Post by wordy on Dec 1, 2009 10:40:24 GMT 10
Title: An Excuse For Every Occasion
Rating: PG
Prompt: #16 Lies
Summary: This was initially going to be a quick fic about the beloved 'we fell down' lie, but when I decided on the characters, it turned a bit more shippy... Also, oblivious!Wyldon ;D
"You...fell down." Wyldon's voice was sceptical, as it always was when he found himself facing a pair of young boys standing bloodied and bruised in his office. It had almost become a game now - more than a sense of honour or pride to be dealt with - waiting for the boy who would break, would break and admit that no, they had not fallen down. Lord Wyldon leaned back, steepling his fingers carefully as he awaited the expected reply.
Faleron's eyes were nervous, his pale face shining with sweat. A bruise was beginning to show along his cheek, and number of cuts and bruises were scattered on his neck. "Yes m'lord."
"Both of you just happened to fall down at the same time, in the same place?"
"Yes my lord." It was Zahir who answered this time, eyes sliding across to the boy beside him when Faleron stood frozen in place. The tall bazhir was calm, his voice measured and steady. He had less visible marks than the other page, Wyldon noticed, although he held himself in a way that hinted at a sore back or perhaps bruised ribs.
They accepted their punishment in silence. Wyldon dismissed them.
Faleron and Zahir walked down the corridor in silence, their feet on the pavers and their laboured breathing the only sound. Wyldon had ordered them to Duke Baird to get fixed up.
After a moment, Zahir spoke. "He knows we didn't fall."
"Of course," Faleron replied. He rubbed his cheek carefully, flinching when his fingers came in contact with bruised skin. Zahir watched him, biting his lip. "The Stump's been doing this job for who knows how long, I think he would have figured that out by now."
Zahir snorted. "Well. It didn't help us when you hesitated, standing their like a stunned fish."
"He just caught me off guard, is all," Faleron replied, a little defensively, "I was thinking of...something else." His eyes flickered up to the taller boy's face. Zahir swallowed, pretending not to notice.
Faleron shrugged. "Did you notice he gave us punishment duty on different days? He must have learned his lesson on that one, remember when he made Vinson and Neal do theirs together? They almost killed each other. Again," he added.
"Well we won't have that problem then, will we?"
"Nope. Repeat offenders? Us? No way," Faleron said cheerfully. After a moment, he noticed that Zahir had stopped walking. Turning back, Faleron raised an eyebrow in question.
"So you don't want to be a repeat offender?" Zahir asked lightly.
"Umm, we're supposed to be going to Duke Baird. Can't we discuss this later?" said Faleron. He didn't move, though.
"Or," Zahir said quietly, moving toward the shorter boy until they were almost touching, "We could discuss this now."
Faleron smirked.
Lord Wyldon sighed when the two of them were ushered inside. They had been caught fighting again. Zahir's lip was split and bloody, and he was showing more injuries than last time. Faleron looked rather pleased with himself, despite his own injuries, for he had obviously gained the upper hand since their last fight. Wyldon sighed again. When would these two learn?
Rating: PG
Prompt: #16 Lies
Summary: This was initially going to be a quick fic about the beloved 'we fell down' lie, but when I decided on the characters, it turned a bit more shippy... Also, oblivious!Wyldon ;D
"You...fell down." Wyldon's voice was sceptical, as it always was when he found himself facing a pair of young boys standing bloodied and bruised in his office. It had almost become a game now - more than a sense of honour or pride to be dealt with - waiting for the boy who would break, would break and admit that no, they had not fallen down. Lord Wyldon leaned back, steepling his fingers carefully as he awaited the expected reply.
Faleron's eyes were nervous, his pale face shining with sweat. A bruise was beginning to show along his cheek, and number of cuts and bruises were scattered on his neck. "Yes m'lord."
"Both of you just happened to fall down at the same time, in the same place?"
"Yes my lord." It was Zahir who answered this time, eyes sliding across to the boy beside him when Faleron stood frozen in place. The tall bazhir was calm, his voice measured and steady. He had less visible marks than the other page, Wyldon noticed, although he held himself in a way that hinted at a sore back or perhaps bruised ribs.
They accepted their punishment in silence. Wyldon dismissed them.
***
Faleron and Zahir walked down the corridor in silence, their feet on the pavers and their laboured breathing the only sound. Wyldon had ordered them to Duke Baird to get fixed up.
After a moment, Zahir spoke. "He knows we didn't fall."
"Of course," Faleron replied. He rubbed his cheek carefully, flinching when his fingers came in contact with bruised skin. Zahir watched him, biting his lip. "The Stump's been doing this job for who knows how long, I think he would have figured that out by now."
Zahir snorted. "Well. It didn't help us when you hesitated, standing their like a stunned fish."
"He just caught me off guard, is all," Faleron replied, a little defensively, "I was thinking of...something else." His eyes flickered up to the taller boy's face. Zahir swallowed, pretending not to notice.
Faleron shrugged. "Did you notice he gave us punishment duty on different days? He must have learned his lesson on that one, remember when he made Vinson and Neal do theirs together? They almost killed each other. Again," he added.
"Well we won't have that problem then, will we?"
"Nope. Repeat offenders? Us? No way," Faleron said cheerfully. After a moment, he noticed that Zahir had stopped walking. Turning back, Faleron raised an eyebrow in question.
"So you don't want to be a repeat offender?" Zahir asked lightly.
"Umm, we're supposed to be going to Duke Baird. Can't we discuss this later?" said Faleron. He didn't move, though.
"Or," Zahir said quietly, moving toward the shorter boy until they were almost touching, "We could discuss this now."
Faleron smirked.
***
Lord Wyldon sighed when the two of them were ushered inside. They had been caught fighting again. Zahir's lip was split and bloody, and he was showing more injuries than last time. Faleron looked rather pleased with himself, despite his own injuries, for he had obviously gained the upper hand since their last fight. Wyldon sighed again. When would these two learn?
I'm with Lisa, we need more Zahir!fic! 
