Post by Griff on Jul 1, 2011 14:00:15 GMT 10
Title: Confessions of King George
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Jonathan/George
Event: 4x100 word relay
Words: 400
Summary: A man like George has his secrets.
Envy
For many years, George envied Jonathan. He envied, first and foremost, Alanna's love. It was a simple and obvious pain that he countered with his fondness for the prince and the knowledge he had the patience to lose the battle and win the war. That was still enough to seed the bitter taste of jealousy behind his tongue and it grew into a choking weed. He envied Jonathan's worth, he envied his prospects, but the deepest itch was his dark envy for a father, one who loved him enough to share his name. That was one thing George couldn't steal.
Greed
George refuses to hide Jon from the world, because he knows he wouldn't give him back. He tried it, once, when Jonathan was prince. The long nights would melt into day, and they spend the time talking over politics or fighting over morality. Every time, it was Jon who stood and left, citing one royal responsibility or another. But now, Jon wanted to leave it all behind and George knew with a haunting certainty that the day they faded back into their own little world, they were never coming back. Too many people owned pieces of Jon; George didn't share.
Pride
George takes pride in his king, not for Jonathan's accomplishments, but for his own. Jonathan was his creation, built over long nights of breaking noble arrogance. He led him into a world built on more than blood and names in golden books. It was a world built on the shoulders of men; with all their clever cruelties and endless mercy. Jonathan never wanted to continue his father's reign, but the future, what he wanted in exchange, was an empty school boy's dream, formless, until George took his hand. George is the one man who can truly call Jonathan, 'My King'.
Lust
George has an appreciation for fine things. He's not a man to waste himself on uselessness, but an efficient model of good quality always caught his eye.
There are few men of better quality than Jon.
A pretty face was common, but Jonathan burned. It was the light in his eyes, magic and intrigue pressed against the windows of his soul, commanding the strong sinew in his arms, twisting his fingers as he ran a solitary tip over his pursed lips. Those lips held fire, too, the scalding ire of tantrums George longed to snuff with lips of his own.
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Jonathan/George
Event: 4x100 word relay
Words: 400
Summary: A man like George has his secrets.
Envy
For many years, George envied Jonathan. He envied, first and foremost, Alanna's love. It was a simple and obvious pain that he countered with his fondness for the prince and the knowledge he had the patience to lose the battle and win the war. That was still enough to seed the bitter taste of jealousy behind his tongue and it grew into a choking weed. He envied Jonathan's worth, he envied his prospects, but the deepest itch was his dark envy for a father, one who loved him enough to share his name. That was one thing George couldn't steal.
Greed
George refuses to hide Jon from the world, because he knows he wouldn't give him back. He tried it, once, when Jonathan was prince. The long nights would melt into day, and they spend the time talking over politics or fighting over morality. Every time, it was Jon who stood and left, citing one royal responsibility or another. But now, Jon wanted to leave it all behind and George knew with a haunting certainty that the day they faded back into their own little world, they were never coming back. Too many people owned pieces of Jon; George didn't share.
Pride
George takes pride in his king, not for Jonathan's accomplishments, but for his own. Jonathan was his creation, built over long nights of breaking noble arrogance. He led him into a world built on more than blood and names in golden books. It was a world built on the shoulders of men; with all their clever cruelties and endless mercy. Jonathan never wanted to continue his father's reign, but the future, what he wanted in exchange, was an empty school boy's dream, formless, until George took his hand. George is the one man who can truly call Jonathan, 'My King'.
Lust
George has an appreciation for fine things. He's not a man to waste himself on uselessness, but an efficient model of good quality always caught his eye.
There are few men of better quality than Jon.
A pretty face was common, but Jonathan burned. It was the light in his eyes, magic and intrigue pressed against the windows of his soul, commanding the strong sinew in his arms, twisting his fingers as he ran a solitary tip over his pursed lips. Those lips held fire, too, the scalding ire of tantrums George longed to snuff with lips of his own.