Post by sidonie on Mar 19, 2011 13:37:12 GMT 10
Title: Thy Worth
Rating: G
Word Count: 201
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Even in the glitter of the Progress, the king is easy to spot.
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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O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
The Progress, once underway, could only be described as glittering spectacle. The polished armor of the Own, the rich hues of the knights' cloaks and banners, and the gleaming hides of the well-groomed horses all wove across the land in a river of color and light. Zahir rode beside his knight-master, watching the people gather in masses at the roadsides, pointing and gaping. Children swarmed up the fences and sat on the rooftops, and the cheers were often deafening. They wove their way through the meanest towns, their mounts' hooves rattling on cobblestones or thudding dully on packed dirt.
It was in a village hardly worthy of the title that Zahir happened to glance over and see a woman with her child on her shoulders, gesturing excitedly at Jon. Astride his midnight-black stallion, wearing the obscenely expensive velvet-and-sapphires cloak, he was easy to spot. A look of awe suffused the boy's face, and his mother shouted excitedly up at him.
“Look! It's the king!”
Suppressing a grin, Zahir leaned over to whisper in Jon's ear. “Seems like Tortall's fancy cloak has some merit after all.”
His knight-master smiled back at him. “It is imposing. It is not comfortable.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 201
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Even in the glitter of the Progress, the king is easy to spot.
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.
~~~~~~
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
The Progress, once underway, could only be described as glittering spectacle. The polished armor of the Own, the rich hues of the knights' cloaks and banners, and the gleaming hides of the well-groomed horses all wove across the land in a river of color and light. Zahir rode beside his knight-master, watching the people gather in masses at the roadsides, pointing and gaping. Children swarmed up the fences and sat on the rooftops, and the cheers were often deafening. They wove their way through the meanest towns, their mounts' hooves rattling on cobblestones or thudding dully on packed dirt.
It was in a village hardly worthy of the title that Zahir happened to glance over and see a woman with her child on her shoulders, gesturing excitedly at Jon. Astride his midnight-black stallion, wearing the obscenely expensive velvet-and-sapphires cloak, he was easy to spot. A look of awe suffused the boy's face, and his mother shouted excitedly up at him.
“Look! It's the king!”
Suppressing a grin, Zahir leaned over to whisper in Jon's ear. “Seems like Tortall's fancy cloak has some merit after all.”
His knight-master smiled back at him. “It is imposing. It is not comfortable.”
QC by: journeycat