Fic: In Vino Veritas
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meridian_roseTitle: In vino veritas
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Kat (High Queen)
Pairing/Characters: Kat, Cal implied Kat/Honor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1856
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_tales 078 Truth
Summary: Kat and Cal share some wine and some thoughts
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Index Page for this series: DW/ LJ
As soon as the ceremony was over, Kat made for the door, but there were many people who wanted to talk to her, to shake the hand of the High Queen. She tried to be patient, because for them this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she liked making people happy – especially these people, who adored and supported their female ruler. Eventually, using the excuse that it was getting very late, she made her escape.
It was a relief to leave the room and head down the corridor, mind in a whirl and body taut with desire. Honor was at the end of the corridor, deep in conversation with Lady Trina – flirting, Kat thought darkly, but even that couldn't dampen her arousal. The robes, long and dark, and flowing, excited her for reasons she couldn't necessarily articulate. Part of it was the notion of femininity they conferred, and the contrast with the masculine form they concealed. Part of it was how they flowed, making every movement seem more graceful. There were other reasons, but most were too vague or too unsettling for her to usually think further on.
Cal's room was to her left, and rather than brush past Honor and Trina and go to her appointed chambers, Kat entered without knocking. She closed the door behind her and pressed her back against the wood as if to keep the door closed. Cal was sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, one bare foot pressed against his knee. He was wearing only a long, loose, white shirt. Kat wasn't sure if he even had anything on beneath it. He raised an eyebrow. "Hello."
Kat smiled. "Sorry. Needed to get away. From Honor. By all the gods, why does this place insist on these ceremonial robes?" She tugged at the offending material and decided she may as well strip off her own gown. Cal watched as she fought to extricate herself, making no move to help.
"Is this about how certain clothes get you all stormy?" Stormy was a Citadel euphemism for sexual arousal, presumably because it evoked a summer thunderstorm, wild and potentially dangerous, hot and damp.
"Yes." Kat breathed a sigh of relief when she was dressed in only her cotton shift, somewhat cooler, but still aroused.
"Is it the robes or the thought of taking them off?" Cal picked up a jug from the bedside table and took a swig. "Because much as I love corsetry, or tight trousers, for me it's all about the unlacing, the revealing."
"What? I don't know." Kat climbed onto the bed next to him. "Both, I think. Them being on and being off." She sighed. "I wish he wouldn't wear them. Then I wouldn't have inappropriate thoughts."
"Can't just be the robes," Cal mused as if he wasn’t listening. "Because I wore the robes too and you're not about to start fondling me. Anyway, you have Honor lace up your provocative corsets. It's a bit hypocritical to complain about feeling stirred up."
"Shut up, Cal." Kat shoved at his arm and then wrestled the jug from him and took a gulp of the rich red wine. She licked at her lips. "This is good. Better than we had at dinner. Where did you get it?"
Cal tapped his nose. "I have my ways." He snatched the jug back. Kat let him take a few sips before holding her hand out and keeping it outstretched until he relented and passed it back to her.
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"Thing is…thing is," Kat mumbled, hogging the jug, "I can't have sex with Honor."
Cal, blinked lazily at her. They'd rearranged all the pillows (including some spare ones Kat had found in the ottoman beneath the window) and were comfortably curled up facing each other, with their elbows cushioned, and with no danger of banging a carelessly flung arm against the headboard. They'd also consumed rather a lot of the wine. "Why?"
"Because," Kat said, as if he'd asked why water ran downhill.
"Yeah, but, just imagine." Cal waved one hand. "Say you did go to his room –"
"He's probably with Trina. Ugh."
"Forget her. Suppose he was alone in his room and in those robes and you didn't want to stop yourself and – yes, he'd stop you, don't interrupt, Kat. I thought of that. Let's say he'd had a jug of this very nice wine - my turn by the way, give it back." There was a pause while Cal took a swallow. "Right. So, where was I? Wine. Right, and he didn't stop you and you had sex on his very comfortable bed if it's as nice as this one." He ran appreciative fingers over the finely embroidered bedspread. There was a moment of silence until he remembered to pose a question to go with the scenario. "What would be the worst that might happen?"
Kat thought about this for a few minutes.
"The entire continent could sink," she said seriously.
Cal laughed. "I don't think that's very likely."
"But that's the worst thing that could happen. And it would be my fault. Because there's probably some rule about not having sex with your vice-regent." She rolled her eyes.
"Not that I know of." Cal handed her the jug again. "Anyway, if the whole continent sank there'd be nobody left to blame you. So, there's that."
Kat nodded. "I suppose. It's just. Just that. Honor says he can't love me any more than he already does. And love isn't the same as sex. Sex isn't…isn't the same as love. So it doesn't matter if we never have sex. But it sort of does. And I can't even say it back. That I love him, I mean." Without warning she dissolved into tears.
Cal looked at her askance. Of all the possible responses to this outburst - and with remarkable clarity given his intoxication (or maybe sheer luck) – he chose the one that proved to be the best in that particular moment. He took back the wine, saying, "You know the rules, if you start crying, you have to stop drinking."
"I'm not crying," Kat protested, using the back of her hand to wipe away the evidence and getting herself under control once more. "It's not fair. You get to have sex with whoever you want to."
"And I get plenty of…of…" Cal sighed. "What's the word?"
Kat bit back a few choice suggestions. "If you can't think of a word you have to stop drinking," she told him and stole the jug back.
"Criticism," Cal said abruptly, finding the word, or at least a suitable one to complete his thought. "I can do what I want but there are consequences. What about you? You've had sex with plenty of people. Not quite as many as me," he acknowledged without either shame or conceit. He gave a shrug. "Why not Honor?"
"Because it would change everything."
"It's only sex. Why should it change anything?"
Kat shook her head. "It would change us. It could ruin us. Our relationship. We'd be different people. People who've had sex. Together, I mean. And especially for Honor. He's more…he's less…" She gesticulated vaguely.
Cal nodded, understanding. "He treats sex with more regard than we do."
"Yes." Kat tipped up the jug to catch the last few drops of wine. "So. It could change things. It would make us different."
Cal lay back, staring at the ceiling. "But you're always going to be different. After the Tour. And every day you learn something new. You change your mind about something. Or you get more convinced about it. You're always changing."
Kat gazed at him, taken aback. "That's rather deep."
He took her surprise as a mild insult. "I have depth!"
Kat leaned over to give him a mollifying kiss on his forehead, and then lay down next to him. "I suppose I don't want to lose what we have. Look at my grandparents – I don't think they even like each other much. And my parents? That tale about true love at first sight is a load of horse manure."
"It's not the same," Cal protested. "For one thing you won't marry Honor. Can't if you're to stay High Queen. And I think it's marriage that ruins things. Riku seems happy enough, but marriage never helped my mother. And your father never cared about love. He just needed a suitable, fertile, bride. You've got other ideas. Other plans."
It was true that Kat wouldn't make the same choices or mistakes her mother and grandmother had made. Still, she had concerns about changing the nature of her relationship with the man who was not only her vice-regent but an essential part of her personal life. Why take the risk when they were both comfortable with the current situation? At least she thought they were satisfied with it - maybe not contented but at any rate not miserable.
No, it was better not to gamble when she couldn't afford to lose.
"I don't want to end up hating Honor." It startled her a little that, of all her concerns if their relationship soured, that was the first that came to mind. The second was that she didn't want him to wind up hating her.
"I don't see how that’s even possible." Cal shifted against the pillows. "My mother always says that thing about frogs."
Kat's brow wrinkled in thought. "What about frogs?"
Cal opened and closed his mouth a few times. "Um. Something about not knowing what the water is like until you both go and explore the next pond over. Like your grandmother should have done. Like you're doing, on the Tour. That's why you and Honor are arguing more – I'll be glad when we're home, to be honest. But that's usual. It's not like being at home. It makes you look at things in a new way and see how well you are actually suited to each other. I'm sure it sounds better if you know the story about the frogs. Or maybe it was fish. No, fish can't move ponds. Oh, except some salmon. They leap. You could leap into another pond."
He lapsed into confused silence, having lost track of his point along with the metaphor.
"I'm too drunk to move," Kat said, apropos of nothing.
"Fine. Just don't piss in the bed, because I'm not going to take the blame."
Kat snorted. "I am your queen," she said, summoning up every shred of dignity she could manage in her undressed and inebriated state. "And you will do whatever I tell you."
"Yes, Majesty," Cal said, his tone suggesting otherwise. He closed his eyes. "We could always blame Ryan."
Kat giggled and closed her eyes too. She was warm and sleepy. While nothing had been resolved, she had realised she had things to think about, to reconsider. Later.
Perhaps when he wasn't so drunk Cal could explain the thing about frogs again.
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Kat (High Queen)
Pairing/Characters: Kat, Cal implied Kat/Honor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1856
Prompt:
100_tales 078 TruthSummary: Kat and Cal share some wine and some thoughts
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Index Page for this series: DW/ LJ
As soon as the ceremony was over, Kat made for the door, but there were many people who wanted to talk to her, to shake the hand of the High Queen. She tried to be patient, because for them this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she liked making people happy – especially these people, who adored and supported their female ruler. Eventually, using the excuse that it was getting very late, she made her escape.
It was a relief to leave the room and head down the corridor, mind in a whirl and body taut with desire. Honor was at the end of the corridor, deep in conversation with Lady Trina – flirting, Kat thought darkly, but even that couldn't dampen her arousal. The robes, long and dark, and flowing, excited her for reasons she couldn't necessarily articulate. Part of it was the notion of femininity they conferred, and the contrast with the masculine form they concealed. Part of it was how they flowed, making every movement seem more graceful. There were other reasons, but most were too vague or too unsettling for her to usually think further on.
Cal's room was to her left, and rather than brush past Honor and Trina and go to her appointed chambers, Kat entered without knocking. She closed the door behind her and pressed her back against the wood as if to keep the door closed. Cal was sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, one bare foot pressed against his knee. He was wearing only a long, loose, white shirt. Kat wasn't sure if he even had anything on beneath it. He raised an eyebrow. "Hello."
Kat smiled. "Sorry. Needed to get away. From Honor. By all the gods, why does this place insist on these ceremonial robes?" She tugged at the offending material and decided she may as well strip off her own gown. Cal watched as she fought to extricate herself, making no move to help.
"Is this about how certain clothes get you all stormy?" Stormy was a Citadel euphemism for sexual arousal, presumably because it evoked a summer thunderstorm, wild and potentially dangerous, hot and damp.
"Yes." Kat breathed a sigh of relief when she was dressed in only her cotton shift, somewhat cooler, but still aroused.
"Is it the robes or the thought of taking them off?" Cal picked up a jug from the bedside table and took a swig. "Because much as I love corsetry, or tight trousers, for me it's all about the unlacing, the revealing."
"What? I don't know." Kat climbed onto the bed next to him. "Both, I think. Them being on and being off." She sighed. "I wish he wouldn't wear them. Then I wouldn't have inappropriate thoughts."
"Can't just be the robes," Cal mused as if he wasn’t listening. "Because I wore the robes too and you're not about to start fondling me. Anyway, you have Honor lace up your provocative corsets. It's a bit hypocritical to complain about feeling stirred up."
"Shut up, Cal." Kat shoved at his arm and then wrestled the jug from him and took a gulp of the rich red wine. She licked at her lips. "This is good. Better than we had at dinner. Where did you get it?"
Cal tapped his nose. "I have my ways." He snatched the jug back. Kat let him take a few sips before holding her hand out and keeping it outstretched until he relented and passed it back to her.
"Thing is…thing is," Kat mumbled, hogging the jug, "I can't have sex with Honor."
Cal, blinked lazily at her. They'd rearranged all the pillows (including some spare ones Kat had found in the ottoman beneath the window) and were comfortably curled up facing each other, with their elbows cushioned, and with no danger of banging a carelessly flung arm against the headboard. They'd also consumed rather a lot of the wine. "Why?"
"Because," Kat said, as if he'd asked why water ran downhill.
"Yeah, but, just imagine." Cal waved one hand. "Say you did go to his room –"
"He's probably with Trina. Ugh."
"Forget her. Suppose he was alone in his room and in those robes and you didn't want to stop yourself and – yes, he'd stop you, don't interrupt, Kat. I thought of that. Let's say he'd had a jug of this very nice wine - my turn by the way, give it back." There was a pause while Cal took a swallow. "Right. So, where was I? Wine. Right, and he didn't stop you and you had sex on his very comfortable bed if it's as nice as this one." He ran appreciative fingers over the finely embroidered bedspread. There was a moment of silence until he remembered to pose a question to go with the scenario. "What would be the worst that might happen?"
Kat thought about this for a few minutes.
"The entire continent could sink," she said seriously.
Cal laughed. "I don't think that's very likely."
"But that's the worst thing that could happen. And it would be my fault. Because there's probably some rule about not having sex with your vice-regent." She rolled her eyes.
"Not that I know of." Cal handed her the jug again. "Anyway, if the whole continent sank there'd be nobody left to blame you. So, there's that."
Kat nodded. "I suppose. It's just. Just that. Honor says he can't love me any more than he already does. And love isn't the same as sex. Sex isn't…isn't the same as love. So it doesn't matter if we never have sex. But it sort of does. And I can't even say it back. That I love him, I mean." Without warning she dissolved into tears.
Cal looked at her askance. Of all the possible responses to this outburst - and with remarkable clarity given his intoxication (or maybe sheer luck) – he chose the one that proved to be the best in that particular moment. He took back the wine, saying, "You know the rules, if you start crying, you have to stop drinking."
"I'm not crying," Kat protested, using the back of her hand to wipe away the evidence and getting herself under control once more. "It's not fair. You get to have sex with whoever you want to."
"And I get plenty of…of…" Cal sighed. "What's the word?"
Kat bit back a few choice suggestions. "If you can't think of a word you have to stop drinking," she told him and stole the jug back.
"Criticism," Cal said abruptly, finding the word, or at least a suitable one to complete his thought. "I can do what I want but there are consequences. What about you? You've had sex with plenty of people. Not quite as many as me," he acknowledged without either shame or conceit. He gave a shrug. "Why not Honor?"
"Because it would change everything."
"It's only sex. Why should it change anything?"
Kat shook her head. "It would change us. It could ruin us. Our relationship. We'd be different people. People who've had sex. Together, I mean. And especially for Honor. He's more…he's less…" She gesticulated vaguely.
Cal nodded, understanding. "He treats sex with more regard than we do."
"Yes." Kat tipped up the jug to catch the last few drops of wine. "So. It could change things. It would make us different."
Cal lay back, staring at the ceiling. "But you're always going to be different. After the Tour. And every day you learn something new. You change your mind about something. Or you get more convinced about it. You're always changing."
Kat gazed at him, taken aback. "That's rather deep."
He took her surprise as a mild insult. "I have depth!"
Kat leaned over to give him a mollifying kiss on his forehead, and then lay down next to him. "I suppose I don't want to lose what we have. Look at my grandparents – I don't think they even like each other much. And my parents? That tale about true love at first sight is a load of horse manure."
"It's not the same," Cal protested. "For one thing you won't marry Honor. Can't if you're to stay High Queen. And I think it's marriage that ruins things. Riku seems happy enough, but marriage never helped my mother. And your father never cared about love. He just needed a suitable, fertile, bride. You've got other ideas. Other plans."
It was true that Kat wouldn't make the same choices or mistakes her mother and grandmother had made. Still, she had concerns about changing the nature of her relationship with the man who was not only her vice-regent but an essential part of her personal life. Why take the risk when they were both comfortable with the current situation? At least she thought they were satisfied with it - maybe not contented but at any rate not miserable.
No, it was better not to gamble when she couldn't afford to lose.
"I don't want to end up hating Honor." It startled her a little that, of all her concerns if their relationship soured, that was the first that came to mind. The second was that she didn't want him to wind up hating her.
"I don't see how that’s even possible." Cal shifted against the pillows. "My mother always says that thing about frogs."
Kat's brow wrinkled in thought. "What about frogs?"
Cal opened and closed his mouth a few times. "Um. Something about not knowing what the water is like until you both go and explore the next pond over. Like your grandmother should have done. Like you're doing, on the Tour. That's why you and Honor are arguing more – I'll be glad when we're home, to be honest. But that's usual. It's not like being at home. It makes you look at things in a new way and see how well you are actually suited to each other. I'm sure it sounds better if you know the story about the frogs. Or maybe it was fish. No, fish can't move ponds. Oh, except some salmon. They leap. You could leap into another pond."
He lapsed into confused silence, having lost track of his point along with the metaphor.
"I'm too drunk to move," Kat said, apropos of nothing.
"Fine. Just don't piss in the bed, because I'm not going to take the blame."
Kat snorted. "I am your queen," she said, summoning up every shred of dignity she could manage in her undressed and inebriated state. "And you will do whatever I tell you."
"Yes, Majesty," Cal said, his tone suggesting otherwise. He closed his eyes. "We could always blame Ryan."
Kat giggled and closed her eyes too. She was warm and sleepy. While nothing had been resolved, she had realised she had things to think about, to reconsider. Later.
Perhaps when he wasn't so drunk Cal could explain the thing about frogs again.
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Date: 2013-05-25 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-05-26 08:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-25 07:34 pm (UTC)"What would be the worst that might happen?"
Kat thought about this for a few minutes.
"The entire continent could sink," she said seriously. LOL :D
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Date: 2013-05-26 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-18 01:37 am (UTC)I love how Kat reveals more and more about her relationship with Honor the more she drinks, and I just love Cal - period. He's a great observer and touchstone.
I didn't realize that Honor was Kat's vice-regent, but it was rather sad how she thought that having sex with him would change everything based upon her experience, and that Honor placed a greater weight on physical intimacy than Kat generally did.
"You know the rules, if you start crying, you have to stop drinking." LOL, but based on my experience, very good advice.
I do hope that someday we'll hear more about the frogs.
Very nice glimpse into the Kat - verse.
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Date: 2013-06-22 05:53 pm (UTC)Cal's the much put on best friend but he really doesn't mind - except when conflict between Kat and Honor gets him caught in the crossfire!
Kat makes him her vice regent after deciding to the take the Tour; it's really only recognising what he's been doing for years anyway.
I think sex probably does change things; certainly asexual people are constantly told that we're missing out on The Most Important Thing in a relationship. I think there are a lot more important things, but sex, like telling someone a secret, or moving in with them, does change the nature of the relationship somewhat.
I'm not sure it's sad that Honor places more emphasis on sex - though maybe you mean it's sad that it's causing friction because he and Kat have different opinions on how important/not sex is. Cal's the least bothered about sex - if there's attraction and mutual consent it's fine with him, Kat is fairly laid back but less active, while Honor sleeps "around" the least of the three because of the respect he accords an act that can change a life/relationship. Another difference between them :)
I had some vague metaphor lined up but the next day when I woke up I couldn't remember it properly either, so Cal didn't get to. Maybe when I figure it out again, I can make it work :D
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Date: 2013-06-22 06:31 pm (UTC)I'm sorry. I don't think I'm being very articulate. I'm speaking in a purely emotional sense - that it could hurt him when Kat's with someone else even though he still knows how important he is to her, and even though hurting him would be the last thing she would ever want to do.
(Still don't know if I'm making any sense.)
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Date: 2013-06-22 10:06 pm (UTC)Of course it's hard for him to see Kat have sex with men she finds attractive, but he's accepted that it's part of the territory. His first duty is to ensure Kat gets and keeps her throne. That's more important than his personal feelings. And since she can't marry him without losing the throne, he's especially wary, given that sex would make the relationship into something definitely romantic-sexual and not just friends-with-UST.
Not that Kat doesn't feel jealousy when the shoe is on the other foot, either. I just haven't written anything exploring that yet :D
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Date: 2013-06-19 04:46 pm (UTC)Yes, this is how every celebrity probably feels. The constant conflict between wanting privacy and peace and wanting to make people happy. Kat's in a tough spot.
Part of it was how they flowed, making every movement seem more graceful.
One of my kinks along with the hair porn. :D
or too unsettling for her to usually think further on.
I'm very curious to know what those unsettling reasons are. :D I'm dying to know!!
He raised an eyebrow. "Hello."
LOL :D Love this moment! :D
Stormy was a Citadel euphemism for sexual arousal, presumably because it evoked a summer thunderstorm, wild and potentially dangerous, hot and damp.
Ooh, stormy! :D I don't even know where to start on how incredibly awesome this is! The fact that they have euphemisms makes their world even more real and tangible and the euphemism itself is totally brilliant! I absolutely adore it!! :D
"Can't just be the robes," Cal mused as if he wasn’t listening.
Love this! :D
Anyway, you have Honor lace up your provocative corsets. It's a bit hypocritical to complain about feeling stirred up."
LOLOLOL :D Love Cal! :D
Kat let him take a few sips before holding her hand out and keeping it outstretched until he relented and passed it back to her.
Awwww, this is totally adorable! :D
"Yeah, but, just imagine." Cal waved one hand. "Say you did go to his room –"
So Kat and Honor have never slept together? O_O I kind of always assumed that they had, more than once, and they were doing it regularly. O_o
Sorry, my mistake. @_@
Let's say he'd had a jug of this very nice wine - my turn by the way, give it back.
LOL :D
"The entire continent could sink," she said seriously.
Cal laughed. "I don't think that's very likely."
"But that's the worst thing that could happen.
OMG this is hilarious! :D LOLOLOLOL :D
"Anyway, if the whole continent sank there'd be nobody left to blame you. So, there's that."
A solid argument. :D
"I suppose. It's just. Just that. Honor says he can't love me any more than he already does. And love isn't the same as sex. Sex isn't…isn't the same as love. So it doesn't matter if we never have sex. But it sort of does. And I can't even say it back. That I love him, I mean." Without warning she dissolved into tears.
The best drunken speech ever. :D
he chose the one that proved to be the best in that particular moment. He took back the wine, saying, "You know the rules, if you start crying, you have to stop drinking."
LOL :D Cal is the best! :D
"If you can't think of a word you have to stop drinking," she told him and stole the jug back.
LOL :D Love Kat! :D
We'd be different people. People who've had sex. Together, I mean.
I don't know why I find it so funny but I do. :D Drunk Kat is so sweet! :D
He took her surprise as a mild insult. "I have depth!"
Awwwww, Cal. :D
"I don't want to end up hating Honor." It startled her a little that, of all her concerns if their relationship soured, that was the first that came to mind. The second was that she didn't want him to wind up hating her.
Yeah, love does turn into hate sometimes. Changing status quo is scary. O_O
Love the whole thing about frogs! :D
He lapsed into confused silence, having lost track of his point along with the metaphor.
LOL :D
"Fine. Just don't piss in the bed, because I'm not going to take the blame."
LOLOLOL :D Cal is so gallant! :D
"We could always blame Ryan."
A foolproof solution.
Perhaps when he wasn't so drunk Cal could explain the thing about frogs again.
Oh, yes, I'd like to hear it too! :D
I'm sorry it took me so long to read and comment! O_O
This is an amazing story, bb! :D Both funny and serious and I love every word of it! :D
*FLAILS HARD*
Thank you for writing and posting it! :D It made my day! :D
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Date: 2013-06-22 06:14 pm (UTC)Robe Kink! Long coats. Cloaks. :D
I didn't want to dig too deep into all her reasons for liking robes but there are lots of possibilities including religious/legal kink and the thought of robes without any undergarments :D
Yay! It's fun to invent euphemisms and the like, so I'm glad it makes the world seem more real :D
So Kat and Honor have never slept together? O_O I kind of always assumed that they had, more than once, and they were doing it regularly. O_o
Sorry, my mistake. @_@
Really? In "Risks and Precautions", when Kat and Honor fight over her having sex with Rafiq, Cal tells Honor not to feel threatened/worried over men like him because they're just dalliances and that "I've watched you watch her for years. And I've watched her look at you, too. You could never be a dalliance. That's why she keeps you at a distance."
Which I thought made it clear that while there's mutual attraction it has never been acted on. I'll mention more when I get to your other review :D
I'm glad Cal comes across well. He's the much put upon best friend but he really doesn't mind, until Kat and Honor are fighting and he's caught in the crossfire!
I don't know why I find it so funny but I do. :D Drunk Kat is so sweet! :D
I'm glad you think so :D
At some point I'll have to figure out the thing about frogs properly. I had some vague metaphor lined up but the next day when I woke up I couldn't remember it properly either, so Cal didn't get to. Maybe when I figure it out again, I can make it work :D
LOLOLOL :D Cal is so gallant! :D
It's one of his better qualities that he's utterly unimpressed with Kat's royal status because it helps keep her grounded :D Even Tara, who has issues with nobles, shows more respect for Kat's station, but for Cal, she's Kat first and High Queen second.
Thanks for the lovely review :D
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Date: 2013-06-23 05:00 pm (UTC)Ooooh, yyyyeeesssss!!))))
In "Risks and Precautions", when Kat and Honor fight over her having sex with Rafiq...
I'm so, so sorry! I forgot about this! Yes, of course.
I just confused fanon with canon. Sorry! O_O
I had some vague metaphor lined up but the next day when I woke up I couldn't remember it properly either, so Cal didn't get to.
LOL :D IKR. Things like this happen to me all the time!
It's one of his better qualities that he's utterly unimpressed with Kat's royal status because it helps keep her grounded :D
Awww, yes, I love this about Cal! :D
Thanks for taking time to explain things to me!!
*HUGS*