She takes a look at my mouth and says, "Well, your tonsils are the size of golf balls and you've most certainly got strep throat."
I could have told her that! Sheesh. I mean, she was really nice and all, but yeah, already knew that. Still, she gave me some meds and told me to go on quarters (offically calling in sick for military folks...like, 'you go to work and you'll be in violation for THIS MANY military laws!'.
So yeah, after sleeping the whole day away, I finally managed to get my butt outta bed long enough to eat something and then I felt the surprisingly "PING!" of inspiration hitting me.
So I wanted to write this random scene with Ana having tea with Gavin, which was going to be adorably awkward because Gavin isn't exactly the type to sit down to tea, nibble sandwiches, and make small talk with Queen Ana, even if he is ridiculously in love with her.
Side note: I love Gavin. He's one of my favorite male characters ever! During the first few drafts he was a weirdo with severe male PMS issues. Then I had the great idea to make him a brainwashed, emotionless, robotic type weirdo. Which made more sense because Keleo totally messed the kid up to create the perfect Mage assassin. It also made it more funny for the very emotional Ana to fall in love with him.
And now, I'm not making sense. Forgive me, I'm rather drugged up at the moment.
The whole point was to post this little random scene that was supposed to make me feel better.
Okay, I'm not posting the scene I just wrote, rather one I wrote about a year or so ago.
Okay, I have to explain something. Ana's left arm isn't real. During the first book spoiler alert: Ana tries to stop the wraith mages from destroying one of the kingdoms with a dark spell she finds in a cursed land. The magic kills on of her friends and she is forced to cut off her arm to stop it. End spoiler. (Highlight to read) The arm she is given is science and magic, created initially by Gavin. Okay, yeah, here's the excerpt. It's corny.
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The brilliant emerald silk caught bits of the light and reflected against Ana’s pale skin. For the first time since arriving in Mycp, Ana looked like the Mage Queen. Which was probably a good thing since she was to meet her kingdom for the very first time.
Ana balanced carefully on the little vanity stool and tilted her head this way and that to make sure the crown was solidly fixed into her mounds of curls and hair combs. That done, all that was left was to wait nervously for Winter to come escort her to the grand hall.
Ana tapped her foot against the plush rug in a very nervous fashion. It felt so…odd. She knew that she was the Mage Queen, yes, but she didn’t feel like a queen. She still felt…she fingered the smooth silver of her fake arm…wrong. She had made far too many mistakes. The arm only served to remind her of her worst mistake and greatest temptation. Despite everything the Meholanians and Zervrathaer could do, tendrils of dark magic flowed between the gears and screws of the silver arm. She owed the precise working of her false arm to the very art she was constantly tempted to use. She was no queen. Ana let her forehead fall onto her real hand and sighed.
“Something is wrong?” asked a rumbling bass tone coming from somewhere near the doorway.
Ana looked up and managed a small smile for Gavin. “Just nerves.”
“The nerves in your arm are malfunctioning?”
“Oh no! I’m nerv-ous. I’m worried about what the people will think of me.”
“They will think that you are their queen.” He replied, but sounded almost confused.
Ana sighed. Gavin was only beginning to grasp the complexities of conversation. She knew better than to give such vague answers around him. “Well yes, but I’m afraid that they’ll blame me for all the horrors I caused. As much as I saved them, I’ve also hurt them. I’m worried that they’ll only remembered the times I hurt them. I’m worried they won’t respect me as their queen.”
Gavin quirked an eyebrow; the only outward sign that he was considering her words. After a very long moment, the mage replied with. “Any wrong you have committed is the smallest ripple you have made.”
“What?”
“Lord Elwood was explaining life as liquid ripples to me just an hour ago. The things you have done since coming here have far been out-shadowed by the much larger ripples you made when you defeated Keleo. The ratio of those who remember how you hurt them when you first arrives compared to those who remember who you saved them in the end will more than likely be in the 3:100 range. People will remember, but far less than you worry about.”
“So three out of every one-hundred people will be hard-pressed to respect me?”
“Even if you had never hurt them, they would find a reason to dislike you. You have made ripples in this world. You will be remembered.”
Ana smiled. “I’m not sure if that’s supposed to make me happy, but thank you, Gavin.”
The mage nodded stiffly. “May I now complete the mission Lord Winter sent me on?”
“What?”
“I am here to escort you.” He executed a very stiff, but gallant bow and held out his hand for her to take.
She laid her real hand in the proffered palm and he bent to place a feather light kiss on her knuckles. Ana felt heat crowding over her cheeks and remembered Gavin’s strange fascination with making her blush. Gavin raised his head and noticed the blush with a slight quirk of his lips.
“Lord Elwood said that would please you.”
Ana fought the urge to blush again by attempting to lower her body temperature with the small, silver fan she carried. “Um…yes, it does, thank you.”
Gavin took a step forward and halted her fan with a hand on her wrist. “Lord Elwood gave me another bit of advice.” He all but whispered, his breath brushing her cheek and his deep, emotionless voice sending her senses into overdrive.
“W-what was that?” Ana asked a bit breathlessly.
“To tell you that you look very lovely indeed, your majesty.”
Just like that, he drew back and offered her his arm. Ana did not even stop the heat from flooding her cheeks. She was sure she resembled a tomato, but it would just have to do. She missed the smirk that spread across Gavin’s lips. “Shall we view the ripples you have created, your majesty?”
Ana nodded wordlessly. She didn’t care much about the ripples she’d made anymore. All she could think about were the ones he’d created on her life.
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Holy crap fluff...I fail at writing romance.
Bla...I have a fever again.
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