Post by sidonie on Mar 20, 2011 5:22:49 GMT 10
Title: Fiery Fever
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Jon loses his temper.
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, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Blows rained down, faster than Zahir could parry them. He scrambled desperately to block the most painful ones, letting out small cries of pain each time the others hit their marks. The staff danced across his body, leaving bruises and split skin in its wake.
So distracted by the agony, it was only a matter of time until a more serious hit evaded the squire's defenses. Unfortunately for him, it was a vicious uppercut, the wood catching under his chin and flattening him before he had time to notice. His vision went dark, and for a moment he grasped at the fuzzy edges of consciousness, feeling the world slipping away. The iron tang of blood filled his mouth, and he sincerely hoped the loosened teeth would stay put.
Through the flickering bright shadows that obscured his vision, he saw a figure loom above him. A hand reached out, gingerly tracing the swelling, which promised to be massive. The cool fingers were long and callused, and Zahir cried out as they brushed his split lip. He could have sworn he saw sparkling blue light, but that might have just been the blow to his head.
“I'm so sorry.” The whisper-thin voice floated down from above, as rough and broken around the edges as the squire's body. “I—I lost control. You weren't the one I wanted to hurt.”
As he spiraled into unconsciousness, Zahir could only think that was a rather poor excuse for a king.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Jon loses his temper.
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, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Blows rained down, faster than Zahir could parry them. He scrambled desperately to block the most painful ones, letting out small cries of pain each time the others hit their marks. The staff danced across his body, leaving bruises and split skin in its wake.
So distracted by the agony, it was only a matter of time until a more serious hit evaded the squire's defenses. Unfortunately for him, it was a vicious uppercut, the wood catching under his chin and flattening him before he had time to notice. His vision went dark, and for a moment he grasped at the fuzzy edges of consciousness, feeling the world slipping away. The iron tang of blood filled his mouth, and he sincerely hoped the loosened teeth would stay put.
Through the flickering bright shadows that obscured his vision, he saw a figure loom above him. A hand reached out, gingerly tracing the swelling, which promised to be massive. The cool fingers were long and callused, and Zahir cried out as they brushed his split lip. He could have sworn he saw sparkling blue light, but that might have just been the blow to his head.
“I'm so sorry.” The whisper-thin voice floated down from above, as rough and broken around the edges as the squire's body. “I—I lost control. You weren't the one I wanted to hurt.”
As he spiraled into unconsciousness, Zahir could only think that was a rather poor excuse for a king.
QC by: journeycat