he walked back to his room.
When he got there, Kel was sitting up on the bed, with pillows behind her back. She was scowling. "I can hardly move, Neal. I don't like it."
Neal smiled annoyingly in reply. He drawled, also to Kel's great annoyance, "Yes, love. Most people are weak when they just were healed for two days after having smashed their head in." Losing the sarcasticness when Kel scowled even more fiercly, he said, " You should feel better after a nice meal. I even brought you some vegetables. I know they are your favorite." He put the plate on her lap and sat down with his own at the foot of the bed.
"Ah yes, Neal," she said sweetly, "But did you get any of your own?" Neal groaned as she leaned over and scraped half of hers onto his plate. "There, now that is better. Go on, eat them up. I won't shut my mouth till you do." Neal obeyed, grumbling about motherly lady knights the whole time. Kel ignored him.
After they had finished and talked for a while, Kel said, "Neal, how close to death was I?" She was very curious. Neal had been acting like she barely survived, but she knew that her friend could be dramatic unless you asked him straight out.
Neal hesitated, then said, "You hardly made it out alive. You lost so much blood." he trailed off. Then, instead of replying with words, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad that you are alive, friend."
Kel smiled. "Thank you for saving me."
Alright, I hope that you people don't hate me for not updating for so long. Make sure that when you review, tell me which title you like the best, unless you have already done so.