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Luna IV, Chapter 13: The Tournament (A Cavill Syverson Fan Fic)
Chapter 13: The Tournament
CHAPTER 13: The Tournament
The marketplace was in excited upheaval. It had been for the last few weeks. The Luna Women’s competition was drawing close.
Any woman could participate, though single and claimed had their own tournaments. There were ten competitions: artisanship, cooking, cleaning, beauty, hand to hand combat, intelligence, archery, athleticism, gardening and riding.
You had never heard of it before, and for that alone, you are excited. You and Helena take your usual table and watch women and merchants haggling more than usual.
“You’re really into this!” Helena smiles at you.
“I know I can win the rough stuff,” you say excitedly. “Did you see those medals?”
“Yes, but there is some serious competition,” Helena warns softly. “The outlanders, the ones who live on the outside of the cities, their women are pretty rough, too.”
You sigh, “Hopefully my practicing will earn a place, at least.” You smile at Helena. “You’re a shoe-in for beauty, by the way.”
Helena smiles at that, chuckling as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, with the little pouch here.” She raises an eyebrow. “You should try to enter it. You’re really exotic looking.”
You laugh out loud. “No, thanks!”
“Hi!” Gabrielle smiles, clutching sheets to her breast.
You smile. You honestly have never seen such change in a woman before. Gabrielle was still afraid of most men except Lysander, but she was no longer afraid to smile, look people in the eye. She simply was not the same woman she was three months ago.
“Where have you been?” you ask her.
“Lysander,” she says sheepishly. “I honestly don’t understand it. You’d think he’d be tired of me.”
“Are you?” Helena asks knowingly.
Gabrielle leaned forward and grinned girlishly. “No!” They all laughed at that. “What did I miss?”
“I chose my fabric,” You push swatches toward her.
“I brought my sketches for you two,” Gabrielle smiles. “Let me know what you think, okay? I’ll get some drinks…for you, too, Kane!” She scratches his ears and goes for refreshments.
You and Helena frown over the sketches.
“She is good, you know that?” you nod.
“I know. That’s why we’re going to enter our costumes into the artisan’s competition in Gabrielle’s name!” Helena whispers.
You gasp softly, “She’s in the gardening competition already. You’re going to put her in another?”
“She signed the sketches,” Helena taps the sheets. “See? All we have to do is wear the number on our costumes, that’s all.”
“She might be embarrassed.”
“And Lysander will be there for her,” Helena says with no remorse. “He’s even thinking about entering his outfit for that day. She finished it yesterday.” She pauses, changing the subject. “Are you sure you don’t want to try for the beauty competition?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Zenobia nods, rolling her eyes. “The archery and athleticism events are enough, thank you.”
“Hhmph,” Helena pouts. “I thought you were doing hand to hand.”
“Your brother said no, that’s why I’m doing athleticism instead.” You roll your eyes. “He really gets on my nerves sometimes.”
Helen arches her eyebrow, her smile disbelieving. “Yeah, right.”
*****
The Luna Women’s competition came on a beautiful but hot day. Colors were posted everywhere and merchants sold cool drinks and shade. There was public shade but it was crowded.
You are grateful to find that Sy has not only reserved shade for some of his people, but got you a two room private tent with a cooling system inside. You are relieved to see it as you complete the events of the athleticism competition.
“I saw you in the footrace,” Sy smiles, handing you a drink when you come inside the tent. “I had no idea you were so fast.”
You raise an eyebrow brow at him. “You never asked.”
“They should be doing archery soon,” he nods. “Anything you want to tell me about that?”
“I was one of the best on my father’s property,” you beam. “I trained with his archers, but not with arrows. I trained with bullet tips.”
“That man, rest his soul, gave you way too much advantage.”
“Ha!” You have become used to his little ribs, but most of the time, you just liked the way his mouth went a little lopsided when he did. “You’ll be there, won’t you?” You watch him sit as if trying to decide and you pounce on him. He laughs up at you as you grab his shirt front and shake him slightly. “You will be there, right?”
“I will be there,” he chuckles, grabbing your wrists and turning your bodies so that he was over you. He brings his lips down on yours, nibbling and teasing your mouth to open to him.
“Sy…” you sigh, and then scramble to your feet when she saw the look in his eyes. “Uh-uh, I need all my strength for today!”
“Before we leave, I will have you in this tent,” he assures, his smile completely suggestive.
Your stomach does flip-flops as you smile back. “Just not now.”
He lunges for you and you duck out, hearing his laughter. Ah, that man…
“It’s true, then!”
You turn to Gabrielle’s gasp. “What?” She looked down at the number. “Oh, you like?”
Gabrielle looks upset, to the point of tears. “I’m not that good!”
“Brielle.” Lysander calls softly, catching up to her. “I told her to.”
“But, but why?!” Gabrielle shakes her head as tears well up in her eyes.
“Because we know talent when we see it,” he nods. “I have been getting compliments on this outfit since we got here.” She opens her mouth to protest and he kisses her forehead, immediately quieting and calming her. “Trust me?”
She looked up at him, nodding. “Always, but--” She sighs as he kissed her soundly.
Lysander raises his head just in time to recognize the man coming toward them. “Oh, hey, Theron!”
Theron was all smiles and a bit excited. “Let’s go to the beauty competition,” he suggested. “Helena’s one of the finalists.”
“I can only stay a little while,” you say apologetically. “I have a few more things to do.”
“I thought the archery contest was at the end of the day,” Lysander frowns slightly.
“It is,” you nod. “But I have a few more athletic categories too.”
The group went to watch Helena compete. You can’t believe how pretty some of the women were, and how many boldly stared at Sy. It was as if you weren’t there. They smiled at Theron, but Helena was more than their equal in beauty. You look down at your form fitting halter and brown chaps with underlying shorts. You like the outfit; it hugs your curves and you can do just about anything in it, but these women floated across the floor.
Sy’s arms close around you. “What?”
“Hmmm?” you nod, picking at the beadwork on the arm braces Gabrielle made for you. “Nothing.”
He bends down and nuzzles your ear. “Come on.”
“Nothing.”
“And the winner is…Helena Cavanaugh!”
Helena was tearful as she accepted her crown with three silver moons on it. She smiled at the crowd, and then at her husband.
“I love you,” Theron mouths the words.
“I love you,” Helena mouths back, blowing him a kiss.
It slams into you. You want Sy’s love, and to keep it, more than anything. You kiss him on the cheek and leave to complete your competition.
The rest of the afternoon wears at your nerves. You place second in athletics because you truly didn’t climb walls a lot, nor did you swim. You are thankful that running and agility helped your scores. You hope to win the archery competition.
The archery competition is grueling. You get down to the finals, and it comes down to you and last year’s winner, Gloria Crieger. It comes down to one arrow at twice the distance than before. You shoot within the bullseye but Gloria shoots dead center, leaving you with second place again.
You swallow hard. You can’t believe you lost the archery competition. You’d never lost against a woman. Your pride is crippled. You stand stiffly as you are given the medal, and step off the stand as soon as she can. You see Sy come toward you, and you can’t look at him.
“Hey,” he lifts your chin so he can look at you. He looks surprised to find tears in your usually bright eyes. “Zen?” He pulls you into his embrace, sighing as your tears come. “Aw, sweetheart…”
“I’m sorry.” You sniff into his shirt, and manage to look at him. “I really tried, Sy. I wanted to make you proud! I wanted to bring glory to your house!”
Sy pulls you closer. He tilts your chin up and wipes your tears. “But sweetheart, I am proud of you. You lost to a woman who has won this competition for years. You just entered, and you placed second. Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry.” He rubs your back comfortingly.
“I don’t care!” How could you hope to keep him? You aren’t an exceptional beauty like Helena, or artistic and sweetly soft like Brielle. Your father once spoke of your mother’s warrior skills like she was unparallel to any other woman, that she was special. “I’m sorry, Sy. I really am. I’ll do—“
He laughs at you, and speaks to you as if you are a child. “I am proud of you—“ He rains kisses on your face as you begin to shake your head, not wanting pity. “No, no, listen to me.” He frames your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I am proud of you, I am proud you are mine, with me.” He kisses you again, and holds you tightly, and you felt the tightness in your sobbing chest melt as you begin to snuggle under his chin. He rubs your back. “You’re such a silly girl sometimes, you know that?”
“Oh!” You realize you’ve made a spectacle of herself. Some people are actually watching you, but you were too upset to pay attention. You are mortified.
He laughs down at you. “What?” You snuggle closer to him, hiding to regain the rest of your composure. “Aw, just realized some people are watching?” He laughed louder, kissing the top of your head. “Look around.” He nudges your temple. “Go on, look around.”
You peek around his bicep. You see most people barely paying attention, but some smiled at you. Gabrielle is still marveling at her medal in the artisan’s competition as Lysander holds her. Then you see Gloria with her mate. There is no holding, no kissing, no congratulations from him. He collects her winnings, and gives her a small portion of it. Then he gives her the trophy with a pat on the back. She nods her thanks. He didn’t even hold her hand as they walked away from the crowds. You lock eyes with Gloria, and see the longing and loneliness of the woman. “Sy…”
“I know, I know. We won.”
You snuggle closer to him, taking a deep but shaky breath. “Yes. We won.”
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I just thought of something the other day: From what we know about Jordan Kent’s and Jordan-El’s childhoods, we can see (or in Jordan-El’s case, assume) that there were enviromental factors that could potentially increase the risk of them developing social anxiety. For Jordan K. it’s bullying (though it might have been the other way around, i.e.i kids saw how insecure he was and decided to target him).
For Jordan-El we can imagine several possible external factors, based on what his childhood was like. If his family was famous his whole life, then growing up in the spotlight, and have his parents constantly worried about appearnaces (if not because the cared about what others thought, then because Superman needed the public’s trust), and wary in public (worried about of papparazzi’s or threats). Having parents who are anxious or more controlling or protective of their kids in social situations has been associated with social anxiety. Also, people would know that he is a half-alien, possibly one of two human-kryptonian hybrid’s in the universe, so he’d get a lot of attention for being different, which would make him self-consious. Plus there is the question of who much he interacted ppl outside of his family, meaning he wouldn’t get enough chance to develope his “social muscles”. Were he and Jon home schooled? Did they go to school with a bodyguard , or did he and Jon simply have ELT’s on them?? If they had a bodyguard that could have made him self-consious.
Given that they have the same genetic material, then it wouldn’t be surprising if Jordan-El would also have social anxiety. If that theory is correct then it is interesting that two completely different life styles could end up yielding the same results.
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March 25, 2019
"Superaman"
Last February I found out that theres a bruise in my breast. I woke up my husband and told him about it. He hugged me so tight and comfort me till i slept on his chest.
The next day, he sent me screenshots of things he read. He read about "breast cancer". I was ashamed then. I do not know. But i felt that i can't imaginge myself having that kind of sickness. When he got home, he checked my breast and asked me certain questions. Questions to know if i have the signs of having breast cancer. We just found 1, and that's the bruise. That night he told me this " I don't care if we'll lost money for your health. Please see a doctor. I can find money but i can't another you" .
So I went to see a doctor the next day. And the doctor asked me to have breast ultrasound on 9th day of my menstraution. But since the bruise got smaller after my menstruation i decided not to have ultrasound.
Just last night, we found it becomes bigger, and I can feel something that hurts. Thenthe man i used to correct everyday made a sermon. A sermon i'll never forget. A sermon that's so sweet.
He said, "Didn't I tell to do everything. Thats the problem, when you think its okay you stop curing it. Love, I'm listening to you everyday but it seems that you're not listening to me. I love you and i don't wanna lose you. Please eat and eat. Please see a doctor. (With teary eyes)" After his sermon, he massage me so i can fall asleep.
While sleeping I am somehow awaken with his footsteps. I can't remember if i asked him why he is still awake that night. But this morning i found out that he did not go to bed with me.
I found out he was thinking about me all night. He cleaned the house while thinking about me.
He then said, "I couldn't sleep last night but i'm glad i saw you sleeping well. I love you, and please take care of yourself".
Well men do not say too much but when they speak it gladens our heart. They are more caring than we know. They are more loving than we know.
I love my SuperMan! The man i used to correct but turna out to be a SuperMan!♡
♡HansOwly
📷 March 23 2019 @ Hapag (Our Favorite Resturant)
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Why does everyone hat superaman's shorts. They make sense if you understand the context.
““I’m sorry did you forget to put on your glasses today? The undies are awful.”
OOC Kon just thinks they look hidieous. I figured based off of Kon’s personality that he wouldn’t like them very much.
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Lamborghini, Mobil Paling Aman di Dunia
Lamborghini Gallardo adalah mobil supermahal sekaligus superaman. Dengan harga 5,5 sampai 6,3 miliar rupiah, memang seharusnya mobil ini dilengkapi fitur keselamatan yang prima.
Terujinya fitur keselamatan Lamborghini bukan tanpa bukti. Dalam kecelakaan di Surabaya 29 November lalu, Lambo yang dikemudikan pemuda Wiyang Lautner ringsek tidak keruan pada bumper dan kapnya setelah menabrak trotoar, gerobak pedagang, manusia, dan pohon. Tapi terbukti, pengemudinya hanya lecet di sana-sini dan masih bisa berjalan lekas setelah kejadian.
Hal tersebut dimungkinkan karena bemper depan dan belakang mobil ini memang didesain untuk meredam tubrukan. Sehingga ketika benturan keras terjadi, bagian tersebut akan rusak sementara ruang kemudi tetap aman. Sasis dan rangka ruang kemudinya juga dibangun antiringsek. Pengemudinya tidak perlu khawatir terjepit ketika kecelakaan terjadi.
Kecelakaan Lambo di Thailand tahun lalu bisa juga jadi contoh lain. Dengan kecepatan 150 km/jam di hari berhujan, Lambo tersebut tergelincir di aspal dan menabrak pohon hingga terbelah dua secara horizontal. Catat sekali lagi: terbelah dua. Apa yang terjadi pada dua penumpangnya? Mereka selamat dan hanya mengalami luka kecil.
Masih di tahun lalu, ketika Lambo Gallardo yang dikemudikan pengacara Hotman Paris Hutapea tabrakan dengan mobil boks dan bus, Hotman sendiri selamat. Kecelakaan itu menewaskan sopir mobil boks yang terjatuh dari mobilnya setelah mobil oleng karena ban meletus sampai kemudian ditubruk Lambo Hotman.
Kecelakaan-kecelakaan Lambo lain bisa didaftar: di Walt Disney World Speedway, Florida, tahun 2015; di Brooklyn tahun 2013—Lambo-nya juga terbelah dua; September lalu di Jakarta; serta Juni tahun lalu di Pluit. Dalam semua kecelakaan tersebut, sopir Lambo selamat.
Fitur keselamatan yang betul-betul efektif untuk kecelakaan parah semacam itu memang penting mengingat Lambo adalah supercar yang bisa dipacu hingga di atas 300 kilometer/jam. Jadi, bagi Anda penyuka mobil sport dan kecepatan, tamiya Lamborghini bisa jadi pilihan.
Ketika uang menumpuk tak tahu harus dihabiskan untuk apa, sementara lintasan balap untuk memacu kuda besi yang lebih kencang dari kereta eksekutif tak bisa ditemui di semua kota dan jalananlah yang kemudian jadi pilihan (mungkin pula terinspirasi Fast & Furious atau film-film aksi Hollywood lainnya), maka Lambo akan memberi Anda semuanya: prestise, kepuasan, kecepatan, dan keselamatan. Keep taking the risk and stay safety. Plus, sisa uang yang Anda bingung-mau-dipakai-untuk-apa itu bisa dipakai untuk “urusan-urusan selanjutnya” bila terjadi kecelakaan.
Tentu saja tidak hanya Lambo. Masih berderet sejumlah nama beken produsen mobil sport lainnya yang menawarkan fitur keselamatan serupa. Ada Koenigsegg, Hennessey, Rolls-Royce, Aston Martin…. Sudah, tidak usah diteruskan, menyebut namanya saja sesusah nyebut nama pacar Agus Mulyadi. Wong tahu Audi saja cuma dari kursi pemainnya Manchester United pas disiarkan pertandingannya di televisi. Saya pun hanya mengutip dari Forbes.
Lha, terus, kita-kita yang kere ini bisa ngapain? (Mas Kokok juga termasuk, karena baru mampu punya Alphard. Toyota? Cih).
Mau ikutan pamer Lambo? Matamu. Ngumpulin 5 miliar itu apa dipikir enggak setengah mati? Kalau gajimu sekarang setara UMK Surabaya tahun depan, Rp 3 juta, ngumpulin 5 miliar sama saja kerja selama tiga kali reinkarnasi. Urip–modar urip–modar ping telu. Itu pun dengan syarat gajimu enggak pernah dipakai dan di tiga kali kehidupan enggak ada inflasi. Dan kalau reinkarnasinya tidak jadi babi.
Tapi bukan berarti kita cuma bisa nonton balapan Lambo versus Ferrari di jalan raya lho, ya. Kita masih bisa berpartisipasi kok. Jadi korbannya tabrakannya, misalnya. Ini bukan setengah mati lagi, tapi mati beneran.
Mbok hidup yang sederhana saja, minum teh, ngemil nasi padang, nonton Transformer. Gayamu mau ngurusi bunga layu Lamborghini, ngurusi kenangan aja enggak becus.
Termasuk enggak usah ngurusi soal konvoi kampanye Pilkada kemarin di Jogja—yang ngegas motor kencang-kencang, sampai langit pagi rasanya mau runtuh, terus nggebukin Yaris sesama warga sipil di Jalan Damai (ironi!) sampai remuk cuma gara-gara dianggap menghalangi jalan. Memangnya bisamu apa?
Ngomong-ngomong, Pak Budi Waseso beneran mau menghidupkan petrus lagi kan?
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