Drabble for Anne
Her
Rating: PG/ K+
Pairing: 4+D (friendship)
Summary: Sandstorm missing scene (to be read after Chapter Six). Sulamita Winner meets Dorothy Catalonia.
Notes: Written for
darthanne's drabble request.
Thanks to Anne for the beta. (Yes, I'm evil and I made her beta her own drabble)
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Sulamita Winner put the champagne glass on the table and leaned back on the chair. Most of the guests had already left. Hinda's wedding reception was coming to an end. Very few people were still on the dance floor, moving lazily at the beat of the DJ's music, since the band had already left.
One of those couples was Quatre and his date. The woman's name was Dorothy Catalonia, and Quatre had introduced her as a friend. The name had sounded familiar to Sulamita, but she couldn't quite place it. Later, she had found out that Dorothy was the granddaughter of the late Duke Dermail. Quatre certainly had strange acquaintances. Sulamita would have thought that after being on opposites sides of the war with the late Duke, no friendship would ever be possible with one of his relatives. Yet, there was Quatre with one hand on Dorothy's back and the other holding her hand, dancing.
At first, Sulamita had thought that maybe Dorothy was more than a friend. After all, Quatre was twenty years old and he had yet to have a serious girlfriend. Sure, he dated the occasional model, or society girl, but that had never gotten too far. He seemed to be more at ease with Dorothy than with any of the other girls Sulamita had met over the years. There was a certain familiarity between them that Sulamita didn't see often in Quatre.
However, after a while of hearing them talk, Sulamita couldn't think of any romantic notions going on between them. What they had looked more like a certain rivalry, as if they were in a constant struggle to prove who was best, never backing down, never taking a break. Quatre would certainly need someone like that in his life, especially considering that not many people were brave enough to go against Quatre Raberba Winner's word. However, Sulamita thought that a partner was someone who challenged you always but also knew when to take a step back, and give comfort. Dorothy didn't look like anyone willing to ever give in.
The dance ended and the couple headed for Sulamita's table. They weren't holding hands, just walking, Dorothy slightly ahead. When they reached the table Quatre didn't move the chair for Dorothy, and she didn't wait for him to do it.
"I think we'll be going soon," said Quatre. "It's getting late."
Dorothy raised an eyebrow. "And who says I'm going with you?"
Quatre sighed. "You came with me, Dorothy. It's only proper that I take you home."
"Such formalities aren't necessary between us." She smirked. "We know each other too intimately for that."
Sulamita took another sip of champagne, hiding her face behind the glass. Quatre might be a grown man but he was still her baby brother and she didn't need to know about his activities with Dorothy.
"That's not the word I would have used." Quatre looked at Sulamita. "We aren't lovers."
Sulamita nodded, but she knew that she was blushing.
Dorothy suddenly stood up. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Winner," she said and gave Sulamita a small bow of her head. "Quatre, you can be a gentleman now and take me home."
Quatre stood up. "Sul, there's something important I need to discuss with you. Can we have dinner tomorrow?" His eyes looked worried, and the tone he had used told Sulamita that whatever he wanted to say was serious.
"Of course," said Sulamita, and gave him a smile.
"Thank you." Quatre smiled back at her, and then turned to Dorothy. "After you, milady."
Dorothy snorted and walked away. Quatre followed.
Sulamita sat at the table for a few more minutes, before she decided to head home herself, and wait for tomorrow to come.
- The End -
Rating: PG/ K+
Pairing: 4+D (friendship)
Summary: Sandstorm missing scene (to be read after Chapter Six). Sulamita Winner meets Dorothy Catalonia.
Notes: Written for
darthanne's drabble request.
Thanks to Anne for the beta. (Yes, I'm evil and I made her beta her own drabble)
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Sulamita Winner put the champagne glass on the table and leaned back on the chair. Most of the guests had already left. Hinda's wedding reception was coming to an end. Very few people were still on the dance floor, moving lazily at the beat of the DJ's music, since the band had already left.
One of those couples was Quatre and his date. The woman's name was Dorothy Catalonia, and Quatre had introduced her as a friend. The name had sounded familiar to Sulamita, but she couldn't quite place it. Later, she had found out that Dorothy was the granddaughter of the late Duke Dermail. Quatre certainly had strange acquaintances. Sulamita would have thought that after being on opposites sides of the war with the late Duke, no friendship would ever be possible with one of his relatives. Yet, there was Quatre with one hand on Dorothy's back and the other holding her hand, dancing.
At first, Sulamita had thought that maybe Dorothy was more than a friend. After all, Quatre was twenty years old and he had yet to have a serious girlfriend. Sure, he dated the occasional model, or society girl, but that had never gotten too far. He seemed to be more at ease with Dorothy than with any of the other girls Sulamita had met over the years. There was a certain familiarity between them that Sulamita didn't see often in Quatre.
However, after a while of hearing them talk, Sulamita couldn't think of any romantic notions going on between them. What they had looked more like a certain rivalry, as if they were in a constant struggle to prove who was best, never backing down, never taking a break. Quatre would certainly need someone like that in his life, especially considering that not many people were brave enough to go against Quatre Raberba Winner's word. However, Sulamita thought that a partner was someone who challenged you always but also knew when to take a step back, and give comfort. Dorothy didn't look like anyone willing to ever give in.
The dance ended and the couple headed for Sulamita's table. They weren't holding hands, just walking, Dorothy slightly ahead. When they reached the table Quatre didn't move the chair for Dorothy, and she didn't wait for him to do it.
"I think we'll be going soon," said Quatre. "It's getting late."
Dorothy raised an eyebrow. "And who says I'm going with you?"
Quatre sighed. "You came with me, Dorothy. It's only proper that I take you home."
"Such formalities aren't necessary between us." She smirked. "We know each other too intimately for that."
Sulamita took another sip of champagne, hiding her face behind the glass. Quatre might be a grown man but he was still her baby brother and she didn't need to know about his activities with Dorothy.
"That's not the word I would have used." Quatre looked at Sulamita. "We aren't lovers."
Sulamita nodded, but she knew that she was blushing.
Dorothy suddenly stood up. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Winner," she said and gave Sulamita a small bow of her head. "Quatre, you can be a gentleman now and take me home."
Quatre stood up. "Sul, there's something important I need to discuss with you. Can we have dinner tomorrow?" His eyes looked worried, and the tone he had used told Sulamita that whatever he wanted to say was serious.
"Of course," said Sulamita, and gave him a smile.
"Thank you." Quatre smiled back at her, and then turned to Dorothy. "After you, milady."
Dorothy snorted and walked away. Quatre followed.
Sulamita sat at the table for a few more minutes, before she decided to head home herself, and wait for tomorrow to come.
- The End -