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Post by sketchymurr on Mar 20, 2011 8:58:03 GMT 10
Title: Friends Rating: G Word Count: 140 Pairing: Jon/Zahir – Team Bend-a-lot Round/Fight: 1/A Summary: Jon realizes friendship is rare.
Fresh bread was one of Jon's favorite smells. As he took a chunk of the bread, he tore it again. It smelled homey. Not that he'd ever had a mother baking like most people- but it was comforting none the less.
“Stop hogging it, Jon.”
Zahir tugged some from him, leaning over the table in the pub. “You're not my knightmaster now. I can take bread from you if I want some.” His voice was defiant.
Jon raised an eyebrow and took another bite. “I'm your king. Aren't you supposed to treat me with some semblance of respect?”
Chewing the bread, Zahir shrugged. “You're my friend, which is more than king. Now share the bread.”
More than anything, that made Jon's spirit lift. Never before had Zahir said anything of that manner.
Jon would never forget.
QC by: journeycat
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Post by Seek on Mar 24, 2011 18:23:51 GMT 10
I love Zahir's casual familiar irreverence
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