LK: Hey, People! I am totally at loss on how to continue my story! So I'm
just gonna start typing about the first thing that comes into my head...
but first, do any other girls have problems with bracelets and how they
make so much noise and distraction when you type? It is SOOOO annoying!
Sorry, but I felt that I had to complain before I went any further... here
you go...
Disclaimer: enuff said.
Chapter (what are we on now?) Nine: Lady Kel1 tortures her characters (this may change, but I really am not sure how it's gonna turn out... ok, these bracelets are DEFINITELY coming off, and they may come up. In the story that is.)
*Ummm... * *OHH! I got it! *
"Are you finished yet?!" Mawat was beginning to feel like a broken record since.
"You know, that's about the BILLIONTH time you've said that..." called Sarras from the shower.
"Well, you've been in there forever." Pout. // Who is she trying to impress? Me? or someone else?//
"Ok, I'm coming out now."
The young man smiled at her dramatics and turned away so that she wouldn't see his doubt. "Ahh! Turn your face away and hide the mirrors!"
"Oh, stop! *Pause. * Do I really look that bad?" At the concern in her voice, Mawat did turn around. And nearly fell over. She was dressed in a beautifully designed sky blue dress with a black gauze-and-velvet cover over it. Her hair was in a loose, loopy bun with sparkles sprinkled evenly over her hair. (A/N: I love sparkles! Wow, too much caffeine!) Her porcelain face perfectly framed her cerulean eyes and offset her pointed cat ears that she took so much pride in.
"Y- y-yo-you're beautiful," he managed to stutter before he gulped. Sarras smiled softly as she remembered the many times she had felt the same way.
"Thanks. You look great yourself," which was a huge understatement.
Mawat recovered his dignity and cleared his throat. "Shall we proceed to the main hall, your ladyship?" He held out his bent arm for her to take as he bowed slightly. Sarras giggled at the stiff court manners.
"Yes, let's." She rested her hand on his arm and slowly, majestically, and soundlessly glided down the hall towards the main stair. It was not until they reached the beginning of the stair and had told the herald their names that Mawat noticed something very unusual. "You're not wearing shoes, are you?!" he hissed in her ear as they slowly proceeded down the grand carpeted staircase.
"Nope!" she quipped, equally quiet.
"Gods, when this thing is over, not only are your feet gonna hurt, but you're gonna get it from me."
"What's it?"
"I dunno yet, but it's not gonna be good, young lady."
"Excuse me, _sir_ but I believe that I am your elder by at least two years."
"... That is _completely besides the point."
The evening dragged on till the thoroughly marinated guests staggered up the stairs to their one-evening-only rooms. (A/N: anyone remember the goosey-uncle from Aristocats? Good kid movie, by the way...) Sarras and Mawat, thankfully, were NOT drunk, since the gods have a considerable alcohol tolerance. They were, however, VERY hyper.
"HEHE! I haven't had that much fun since..."
"Let me guess... last night, milady?"
"Oh, shut up you," the girl said in good will.
"Ah, well, time to retire."
"Yes let's," she seconded, inviting herself.
"Did that statement include you?"
"When has it not, dahling?"
"Umm, never?"
"You got it!"
By this point the two were facing Mawat's door. "Ladies first."
Sarras looked around. "I don't see any 'ladies' here! Girlfriends, maybe, young women, sure, bed-warmers..." she paused... "depends on your definition of 'bed-warmer.'" The girl grinned maliciously as her betrothed stared open mouthed at her brazen comments and sauntered into his bedroom.
LK: do even I have to finish this chapter?! UGH! I am now going to have to repetitively wash my hands like Lady Macbeth for typing that. If that offended you, I WILL apologize... really, I will... not that I don't like what I wrote, but it might be a bit much for. whatever I rated this... I rate low, ppl. Well, ttyl!
Disclaimer: enuff said.
Chapter (what are we on now?) Nine: Lady Kel1 tortures her characters (this may change, but I really am not sure how it's gonna turn out... ok, these bracelets are DEFINITELY coming off, and they may come up. In the story that is.)
*Ummm... * *OHH! I got it! *
"Are you finished yet?!" Mawat was beginning to feel like a broken record since.
"You know, that's about the BILLIONTH time you've said that..." called Sarras from the shower.
"Well, you've been in there forever." Pout. // Who is she trying to impress? Me? or someone else?//
"Ok, I'm coming out now."
The young man smiled at her dramatics and turned away so that she wouldn't see his doubt. "Ahh! Turn your face away and hide the mirrors!"
"Oh, stop! *Pause. * Do I really look that bad?" At the concern in her voice, Mawat did turn around. And nearly fell over. She was dressed in a beautifully designed sky blue dress with a black gauze-and-velvet cover over it. Her hair was in a loose, loopy bun with sparkles sprinkled evenly over her hair. (A/N: I love sparkles! Wow, too much caffeine!) Her porcelain face perfectly framed her cerulean eyes and offset her pointed cat ears that she took so much pride in.
"Y- y-yo-you're beautiful," he managed to stutter before he gulped. Sarras smiled softly as she remembered the many times she had felt the same way.
"Thanks. You look great yourself," which was a huge understatement.
Mawat recovered his dignity and cleared his throat. "Shall we proceed to the main hall, your ladyship?" He held out his bent arm for her to take as he bowed slightly. Sarras giggled at the stiff court manners.
"Yes, let's." She rested her hand on his arm and slowly, majestically, and soundlessly glided down the hall towards the main stair. It was not until they reached the beginning of the stair and had told the herald their names that Mawat noticed something very unusual. "You're not wearing shoes, are you?!" he hissed in her ear as they slowly proceeded down the grand carpeted staircase.
"Nope!" she quipped, equally quiet.
"Gods, when this thing is over, not only are your feet gonna hurt, but you're gonna get it from me."
"What's it?"
"I dunno yet, but it's not gonna be good, young lady."
"Excuse me, _sir_ but I believe that I am your elder by at least two years."
"... That is _completely besides the point."
The evening dragged on till the thoroughly marinated guests staggered up the stairs to their one-evening-only rooms. (A/N: anyone remember the goosey-uncle from Aristocats? Good kid movie, by the way...) Sarras and Mawat, thankfully, were NOT drunk, since the gods have a considerable alcohol tolerance. They were, however, VERY hyper.
"HEHE! I haven't had that much fun since..."
"Let me guess... last night, milady?"
"Oh, shut up you," the girl said in good will.
"Ah, well, time to retire."
"Yes let's," she seconded, inviting herself.
"Did that statement include you?"
"When has it not, dahling?"
"Umm, never?"
"You got it!"
By this point the two were facing Mawat's door. "Ladies first."
Sarras looked around. "I don't see any 'ladies' here! Girlfriends, maybe, young women, sure, bed-warmers..." she paused... "depends on your definition of 'bed-warmer.'" The girl grinned maliciously as her betrothed stared open mouthed at her brazen comments and sauntered into his bedroom.
LK: do even I have to finish this chapter?! UGH! I am now going to have to repetitively wash my hands like Lady Macbeth for typing that. If that offended you, I WILL apologize... really, I will... not that I don't like what I wrote, but it might be a bit much for. whatever I rated this... I rate low, ppl. Well, ttyl!