Post by sidonie on Mar 19, 2011 7:55:47 GMT 10
Title: Save Ceremony
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir hits a little too hard.
Author's Note: Throughout SMACKDOWN, I'll be posting pieces inspired by quotes and speeches from Shakespeare, because I'm a huge fangirl. They will be for no particular pairing, just whoever seems to fit (though they may be disproportionately J/Z). This series is based on a soliloquy from Henry V, for reasons which should become abundantly clear.
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And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
Crouching down, Zahir spun, one leg unfurling in a vicious kick. It caught Jon in the thigh, and his leg buckled, sending him tumbling. He groaned in pain, face white and breath coming in short gasps.
“Oh, Mithros!” his squire whispered. He scrambled to the king's side, stuttering slightly, obviously terrified of the consequences.
“I—I swear I didn't mean—it wasn't meant to hit that hard, your Majesty—”
His knight-master raised a quelling hand. “Don't apologize,” he breathed. “It was a good, solid hit. I wasn't ready for it, and that's my fault.” He sat up a bit, massaging the newly formed bruise. “And please, stop with the titles. I thought we were past that.”
“I never meant to hurt you,” Zahir stammered.
Jon fixed him with a hard stare. “I know. So stop worrying. Just because I'm king doesn't mean you shouldn't knock me down when I make a mistake. In here, away from crown and throne and all those political trappings, we are knight-master and squire. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir hits a little too hard.
Author's Note: Throughout SMACKDOWN, I'll be posting pieces inspired by quotes and speeches from Shakespeare, because I'm a huge fangirl. They will be for no particular pairing, just whoever seems to fit (though they may be disproportionately J/Z). This series is based on a soliloquy from Henry V, for reasons which should become abundantly clear.
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And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
Crouching down, Zahir spun, one leg unfurling in a vicious kick. It caught Jon in the thigh, and his leg buckled, sending him tumbling. He groaned in pain, face white and breath coming in short gasps.
“Oh, Mithros!” his squire whispered. He scrambled to the king's side, stuttering slightly, obviously terrified of the consequences.
“I—I swear I didn't mean—it wasn't meant to hit that hard, your Majesty—”
His knight-master raised a quelling hand. “Don't apologize,” he breathed. “It was a good, solid hit. I wasn't ready for it, and that's my fault.” He sat up a bit, massaging the newly formed bruise. “And please, stop with the titles. I thought we were past that.”
“I never meant to hurt you,” Zahir stammered.
Jon fixed him with a hard stare. “I know. So stop worrying. Just because I'm king doesn't mean you shouldn't knock me down when I make a mistake. In here, away from crown and throne and all those political trappings, we are knight-master and squire. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?”
QC by: journeycat
And so true.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!