Second of the Ambassadors|Sensatiamens, Sensatia
Oct 29, 2010 20:57:27 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Oct 29, 2010 20:57:27 GMT -5
Zack leaned back and sighed softly as the scent sparked a fairly recent and fond memory.
It was just one of those weeks. Nothing was really wrong; it was just busy. Or at least, he'd assumed it was busy. Zira had been chained to his desk most days, penning and poring over some sort of document he wouldn't even let Zack look at. Granted, Zira was head of the house, but Zack was Lord of Widor now, too. And even before that, he'd been allowed to look over things.
He'd been alternately curious, bemused, and hurt that Zira wouldn't tell him what it was about. He'd even been locked out of the study. Zira had never done that to him. Finally, one night he was told that the mysterious document would be "sent off" the next day.
His expression must have betrayed him, for in the next moment, Zira was cupping his face with ink-stained hands and inviting him into the study. There, lying out flat to finish drying on a table, was the "document," in reality a large page of illuminated manuscript.
"I'm having it put under glass to display in the music room," Zira told him. "I know the embellishment isn't as good as what a professional might do, but I wanted to do this myself. That's what I was doing all week; I'd already done the regular script."
"It's the song I wrote," he murmured, bending down to read the painstakingly penned verses. Zira's script had always been as elegant as his was horrid. "The one about us before I even knew who 'she' was." He wanted to touch it, but he could tell from the smell of the ink that it was still damp in places.
"With a small change," Zira agreed. "I hope you don't mind."
He smiled as he realised 'she' had been written as 'he' instead. "It's the way I would have written it if I'd realised at the time how I felt. Zira, this is...." He trailed off and gestured helplessly.
"It's for you," Zira murmured, and kissed his temple. "Happy birthday."
Zack felt a surge of affection for Zira that eclipsed even his mild chagrin at his earlier worries and turned to rest his head against his shoulder. "I'm an idiot," he chuckled.
"Only part of the time. Thuothans don't fall for complete idio-ACK!"
There, memory dissolved into snatches of laughter and amusement as Zack began the first attempt of many that evening at tickling each other senseless.
It was just one of those weeks. Nothing was really wrong; it was just busy. Or at least, he'd assumed it was busy. Zira had been chained to his desk most days, penning and poring over some sort of document he wouldn't even let Zack look at. Granted, Zira was head of the house, but Zack was Lord of Widor now, too. And even before that, he'd been allowed to look over things.
He'd been alternately curious, bemused, and hurt that Zira wouldn't tell him what it was about. He'd even been locked out of the study. Zira had never done that to him. Finally, one night he was told that the mysterious document would be "sent off" the next day.
His expression must have betrayed him, for in the next moment, Zira was cupping his face with ink-stained hands and inviting him into the study. There, lying out flat to finish drying on a table, was the "document," in reality a large page of illuminated manuscript.
"I'm having it put under glass to display in the music room," Zira told him. "I know the embellishment isn't as good as what a professional might do, but I wanted to do this myself. That's what I was doing all week; I'd already done the regular script."
"It's the song I wrote," he murmured, bending down to read the painstakingly penned verses. Zira's script had always been as elegant as his was horrid. "The one about us before I even knew who 'she' was." He wanted to touch it, but he could tell from the smell of the ink that it was still damp in places.
"With a small change," Zira agreed. "I hope you don't mind."
He smiled as he realised 'she' had been written as 'he' instead. "It's the way I would have written it if I'd realised at the time how I felt. Zira, this is...." He trailed off and gestured helplessly.
"It's for you," Zira murmured, and kissed his temple. "Happy birthday."
Zack felt a surge of affection for Zira that eclipsed even his mild chagrin at his earlier worries and turned to rest his head against his shoulder. "I'm an idiot," he chuckled.
"Only part of the time. Thuothans don't fall for complete idio-ACK!"
There, memory dissolved into snatches of laughter and amusement as Zack began the first attempt of many that evening at tickling each other senseless.