Post by Muse on Apr 14, 2013 5:23:50 GMT 10
Title: Firework
Rating: PG
Word Count: 419
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: She returns, and brings more than the Dominion Jewel with her. Inspired by lyrics from “Part of Me” by Katy Perry because apparently Katy is my Jon!tunes of choice.
One thing blurs into another from this vantage point.
At court, everyone shows off. Everyone has a price; everyone has something to say. Everyone wants a piece of you and Jon is grateful for the raised platform of the dais because he can pretend to be lifted out of the morass just for a little while and only get his feet wet when he has to.
Silence, though, that gets his attention, as little else will for the remainder of the evening. Silence isn’t something that happens easily in the shifting chaos that makes up his tentative, hesitant new Court.
The doors at the top of the staircase that descends from the far wall open; two figures step through, and Jon holds his breath.
She’s home, finally, and it’s still something that surprises him. He’d grown used to her absence—he hadn’t liked it—but in the wake of her brilliance, her spark and her passion, the corridors of the Palace he had tread since he was very young dimmed. She took something of his with her when she left.
Like the fool he was, he’d tried to take it back, that trip to the Bazhir in the desert.
Idiot.
Alanna steps off the stairs, escorting the foreign princess along the carpet clearing rapidly before them. Thayet captures the undivided attention of the Court, her scarlet dress and stunning looks drawing the appreciation of every person in attendance, but Jon’s gaze rests on Alanna as they draw closer.
Page, Alan, Squire, Alanna, Friend, Love, Comrade, Hero. Jon holds her gaze.
When she kneels to present the Dominion Jewel, something inside Jon swells, a knot growing in his throat and he hopes that, instead of looking like an idiot, Alanna can see just how proud of her he is.
Lioness.
She swears fealty in a clear and ringing voice. She promises her life, her sword, her duty to the Crown and to Tortall.
When she looks up, Jon reads it on her face: she promises him her life, her love, the breath in her body.
Champion.
She stands beside him, his right hand, his sword arm, and the cheer begins as a low rumble, building to a roar that shakes the foundations of the Palace.
One thing blurs into another from this vantage point.
Jon is grateful for the raised platform of the dais because from here, he can pretend that no one can see how his eyes grow shiny for brief moments.
Alanna grins and passes him her handkerchief.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 419
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: She returns, and brings more than the Dominion Jewel with her. Inspired by lyrics from “Part of Me” by Katy Perry because apparently Katy is my Jon!tunes of choice.
One thing blurs into another from this vantage point.
At court, everyone shows off. Everyone has a price; everyone has something to say. Everyone wants a piece of you and Jon is grateful for the raised platform of the dais because he can pretend to be lifted out of the morass just for a little while and only get his feet wet when he has to.
Silence, though, that gets his attention, as little else will for the remainder of the evening. Silence isn’t something that happens easily in the shifting chaos that makes up his tentative, hesitant new Court.
The doors at the top of the staircase that descends from the far wall open; two figures step through, and Jon holds his breath.
She’s home, finally, and it’s still something that surprises him. He’d grown used to her absence—he hadn’t liked it—but in the wake of her brilliance, her spark and her passion, the corridors of the Palace he had tread since he was very young dimmed. She took something of his with her when she left.
Like the fool he was, he’d tried to take it back, that trip to the Bazhir in the desert.
Idiot.
Alanna steps off the stairs, escorting the foreign princess along the carpet clearing rapidly before them. Thayet captures the undivided attention of the Court, her scarlet dress and stunning looks drawing the appreciation of every person in attendance, but Jon’s gaze rests on Alanna as they draw closer.
Page, Alan, Squire, Alanna, Friend, Love, Comrade, Hero. Jon holds her gaze.
When she kneels to present the Dominion Jewel, something inside Jon swells, a knot growing in his throat and he hopes that, instead of looking like an idiot, Alanna can see just how proud of her he is.
Lioness.
She swears fealty in a clear and ringing voice. She promises her life, her sword, her duty to the Crown and to Tortall.
When she looks up, Jon reads it on her face: she promises him her life, her love, the breath in her body.
Champion.
She stands beside him, his right hand, his sword arm, and the cheer begins as a low rumble, building to a roar that shakes the foundations of the Palace.
One thing blurs into another from this vantage point.
Jon is grateful for the raised platform of the dais because from here, he can pretend that no one can see how his eyes grow shiny for brief moments.
Alanna grins and passes him her handkerchief.