Post by Shhasow on Mar 20, 2011 8:15:38 GMT 10
Title: Tilt-Silly
Rating: PG
Word Count: 183
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir tilts and deeply regrets it.
Every muscle in his body protested. Strenuously.
Zahir raised one arm made of noodles and weakly saluted his old training master as they both left the tilting field.
How had Jon convinced him to enter into the tournament was a mystery. Why Lord Wyldon decided to punish him was a further mystery.
As each plodding step of his charger jostled his aching bones, Zahir idly wondered if the man had seen him talking with his youngest daughter. Elsa-something. It didn’t matter; no girl was worth this pain.
“Alright there, squire?”
The cheerful and highly-amused voice of his knight-master jolted Zahir, and he slowly opened his eyes to meet Jon’s. They sparkled blue in the bright afternoon light. The Bazhir groaned just slightly, and though Jon laughed, the king’s hands were gentle and firm as helped his squire dismount.
“Now you’ll know better than to eye Wyldon’s youngest, don’t you?” He said as he supported Zahir to the tents.
Zahir opened one blood-shot eye. “Who?”
“That’s the spirit! Now, Vania is young still, but I’ll have you know that she’s rather fascinated by you...”
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 183
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir tilts and deeply regrets it.
Every muscle in his body protested. Strenuously.
Zahir raised one arm made of noodles and weakly saluted his old training master as they both left the tilting field.
How had Jon convinced him to enter into the tournament was a mystery. Why Lord Wyldon decided to punish him was a further mystery.
As each plodding step of his charger jostled his aching bones, Zahir idly wondered if the man had seen him talking with his youngest daughter. Elsa-something. It didn’t matter; no girl was worth this pain.
“Alright there, squire?”
The cheerful and highly-amused voice of his knight-master jolted Zahir, and he slowly opened his eyes to meet Jon’s. They sparkled blue in the bright afternoon light. The Bazhir groaned just slightly, and though Jon laughed, the king’s hands were gentle and firm as helped his squire dismount.
“Now you’ll know better than to eye Wyldon’s youngest, don’t you?” He said as he supported Zahir to the tents.
Zahir opened one blood-shot eye. “Who?”
“That’s the spirit! Now, Vania is young still, but I’ll have you know that she’s rather fascinated by you...”
QC: by Cassandra
That Bazhir boy sure gets around! And Jon's almost-sadistic amusement is hilarious 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!