Word of the Day: Drawl
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asphaltcowgrrlThis is awful, but eh, it's something.
Accents were a strange thing.
Andrej knew his was obvious with his distinctly non-American pronunciation of certain letters and vowels and what Jay had referred to as his ‘infernal obsession with rolling his r’s’. However, that was just how his native tongue worked, so he tried not to let it bother him, even if he never cared to ‘fix the issue’. Especially since it was also a common thing in Spanish and always made Zayne smile.
Jay could just be angry.
Not that James had any room to talk since Utahns had a tendency towards glottal stops, dropping letters in words, making them into something strange to Andrej’s ears. Trish had described it as a northeastern vocabulary with a southern sort of accent. James’ sister, Cecily, explained that their dialect was a product of the LDS moving from the northeastern part of the country westward, taking their native accents with them. Which made sense since he retained his despite having lived in the US for nearly twenty years.
What he didn’t understand was the way Zayne got teased for his soft, southern drawl. Even when he was angry and yelling, the round, drawn out vowels were smooth and fluent. The added flair from growing up bilingual only added to the musicality of his speech. He could listen to Zayne for hours, and often did, but that was neither here nor there. It had to do with Zayne’s love of rambling rather than Andrej’s love of listening.
It annoyed Andrej when Zayne covered it up, tried to sound less Southern and more ‘American’. He’d been on the receiving end of harassment due to his accent, so Andrej supposed he could understand why Zayne tried in more official situations. Probably didn’t help that Americans tended to deduct IQ points whenever they heard anything vaguely southern sounding.
That made him wonder what they thought about his accent. Not only was it European, but it was distinctly Eastern European.
Eh, he didn’t care. If all else failed, he could – as Zayne lovingly joked – ‘go all Count Dracula on their ignorant asses’ and blast the idiots with a mouthful of Romanian.
He hated to remind Zayne, but Bela Lugosi was Hungarian, but again, neither here nor there. In this case, it was the thought that counted.
“Hey, baby,” Zayne called out as he came back into the bullpen. “Miss me?”
“Miss us,” James added with a glare.
Smiling, Andrej said, “Of course I did. I was just thinking about you both.”
Accents were a strange thing.
Andrej knew his was obvious with his distinctly non-American pronunciation of certain letters and vowels and what Jay had referred to as his ‘infernal obsession with rolling his r’s’. However, that was just how his native tongue worked, so he tried not to let it bother him, even if he never cared to ‘fix the issue’. Especially since it was also a common thing in Spanish and always made Zayne smile.
Jay could just be angry.
Not that James had any room to talk since Utahns had a tendency towards glottal stops, dropping letters in words, making them into something strange to Andrej’s ears. Trish had described it as a northeastern vocabulary with a southern sort of accent. James’ sister, Cecily, explained that their dialect was a product of the LDS moving from the northeastern part of the country westward, taking their native accents with them. Which made sense since he retained his despite having lived in the US for nearly twenty years.
What he didn’t understand was the way Zayne got teased for his soft, southern drawl. Even when he was angry and yelling, the round, drawn out vowels were smooth and fluent. The added flair from growing up bilingual only added to the musicality of his speech. He could listen to Zayne for hours, and often did, but that was neither here nor there. It had to do with Zayne’s love of rambling rather than Andrej’s love of listening.
It annoyed Andrej when Zayne covered it up, tried to sound less Southern and more ‘American’. He’d been on the receiving end of harassment due to his accent, so Andrej supposed he could understand why Zayne tried in more official situations. Probably didn’t help that Americans tended to deduct IQ points whenever they heard anything vaguely southern sounding.
That made him wonder what they thought about his accent. Not only was it European, but it was distinctly Eastern European.
Eh, he didn’t care. If all else failed, he could – as Zayne lovingly joked – ‘go all Count Dracula on their ignorant asses’ and blast the idiots with a mouthful of Romanian.
He hated to remind Zayne, but Bela Lugosi was Hungarian, but again, neither here nor there. In this case, it was the thought that counted.
“Hey, baby,” Zayne called out as he came back into the bullpen. “Miss me?”
“Miss us,” James added with a glare.
Smiling, Andrej said, “Of course I did. I was just thinking about you both.”
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Date: 2020-10-13 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-13 10:30 pm (UTC)I rather lost the plot on the other fic and am stuck at the moment, so I was trying to burn through some of the lingering prompts I had cluttering my inbox and... this was born. Yeah.
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Date: 2020-11-14 02:39 am (UTC)LOL