Post by Griff on Jul 1, 2011 13:54:44 GMT 10
Title: Drowning Johnny
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Jonathan/George
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Johnny's drowning in King Jonathan.
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“You're drunk,” George said, voice heavy with sleep and disapproval.
“I drank it without you,” Jon snapped belligerently.
He stood in the hall, tunic long gone with his belt, feet bare, trouser rumbled as his shirt, and George was not impressed. “Go to bed, Jonathan.”
Jon responded with a petulant jaw and stubborn glare.
Sighing at the helpless realization he wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon, George closed his eyes and dropped his head against the open door. “Jonathan, you're tired, drunk, and have a lovely wife at home. I have a lovely wife. Do us both a favor and humiliate yourself somewhere else, quietly, where no one can hear you demand sexual favors from your nobility.
“Let me in,” Jonathan insisted, an angry flush brushing his cheeks.
“Why?” George snapped sharply, “So you can have your fun and ruin the good things the gods sought to give us? I've had too few of them to waste on your self-indulgent fancies, Your Majesty.”
“That's all I am,” Jon cried, “A pretty face under a gaudy hat, primped and polished and polite. I can't talk anymore, not with my own mind; or walk where I will. I can't even even stand in the halls and make a fool of myself anymore, because I'm 'Your Majesty'.”
He pressed forward plaintively his hand against the door, “I'm always 'Your Majesty'.” Jon shook his head, “I just want to be Johnny.”
The angry tension seeped from his shoulder as George pulled his friend close and rested their foreheads together. “I know,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Jon's hair, “But Johnny never had this.”
“Can't I?” Jon pleaded, “Please.”
“Mithros' sake, I wish I could,” George tugged lightly on the helpless black strands, “But it's too late for that. I'm not a king anymore; I have rules I have to live by, and so do you.”
“So I'm lost, then?” He shuddered, wrapping his arms around George's chest. “Good as dead.”
“Go to sleep, lad,” George whispered, pushing him away. “We'll talk in the morning.”
“I won't be there,” Jon said darkly, “Just a pretty smile and a crown.”
He looked away and closed the door, leaning against it with a heavy heart. “I know, Johnny.”
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Jonathan/George
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Johnny's drowning in King Jonathan.
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“You're drunk,” George said, voice heavy with sleep and disapproval.
“I drank it without you,” Jon snapped belligerently.
He stood in the hall, tunic long gone with his belt, feet bare, trouser rumbled as his shirt, and George was not impressed. “Go to bed, Jonathan.”
Jon responded with a petulant jaw and stubborn glare.
Sighing at the helpless realization he wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon, George closed his eyes and dropped his head against the open door. “Jonathan, you're tired, drunk, and have a lovely wife at home. I have a lovely wife. Do us both a favor and humiliate yourself somewhere else, quietly, where no one can hear you demand sexual favors from your nobility.
“Let me in,” Jonathan insisted, an angry flush brushing his cheeks.
“Why?” George snapped sharply, “So you can have your fun and ruin the good things the gods sought to give us? I've had too few of them to waste on your self-indulgent fancies, Your Majesty.”
“That's all I am,” Jon cried, “A pretty face under a gaudy hat, primped and polished and polite. I can't talk anymore, not with my own mind; or walk where I will. I can't even even stand in the halls and make a fool of myself anymore, because I'm 'Your Majesty'.”
He pressed forward plaintively his hand against the door, “I'm always 'Your Majesty'.” Jon shook his head, “I just want to be Johnny.”
The angry tension seeped from his shoulder as George pulled his friend close and rested their foreheads together. “I know,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Jon's hair, “But Johnny never had this.”
“Can't I?” Jon pleaded, “Please.”
“Mithros' sake, I wish I could,” George tugged lightly on the helpless black strands, “But it's too late for that. I'm not a king anymore; I have rules I have to live by, and so do you.”
“So I'm lost, then?” He shuddered, wrapping his arms around George's chest. “Good as dead.”
“Go to sleep, lad,” George whispered, pushing him away. “We'll talk in the morning.”
“I won't be there,” Jon said darkly, “Just a pretty smile and a crown.”
He looked away and closed the door, leaning against it with a heavy heart. “I know, Johnny.”