Chapter: Red
Rating: T in this chapter.
A/N: A little violence and slash here.
It had started with a blow, the sound of Jon's fist thudding into his jaw, the moment when his vision went red and his knees buckled. He slid to the floor, one desperate grab pulling his knight-master down beside him. Tears welled up in his eyes and he balled his hands into fists, blinking furiously as he attempted to clear them.
Adding insult to injury, Jon put an arm around his shoulder, his other hand gently testing the spot where he had connected. "You've been distracted today," he remarked.
Zahir took a deep, shaky breath. "I just can't—can't concentrate sometimes," he managed.
His deft fingers catching his squire under the chin, Jon studied the bruise, then leaned in and deftly pressed a cool kiss to the inflamed skin. He put his lips to Zahir's ear, his whisper barely audible.
"I know the feeling."