Post by Shhasow on Mar 20, 2011 8:14:27 GMT 10
Title: Tradition
Rating: G
Word Count: 172
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Tradition. (Serious this time)
The pair sat cross-legged, silent, a smoldering fire between them.
“Are you ready?” The king’s quiet voice seemed small in the empty space around them.
Zahir shifted just slightly, but his face remained impassive and his head raised proudly, the nerves battling his confidence. “I am.” In his voice, at least, Zahir’s self-assurance won out.
“It is tradition,” Jon began, “that the night before the new Voice is appointed, there is a period of reflection for the one who assumes the duties and the one who is relieved of them. Much like the vigil before your Ordeal, you should contemplate upon what is important, but you may speak if you desire.”
Silence. Then:
“What did you think of, sire?”
In the dark, Zahir could barely see Jon’s sad smile. “Love. Duty.” He took a deep breath. “Jealousy. Doubts. Was I doing the right thing; would Al-she say yes.”
“Are you good enough for the duty,” Zahir breathed, and Jon nodded.
The pair sat cross-legged, silently sharing thoughts, staring into a slowly-dying fire.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 172
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Tradition. (Serious this time)
The pair sat cross-legged, silent, a smoldering fire between them.
“Are you ready?” The king’s quiet voice seemed small in the empty space around them.
Zahir shifted just slightly, but his face remained impassive and his head raised proudly, the nerves battling his confidence. “I am.” In his voice, at least, Zahir’s self-assurance won out.
“It is tradition,” Jon began, “that the night before the new Voice is appointed, there is a period of reflection for the one who assumes the duties and the one who is relieved of them. Much like the vigil before your Ordeal, you should contemplate upon what is important, but you may speak if you desire.”
Silence. Then:
“What did you think of, sire?”
In the dark, Zahir could barely see Jon’s sad smile. “Love. Duty.” He took a deep breath. “Jealousy. Doubts. Was I doing the right thing; would Al-she say yes.”
“Are you good enough for the duty,” Zahir breathed, and Jon nodded.
The pair sat cross-legged, silently sharing thoughts, staring into a slowly-dying fire.
QC by: greenie
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!