Post by Shhasow on Apr 1, 2011 12:11:53 GMT 10
Title: Sparrows
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Jon tries to make friends with the sparrows. Rating for a few bad words.
The soberly dressed bird eyes him with a curious black eye.
A trembling finger stretches out, waving invitingly, hoping this this time, maybe just once, the bird might-
Nope. The sparrow chortles and chirps and pecks him sharply before flitting away to another branch.
Jon glares at the retreating bird as it huddles next to a friend. He rubs the red mark on his finger and scowls.
Why did Keladry’s birds hate him so much?
Ever since he and Kel started courting, her damn birds take every opportunity to chirp at him - not a pleasant ‘hello!’ either - to empty their bowels on him - which was less of a bother now that he had a cleaning charm, but that meeting with the Yamani ambassador had been humiliating when he hadn’t known about the white smear on the back of his tunic - or to simply ignore him.
Jon likes that last option the best, but unfortunately, it’s not enough. The birds, nasty pecking little bastards that they are, come with Keladry. As does her foul-tempered recalcitrant gelding, but that beast has less mobility than do the dung-bombing sparrows.
Not even food softens their hostile stance towards the monarch. Not even cherries.
He shakes a fist at the nearest brown-garbed sparrow, who tilts its head and chirps. Innocently.
“Jon?” comes a concerned voice. Jon whirls around to see Kel, who has caught him in the act of threatening little defenseless birds. He feels absurdly ashamed, even though they deserve it.
“Just making friends,” he says feebly, not sure if Kel will buy it, but thankfully her eyes soften and she smiles a smile that warms his heart and he remembers why he loves her even though she has evil birds. He never forgets it, even when the one with devilishly-good aim gets him in his hair.
She steps towards him and they open their arms to come together as one. Kel buries her face into Jon’s shoulder, and he breathes in the scent of her hair and rests his chin on it, content.
He peeks one eye open to see the flock of flying rats ruffling their feathers and glaring evilly.
Jon flips them off.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 365
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Jon tries to make friends with the sparrows. Rating for a few bad words.
The soberly dressed bird eyes him with a curious black eye.
A trembling finger stretches out, waving invitingly, hoping this this time, maybe just once, the bird might-
Nope. The sparrow chortles and chirps and pecks him sharply before flitting away to another branch.
Jon glares at the retreating bird as it huddles next to a friend. He rubs the red mark on his finger and scowls.
Why did Keladry’s birds hate him so much?
Ever since he and Kel started courting, her damn birds take every opportunity to chirp at him - not a pleasant ‘hello!’ either - to empty their bowels on him - which was less of a bother now that he had a cleaning charm, but that meeting with the Yamani ambassador had been humiliating when he hadn’t known about the white smear on the back of his tunic - or to simply ignore him.
Jon likes that last option the best, but unfortunately, it’s not enough. The birds, nasty pecking little bastards that they are, come with Keladry. As does her foul-tempered recalcitrant gelding, but that beast has less mobility than do the dung-bombing sparrows.
Not even food softens their hostile stance towards the monarch. Not even cherries.
He shakes a fist at the nearest brown-garbed sparrow, who tilts its head and chirps. Innocently.
“Jon?” comes a concerned voice. Jon whirls around to see Kel, who has caught him in the act of threatening little defenseless birds. He feels absurdly ashamed, even though they deserve it.
“Just making friends,” he says feebly, not sure if Kel will buy it, but thankfully her eyes soften and she smiles a smile that warms his heart and he remembers why he loves her even though she has evil birds. He never forgets it, even when the one with devilishly-good aim gets him in his hair.
She steps towards him and they open their arms to come together as one. Kel buries her face into Jon’s shoulder, and he breathes in the scent of her hair and rests his chin on it, content.
He peeks one eye open to see the flock of flying rats ruffling their feathers and glaring evilly.
Jon flips them off.
QC by PeroxidePirate