Post by Shhasow on Mar 20, 2011 8:23:37 GMT 10
Title: The Black God Calls
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 168
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: The Black God calls everyone, some earlier than others. Rating for death.
People died every day. Sometimes it was an accident, sometimes it was murder, and sometimes the Black God called and people were bidden to follow.
It was a fact of life, yet it hit the living as a fresh gaping wound every time.
When Zahir heard the news, he rushed to his friend’s quarters and found him collapsed against a wall, running his fingers through a bit of hair tied with a faded ribbon.
“Jon?” he said softly, and the king looked up with red-rimmed eyes and eyelashes that trembled with unshed tears.
Zahir took one step and knelt at Jon’s side. He gently removed the love token from the limp hands.
“Thayet is dead,” Jon choked out.
“I know.”
Zahir didn’t attempt to move Jon, only coaxed him to lie down. He sat with his wounded friend as the man reminisced about his departed wife, and ran his fingers through Jon’s thinning hair.
He could bring no resolution, only small comfort. That would have to be enough.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 168
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: The Black God calls everyone, some earlier than others. Rating for death.
People died every day. Sometimes it was an accident, sometimes it was murder, and sometimes the Black God called and people were bidden to follow.
It was a fact of life, yet it hit the living as a fresh gaping wound every time.
When Zahir heard the news, he rushed to his friend’s quarters and found him collapsed against a wall, running his fingers through a bit of hair tied with a faded ribbon.
“Jon?” he said softly, and the king looked up with red-rimmed eyes and eyelashes that trembled with unshed tears.
Zahir took one step and knelt at Jon’s side. He gently removed the love token from the limp hands.
“Thayet is dead,” Jon choked out.
“I know.”
Zahir didn’t attempt to move Jon, only coaxed him to lie down. He sat with his wounded friend as the man reminisced about his departed wife, and ran his fingers through Jon’s thinning hair.
He could bring no resolution, only small comfort. That would have to be enough.
QC by: greenie
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!