Post by infinite on Mar 10, 2011 13:57:55 GMT 10
Title: Conte Colours
Rating: G
Word Count: 401
Pairing: Jon/Zahir; Team Bend – A - Lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir changes his mind.
Zahir became a man early. He was to go north, to the King’s palace, to become a Knight of the Realm. His will to do his duty, the Chief said, proved his maturity. But really, the ceremonies had to be done before he left, if he was to become a man at all.
Zahir gazed into the fire, and felt that he himself was part of the fire. It ran through his veins, but never burned him. And he heard, or saw, or felt, the Voice, who was also the King. And there was an overwhelming sense of blue.
Water. There was water for as far as he could make out, and he splashed in it and laughed. For the first time, Zahir saw the ocean.
He knelt in grass to examine a little blue flower. Though he bent so low his chin touched the ground, and he inhaled the sweet scent, and he could hear a bee buzzing as it landed on his nose, he didn’t dare pick the flower.
And even the sky was a different blue from the one he had known. The sun, omnipotent in the desert, was here hidden behind a cloud, so the sky seemed softer, not as harsh, and much deeper (though not as vast) than he had thought it could be.
Then he turned and saw the Voice himself. He was dressed in blue, and blue light seemed to emanate from him. He’d seen Shamans glow when they were working magic – this King must be magic. Or had he already heard that?
The light seemed to reach out and embrace him, and at last he looked into the Voice’s eyes. They too seemed to embrace him, or beckon him, and he had never seen blue eyes before. He felt he was rushing into the blueness – or it was rushing into him – and in it he saw himself reflected. Or… it looked like him, but older, and he was wearing blue as well. Corus colours, or, no, Conte colours, he remembered.
Then he saw the fire again, and it seemed to flicker blue before it was orange again. He felt his father stir beside him, and saw the smiles of his family, and shook their hands, because he was now a man.
When Zahir first communed with the Voice he felt, for the first time, that perhaps he really did want to go north.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 401
Pairing: Jon/Zahir; Team Bend – A - Lot
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Zahir changes his mind.
Zahir became a man early. He was to go north, to the King’s palace, to become a Knight of the Realm. His will to do his duty, the Chief said, proved his maturity. But really, the ceremonies had to be done before he left, if he was to become a man at all.
Zahir gazed into the fire, and felt that he himself was part of the fire. It ran through his veins, but never burned him. And he heard, or saw, or felt, the Voice, who was also the King. And there was an overwhelming sense of blue.
Water. There was water for as far as he could make out, and he splashed in it and laughed. For the first time, Zahir saw the ocean.
He knelt in grass to examine a little blue flower. Though he bent so low his chin touched the ground, and he inhaled the sweet scent, and he could hear a bee buzzing as it landed on his nose, he didn’t dare pick the flower.
And even the sky was a different blue from the one he had known. The sun, omnipotent in the desert, was here hidden behind a cloud, so the sky seemed softer, not as harsh, and much deeper (though not as vast) than he had thought it could be.
Then he turned and saw the Voice himself. He was dressed in blue, and blue light seemed to emanate from him. He’d seen Shamans glow when they were working magic – this King must be magic. Or had he already heard that?
The light seemed to reach out and embrace him, and at last he looked into the Voice’s eyes. They too seemed to embrace him, or beckon him, and he had never seen blue eyes before. He felt he was rushing into the blueness – or it was rushing into him – and in it he saw himself reflected. Or… it looked like him, but older, and he was wearing blue as well. Corus colours, or, no, Conte colours, he remembered.
Then he saw the fire again, and it seemed to flicker blue before it was orange again. He felt his father stir beside him, and saw the smiles of his family, and shook their hands, because he was now a man.
When Zahir first communed with the Voice he felt, for the first time, that perhaps he really did want to go north.
QC by: journeycat