Post by Minuit on Mar 9, 2011 21:49:25 GMT 10
Title: So not jealous
Rating: PG
Word count: 261
Pairing: Jonathan/Zahir
Round/Fight: Round 1, Fight A
Summary: 3nd Part of the ‘So not true’ series, where Jonathan is not in denial, or jealous.
“It’s not fair,” Jon muttered to himself as he paced the length of his library. He threw his goblet into the wall and cursed. It was his birthday. Everyone was happy, drinking and dancing in the ballroom; everyone except him. Oh he’d done what was expected. He drank, danced and laughed with his friends and the rest of the court for a while. Then he saw them.
“What does she have that I don’t?” Jon grumbled petulantly. The beautiful new blond young lady at court had been hanging off of Zahir all night long; ooh-ing and ah-ing at the King’s squire, batting those deadly eyelashes like there was no tomorrow. That was bad enough. When she saw the foolish drunk squire was eating it up, she flipped her hair around and kept ‘accidentally’ brushing her chest against his arm.
He understood that young men are easily enthralled by such antics, Mithros knows he had been. But this was his birthday damn it. Zahir should have been giving all his attention to his King and knight master. He wasn’t supposed to act all besotted by some silly young girl and make a complete fool of himself. Two people couldn’t be any more obvious if he tried. If those two weren’t raising a ruckus back in Zahir’s room (or hers) right now, he’ll swallow his Crown!
“I’m just concerned for his reputation.” Jon tried not to slur his words. “That’s all.” He certainly wasn’t avoiding going back to his room for fear of what he’d hear from the adjoining door.
No. Certainly not.
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A/N: If my apostrophes turn into weird boxes again I'm going to shoot my browser, and Microsoft word!
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word count: 261
Pairing: Jonathan/Zahir
Round/Fight: Round 1, Fight A
Summary: 3nd Part of the ‘So not true’ series, where Jonathan is not in denial, or jealous.
“It’s not fair,” Jon muttered to himself as he paced the length of his library. He threw his goblet into the wall and cursed. It was his birthday. Everyone was happy, drinking and dancing in the ballroom; everyone except him. Oh he’d done what was expected. He drank, danced and laughed with his friends and the rest of the court for a while. Then he saw them.
“What does she have that I don’t?” Jon grumbled petulantly. The beautiful new blond young lady at court had been hanging off of Zahir all night long; ooh-ing and ah-ing at the King’s squire, batting those deadly eyelashes like there was no tomorrow. That was bad enough. When she saw the foolish drunk squire was eating it up, she flipped her hair around and kept ‘accidentally’ brushing her chest against his arm.
He understood that young men are easily enthralled by such antics, Mithros knows he had been. But this was his birthday damn it. Zahir should have been giving all his attention to his King and knight master. He wasn’t supposed to act all besotted by some silly young girl and make a complete fool of himself. Two people couldn’t be any more obvious if he tried. If those two weren’t raising a ruckus back in Zahir’s room (or hers) right now, he’ll swallow his Crown!
“I’m just concerned for his reputation.” Jon tried not to slur his words. “That’s all.” He certainly wasn’t avoiding going back to his room for fear of what he’d hear from the adjoining door.
No. Certainly not.
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A/N: If my apostrophes turn into weird boxes again I'm going to shoot my browser, and Microsoft word!
QC by: journeycat