Post by nicolababola on Mar 9, 2011 13:11:53 GMT 10
Title: Awkward
Rating: R
Word Count: 363 words
Pairing: Jon/Zahir - Team Bend-A-Lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Awkward was a word that never really suited Zahir until one night and a slip of the tongue.
Zahir could be described as many things. He was prideful, steady, composed, intelligent, handsome, mysterious.
One word that almost never applied, however, was awkward. Even in those pubescent years, when awkward practically defined the time, the term never seemed to fit the elegant Bazhir.
You see, awkward was when Neal recited poetry to Lady Cynthia’s elbows, only to have the fair lady turn the corner the next moment. Awkward was when Owen tripped into Lady Oranie while he was serving the Midwinter balls. Face to bosom. Awkward was when Joren had a very “nice” dream only to be rudely awakened by Eda Bell for being late to her class. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t even have the nerve to punish him.
Everyone seemed to have the glaringly awkward moments while growing up, the types of moments that everyone else seemed to remember and recounted on chilly nights by the fire, much to your own personal anguish.
It wasn’t until the night of the last Ordeal, literally on the brink of adulthood, that Zahir had his moment.
All the green knights were out celebrating Corus, drinking to the end of one stage of their lives and the beginning of another. Awkward moments were remembered and retold, jokes were exchanged.
“Zahir, your momma's like a pie, everybody gets a piece!” Neal drunkenly exclaimed at the high-end tavern in the center of the city. Guffaws were heard around the table.
Another word that didn’t seem to suit Zahir was funny, and he struggled with a comeback.
Still silent, his peers urged him on in the only way they knew how, by telling more your momma jokes.
“Zahir, your momma's got a party in her mouth tonight, and everybody's coming! Get it? Coming!” This remark came from Roald, who was uncharacteristically drunk that night.
Finally fed up with all the negative attention, Zahir retaliated “Yeah, well your daddy is a carpenter's dream - flat as a board and easy to nail!”
And that was it. The whole table went silent and asked themselves if they heard right. Zahir’s blush was the only confirmation they needed A simple slip of the tongue…
And things got awkward.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: R
Word Count: 363 words
Pairing: Jon/Zahir - Team Bend-A-Lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Awkward was a word that never really suited Zahir until one night and a slip of the tongue.
Zahir could be described as many things. He was prideful, steady, composed, intelligent, handsome, mysterious.
One word that almost never applied, however, was awkward. Even in those pubescent years, when awkward practically defined the time, the term never seemed to fit the elegant Bazhir.
You see, awkward was when Neal recited poetry to Lady Cynthia’s elbows, only to have the fair lady turn the corner the next moment. Awkward was when Owen tripped into Lady Oranie while he was serving the Midwinter balls. Face to bosom. Awkward was when Joren had a very “nice” dream only to be rudely awakened by Eda Bell for being late to her class. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t even have the nerve to punish him.
Everyone seemed to have the glaringly awkward moments while growing up, the types of moments that everyone else seemed to remember and recounted on chilly nights by the fire, much to your own personal anguish.
It wasn’t until the night of the last Ordeal, literally on the brink of adulthood, that Zahir had his moment.
All the green knights were out celebrating Corus, drinking to the end of one stage of their lives and the beginning of another. Awkward moments were remembered and retold, jokes were exchanged.
“Zahir, your momma's like a pie, everybody gets a piece!” Neal drunkenly exclaimed at the high-end tavern in the center of the city. Guffaws were heard around the table.
Another word that didn’t seem to suit Zahir was funny, and he struggled with a comeback.
Still silent, his peers urged him on in the only way they knew how, by telling more your momma jokes.
“Zahir, your momma's got a party in her mouth tonight, and everybody's coming! Get it? Coming!” This remark came from Roald, who was uncharacteristically drunk that night.
Finally fed up with all the negative attention, Zahir retaliated “Yeah, well your daddy is a carpenter's dream - flat as a board and easy to nail!”
And that was it. The whole table went silent and asked themselves if they heard right. Zahir’s blush was the only confirmation they needed A simple slip of the tongue…
And things got awkward.
QC by: journeycat