Post by sidonie on Mar 19, 2011 7:59:04 GMT 10
Title: Idle Ceremony
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir practices his domestic skills.
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 art thou, thou idle ceremony?
Zahir had never thought he would be kneeling before his king with four pins and a needle clenched between his teeth, growling at the monarch whenever he moved, but that's where the night before the opening of Midwinter celebrations found him. He jabbed another pin through the thick blue brocade, ignoring Jon's hiss of pain.
“Hold still!” he snarled, making certain not to loosen his jaw, lest the implements of his current task inflict more damage on him. “We're almost done with this alteration, and then it will fit as well as that Lalasa chit's dresses.” Threading the needle, he made a few quick stitches, then sat back to admire the changes.
Jon chuckled at the expression of pure relief on his squire's face. “Have a little more respect for women's work now?” he asked.
Zahir shot him a reproachful look—he hated being reminded that when it came to his views on so-called equality, the king held him in low esteem—but then he gave a small, rueful smile.
“Maybe.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir practices his domestic skills.
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.
~~~~~~
And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?
Zahir had never thought he would be kneeling before his king with four pins and a needle clenched between his teeth, growling at the monarch whenever he moved, but that's where the night before the opening of Midwinter celebrations found him. He jabbed another pin through the thick blue brocade, ignoring Jon's hiss of pain.
“Hold still!” he snarled, making certain not to loosen his jaw, lest the implements of his current task inflict more damage on him. “We're almost done with this alteration, and then it will fit as well as that Lalasa chit's dresses.” Threading the needle, he made a few quick stitches, then sat back to admire the changes.
Jon chuckled at the expression of pure relief on his squire's face. “Have a little more respect for women's work now?” he asked.
Zahir shot him a reproachful look—he hated being reminded that when it came to his views on so-called equality, the king held him in low esteem—but then he gave a small, rueful smile.
“Maybe.”
QC by: journeycat
