lips cold as ice
10 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
in Mini-story, Tale of the Past Tags: Keenan, Sera/Dominique
Sera watched Keenan as he worked on his potion. His brows were furrowed, drawn down low over his dark eyes. His lips were set in a frown that was part concentration and part frustration. Elayne’s demands were getting to him. He didn’t want to obey her, but didn’t see himself as having a choice.
“Keenan,” Sera said, as she stepped up beside him. He looked up from his work and, before he could speak, Sera kissed him gently.
There was a moment – a second – of hesitation. Then, Keenan’s lips softened against hers and he drew her close, deepening the kiss. He broke away, his cheeks faintly flushed. “Nice,” he said, allowing her to step back.
A faint smile touched Sera’s lips as Keenan went back to his work. Now, he looked relaxed. The slightly sardonic smile she enjoyed seeing had returned. Chuckling softly, Sera turned away and went back to her own work.
You woke the beast!
31 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Complete Silliness, Mini-story, Team Alpha Tags: Keenan, Sera/Dominique
Keenan sighed softly and glanced over at Sera. She was still sound asleep. He wished he were as well. Slipping out from under the blankets, he padded out into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and looked up at the clock at the wall.
It read eleven o’clock, but he knew that was wrong. The second hand was twitching. The battery was too weak actually bring it all the way around. Sighing, he stood and eased the clock down off the wall. He headed to his office and retrieved the batteries.
While he was changing the batteries anyway, he might just as well fix the alarm too. He flipped the clock off and then startled when the second hand finished its sweep and the alarm sounded for the first time in months. He’d forgotten how loud it was.
Chewing his lip thoughtfully, he put the clock back in place. No sooner had he sat down once more when Sera came through the doorway. She was frowning and blinking owlishly at him. “What are you doin’ up?” she asked, shaking her head.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Keenan admitted. “Did I wake you?” The look she sent him said that he had, but she shook her head. He shrugged an apology and then hid a smile as she moved to make herself a cup of coffee. If she was going to be awake anyway, she needed that first cup to start the day.
Sera glanced up at the clock and shrugged. “Least it works now,” she murmured.
her knight in dinky armor
05 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Court Business, Crossover, Mini-story, Team Alpha Tags: Keenan, Sera/Dominique
Keenan frowned at the tabard. It was Shynia’s answer to armor. The material was enchanted to resist nearly any projectile and could block most blades. He looked over at Sera. “You look worried,” he said. His brows furrowed. “It’ll be fine, ya know?”
“I don’t,” she said. She shook her head and caught the front of his tabard. “This… this is your only protection and it seems so flimsy!”
He smiled wanly. “It’s stronger than it looks,” he said. He kissed her on the forehead and added, “Like you.”
Sera sighed and leaned against his chest. “Why must you go?” she asked, her voice faint. “You’re the Sovereign. Can’t you… send people?”
“What you just said, that’s why I have to go,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. He sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m the Sovereign. They need me. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to send others into a situation and not put myself in their place.”
“Just come back to me,” Sera whispered.
Keenan kissed her on the mouth, then. Breaking the kiss, he stepped back. “Always,” he promised. Then, he spun on his heel and headed out. As he stepped outside, he flashed a smile at the girl that represented his lands. “Ya ready?”
“Always,” Ophelia said. Her tone was firm and confident. She never backed down from a fight. She was, in all ways, the perfect representation of her people.
It made Keenan wonder what Ephemera’s representation was like. Was Ephemera sweet and quiet and a worrier or was that just Sera? He shook the thought away. Now was not the time for curiosity.
When an old man and a young girl get together
01 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
in Court Business, Mini-story, Team Alpha Tags: Keenan, Sera/Dominique
Keenan frowned slightly at the girl that he was supposed to marry. He had to admit that she was lovely. She was petite, even shorter than he was. Her hair was white-blond and her eyes were wide and a shade of blue that he couldn’t even find the words to describe. She was beautiful! However, she was also so young!
“How old is she?” he asked, giving Bertram a sidelong glance. The unspoken question was, “What could she possibly see in me?”
“Twenty?” Bertram said, his voice soft. He frowned at Keenan and said, “I know, you tend to think of your age in their years and, going by that…” he trailed off.
“I’m old enough to be her father,” Keenan breathed. His oldest child was nearly eighteen years old! He sighed and stepped forward. He bowed politely. “Dominique Ramsey,” he said, “I’m Keenan Meadows.”
As he straightened, their eyes met. Dominique smiled and offered her hand. “It’s nice to see you well,” she said.
In that moment, Keenan recognized her. Seraphim! The agent from the Chloreirian government! A faint smile played at his lips and he took her hand. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand and said, “Likewise.” This might just work out after all.
Hold me close. Tie me down, sir.
09 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Frightful Imaginings, Mini-story, Team Alpha Tags: Keenan, Sera/Dominique
“Are you all right?” Sera asked. Keenan seemed especially tense tonight. Frowning, she sat down beside him on the couch.
Keenan sighed and covered his eyes with his hands. “Three times now, members of Shynian Intelligence have had these… really frightening visions. Chris saw a wolf, Rory saw Carmine and… I saw Isaac,” he said.
“Why should seeing Isaac be so terrible?” Sera said, tucking a lock of hair behind Keenan’s ear. “You aren’t afraid of spirits.”
“I… did something to him,” Keenan said, his voice faint. “At the time, I didn’t see any choice. I still don’t see any choice, but… I feel horrible!”
Sera sighed. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked. She hated seeing him like this. Whatever had happened, she was certain Keenan had acted in a way that he thought was best.
“Just,” Keenan said, his voice cracking, “Just hold me?”
Sera nodded and put her arms around Keenan’s shoulders. He rested his head on her chest and sighed softly. As she felt the tension slipping away, she smiled faintly. Once he’d calmed down, he’d be able to think more clearly and see the real problem. Just what were these horrible visions? Where were they coming from?
