#lance ridgemount

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Smash or Pass - Reed/Rose, Lance/Rose

Reed:

“You know, I’m not normally that into red-heads. However, if this is a complete hypothetical we’re talking here, I imagine any man would be happy to get to add Knight-Captain of the Ministry Guard to their list of conquests. That and I hear she’s got some huge baps hidden under that breast plate.”

Lance:

“Umm... please don’t make me answer that.”

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Name: Ridgemount, Lance Player: Janderius.4310 Tumblr: http://reedingrams.tumblr.com/ Active: Yes Main: No Faceclaim: Armie Hammer

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Too Close to the Action

Imke slowly opened her eyes. It took several minutes before she identified the Vanguard's infirmary by the gilded ceiling. It didn't help that vision in one eye was still a little blurry.

She felt like a munched cog, for sure. Her body ached, and going right back to sleep sounded tempting--but so did drinking an entire lake.

Someone had been on alert, because the slightest rustling of her sheets had Ambrosine shuffling over.

"You sure do know how to pick your seats at these events, don't you, Imke." Ambrosine pressed the back of her hand to the engineer's forehead, and then slowly helped her sit up.

"Guess Lance explained." Imke had, by sheer dint of luck, chosen a seat on the very edge of the stage at a charity dance. A bomb had been placed underneath. Everyone closer had been killed, and it was no small amount of luck that had Imke hearing a strange noise and diving some feet further away.

"Yes. He's been fairly glued to your side as soon as he was free--I have him sleeping in one of the other beds right now, in fact." Ambrosine pressed a glass of cold water into her hands, then carefully lowered herself into a nearby chair. Imke felt a twinge of guilt for hauling the heavily pregnant woman out of her home.

"Take it I was a right mess?" Half the glass was gone in seconds.

"The druid--at least, it felt like druid healing--who tended you at one point did a good job. But I noticed that the levels of chemicals in your system were at toxic levels by the time you got to me." Ambrosine squinted suspiciously.

Imke weakly waved a hand. "Whatsit's triage programmin' will take calculated risks."

"I see that." Ambrosine folded her hands in her lap. "I had to find traces of the other healer's magic to guess at the full extent of your original injuries. You ruptured your tympanic membrane, had ossicular disruption--"

"Wha?"

"You done fucked up your ears, girl. And one of your eyes, plus you fractured some bones in the arm you landed on--I presume. Damage to your lungs, burns..." A sigh. "Like I said, the previous healers who saw to you did a decent job for field healing, on top of whatever alchemical nonsense you pumped into yourself. I just had a lot of cleanup and fine detail work to take care of. You are to rest, you understand? I will tell Lance every restriction you have, because I trust him to see that you follow them."

"Fighting dirty," Imke muttered darkly.

"Damned straight."

"...he was really upset, wasn't he?"

"Twisting himself into knots."

Imke started to say, I've been worse, but then closed her mouth. No she hadn't, actually. "...well. Am I well enough t' go home, at least?" And get out of Ambrosine's hair. And sleep in her own bed, preferably with said worried, pretty boy.  "An'...like, you fixed stuff, right? In time? I ain't gonna have any problems?"

"You should be fine, although some things will take awhile to re-calibrate, as it were. For instance, you probably haven't noticed that I've been talking louder than usual. Your eye might be a bit fuzzy for a couple of weeks yet. You'll be tired. Eat a lot, drink a lot, sleep a lot. Those are your orders, okay? I'll clear you to go home--once Lance wakes up. No sooner. He escorts you home or your ass stays here. Got it?"

"Yes'm."

Ambrosine leaned over and gently flicked Imke's shoulder. "Don't yes'm your...aunt. I don't want to feel that old right now."

Imke scrunched her nose. Right. On paper, that was their relationship now, even if--much as with Jim--it felt more like she'd just picked up another older sibling.  "Yes'm," Imke said blandly, because Ambrosine's wrath was necessarily blunted.

"Twit. Go back to sleep. I'm sure Lance'll be at your side as soon as he wakes up." Ambrosine refilled Imke's glass from a nearby pitcher, then heaved herself out of the chair. "Tove'll be on duty here in a minute.

Imke sighed and settled back down in the bed, tugging the covers up under her chin. She wished Lance wasn't out of site, but at least he was around, and the blanket was soft, and the fountain in the background was....

She slept, and Ambrosine lingered a few more minutes before leaving.

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Lance in his Son of Svanir costume on a Mad King’s Day date.

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88th  of Zephyr, 1328 AE

[[Kenley takes to a new page in her journal, carefully writing out the day and time in which she starts to write.]]

I could lie and say the Citrus Lavender Tea and madeleines was the best thing during my tea date yesterday but Lyssa herself would smite me. That man has to be one of the most handsomest bachelor’s in the Reach, and that smile... don’t get me started on his smile. It’s contagious, look at me even smiling now while I write.

We met a couple times before but this was the first time we got to just sit and enjoy each other’s company. Our conversation was great, and it felt comforting to finally meet someone who share’s some of the same interests as me and loves to smile and laugh just as much as I do. He made me forget about everything that hung on my heart, my grief, my stress from work, the stubborn Lord-Captain, everything just seemed to melt away and it was just him and I in that moment. 

After tea we enjoyed a walk in the afternoon sun, making our way to the cliff in Shaemoor. We took in the spectacular view overlooking the farms of Queensdale continuing to talk and there he confessed to me his father was J.R. Ridgemount, the famous writer that wrote those detective novels my sisters and I would fight over to read. And after a few shared compliments and blushing grins, that is where we shared our first kiss. The moment was idyllic and his touch was heartening. We didn’t even want it to end, so we continued to hang out into the evening. 

I have to say that was one of the best first dates I’ve been on, I hope it’s a sign and a start for something wonderful but I will not hold my breathe. Men can be so unpredictable, it seems.

The season of the Phoenix is at my doorstep and I am eager and ready for it to bring more opportunities, more laughs and smiles, and I hope it helps me find what I need to take my families reputation and wealth to the next level. No more needing someone else to define my happiness, it’s my time to shine.

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(Letters written and sent off in the morning of the 76th of Zephyr)

Nat,  Hey, I know we didn't get too much time the other day to talk. I am getting the house all shiny again for guests, and you are gonna be one of them. This is an invite to come and spend the day. It’s been a while and we need to catch up. You know you owe me a long story about what got that stick out of your ass. Taa taa, Sel

She wrote a second letter then, with a determined look in her eye. She decided she wasn't going to let him hate her. Nope. He just wasn't allowed to.

Lance,  You and me. Dinner. Tomorrow 6 bells in the evening. Leave the plate at home.  Sel

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