Post by Shhasow on Mar 20, 2011 8:05:32 GMT 10
Title: Voice Lessons (17)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir’s training continues with some success.
Chapter Sixteen
The first time Zahir consciously called his sleeping mind, Jon was gently coaxing him with detailed instructions.
By that, of course, they both were more than slightly drunk, barefoot, and leaning over the top of the palace roof to look down.
Zahir saw a bored-looking guardsman on the curtain wall, and wondered what the man thought of seeing his monarch prance along the rooftops.
The idle thought was quickly answered by a deluge of information, and Zahir stumbled as it crashed into his mind. Jon grabbed him to prevent him from pitching over the edge, but Zahir could not stop laughing.
“You dance naked in the rain?” he gasped, clutching his sides.
“What?” Jon peered at the guardsman, then his expression lightened. “Ah, I see. Hello, Franklin!” He waved at the other man, who grudgingly waved back. “He’s usually on duty during the best storms,” Jon confided. “You’ll get to see him in a few days. The weather mages say there’s a gigantic one on its way.”
Zahir blinked away the lingering laziness from the wine. “Wait. We’re going to be up here during a thunderstorm? Aren’t you afraid we’ll get struck by lightning?”
The question was more of a demand, but Jon merely shrugged and batted it away with a flighty hand. “It’ll hit Balor’s Needle first. We’re hardly the tallest object in the area.”
“At least we’ll be clothed, right Jon?” Silence.
“Right, Jon?” Zahir said, a bit desperately. The silence was not comforting.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir’s training continues with some success.
Chapter Sixteen
The first time Zahir consciously called his sleeping mind, Jon was gently coaxing him with detailed instructions.
By that, of course, they both were more than slightly drunk, barefoot, and leaning over the top of the palace roof to look down.
Zahir saw a bored-looking guardsman on the curtain wall, and wondered what the man thought of seeing his monarch prance along the rooftops.
The idle thought was quickly answered by a deluge of information, and Zahir stumbled as it crashed into his mind. Jon grabbed him to prevent him from pitching over the edge, but Zahir could not stop laughing.
“You dance naked in the rain?” he gasped, clutching his sides.
“What?” Jon peered at the guardsman, then his expression lightened. “Ah, I see. Hello, Franklin!” He waved at the other man, who grudgingly waved back. “He’s usually on duty during the best storms,” Jon confided. “You’ll get to see him in a few days. The weather mages say there’s a gigantic one on its way.”
Zahir blinked away the lingering laziness from the wine. “Wait. We’re going to be up here during a thunderstorm? Aren’t you afraid we’ll get struck by lightning?”
The question was more of a demand, but Jon merely shrugged and batted it away with a flighty hand. “It’ll hit Balor’s Needle first. We’re hardly the tallest object in the area.”
“At least we’ll be clothed, right Jon?” Silence.
“Right, Jon?” Zahir said, a bit desperately. The silence was not comforting.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!