Author's note: This is Monday, right? Monday the 30th of April? If not, where the heck did last week go?
PryingLittlePandora: I completely understand! I didn't upload my first story until I had a really bad day and figured it couldn't possibly get any worse. Trust me, the first couple of reviews work wonders for confidence. You seem to have a way with words in your reviews, so I'm willing to bet that your writing is very good :)
Disclaimer: Oooh, next to last disclaimer to come up with! I don't copy and paste much, you know. Everything is a little bit different. So now that I have given this one its original spin, I will tell you that I do not own TID. Bit of a shame, really, I'd love to own Jem :)
Yield
Jem stilled as he felt cold steel press against his neck.
"Do you yield?"
He hesitated, contemplating how to get out of the mess.
"Yield or not, you shall pay dearly."
Oh, that did not sound good.
"But I would advise yielding."
Jem wordlessly shook his head, a plan forming in his mind.
"Very well. You have chosen your fate."
The instant that his opponent's sword left his neck, Jem spun around and lifted his own sword.
There must be an opening somewhere…
There!
Jem swung his sword down with all his might, cleaning chopping his target in half. "Let's call it a draw, shall we?"
Will glared at him. "Pray tell, Jem, why would one willingly settle for only half a chocolate tart?"
Yearn
Jem tried not to stare at Tessa. Unsuccessfully, he knew.
But he couldn't help it, especially not when her hair tried to escape and curl around her face the way it was doing now.
Her eyes were sparkling with light and life, looking as luminescent as any star.
So he stared at her, wondering what it was about her that made him yearn for her more than his body yearned for yin fen.
Short, I know. But considering I whipped them up just minutes ago, not bad. Please review!