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[July 2][Original] Memories of Bashir
Title: Memories of Bashir
Day/Theme: June 2, 2009 "the limit of a sweet memory"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Ofika, Saselia, Bashir
Rating: G
"So..." Saselia mumbled, shuffling her feet and raising dust that might stain her white stockings, "You've known Bashir a long time."
"Yes. As long as I can remember, which means I we were both very little," Ofika answered bluntly, unable to sense the mixed feelings displayed in both Saselia's face and her unusually quiet voice. It seemed as if with her fever, she had lost her sense of subtlety.
"Yeah, I thought so." Being uncomfortable around someone was a foreign feeling to Saselia. She was easygoing and loved to talk to everyone around her, even people she'd barely met. Making conversation was something she did with ease. She thought of her people skills as her most important ability, along with the palm reading her mother had taught her, but now they were suddenly weakening, failing her.
The two young women stood silently facing each other for a short bit of time that felt exceedingly longer than it was. If Bashir had been present, he wouldn't have been able to handle the mounting pressure in the room and would've looked for a reason to excuse himself.
At last, Saselia spoke up again. She wasn't about to be intimidated by this fancy royal. No, not only would she not be intimidated, they were going to be friends. She'd made up her mind. And she was a Bates after all. When a Bates made up their mind to do something, they were going to do it, come hell or high water! "What's your favorite memory about Bashir? Mine is when he bought me this hairpin in the Isagani Market. He was really shy about it, especially because we were in front of Frima and Albright. I think he's a little scared of Albright, to tell you the truth."
Ofika's orange eyes brightened as she moved closer to examine the golden dragonfly pin in Saselia's hair. Suddenly, Saselia wondered why she hadn't thought of this sooner. Ofika had an almost unrealistically elaborate hairstyle. It was no wonder that she would be interested in this story. Saselia began to wonder how she fixed up all that hair each day- would she be able to do it on her own? Did it take several servants helping her to get it all braided and pinned like that? It was like she was wearing an entire Oxan flower arrangement on her head.
"That's so pretty!" Ofika complimented the pin, "I never knew Bashir had the good taste to pick out something like this. He always used to bring me flowers and they were the really strange ones- green orchids and stuff like that. I never knew if he meant it seriously. I mean...when a boy gives you weeds, does he dislike you or does he just have bad taste?"
"I...I'm not really sure." Bashir seemed like he would know better than that. He always appeared to act very conscientiously and purposefully, but perhaps he had been quite young at the time. Ofika didn't look about to elaborate.
"But my favorite memory..." her eyes glimmered vaguely, "It would be too hard to pick. I have so many memories. I want to tell you about so many of them. I don't think we have the time."
"Well, maybe not now, but when we get back out on the open road, you can tell me all the stories you want! I'm looking forward to it!" Saselia grinned. Maybe if she was lucky, they'd even manage to embarrass Bashir.
Day/Theme: June 2, 2009 "the limit of a sweet memory"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Ofika, Saselia, Bashir
Rating: G
"So..." Saselia mumbled, shuffling her feet and raising dust that might stain her white stockings, "You've known Bashir a long time."
"Yes. As long as I can remember, which means I we were both very little," Ofika answered bluntly, unable to sense the mixed feelings displayed in both Saselia's face and her unusually quiet voice. It seemed as if with her fever, she had lost her sense of subtlety.
"Yeah, I thought so." Being uncomfortable around someone was a foreign feeling to Saselia. She was easygoing and loved to talk to everyone around her, even people she'd barely met. Making conversation was something she did with ease. She thought of her people skills as her most important ability, along with the palm reading her mother had taught her, but now they were suddenly weakening, failing her.
The two young women stood silently facing each other for a short bit of time that felt exceedingly longer than it was. If Bashir had been present, he wouldn't have been able to handle the mounting pressure in the room and would've looked for a reason to excuse himself.
At last, Saselia spoke up again. She wasn't about to be intimidated by this fancy royal. No, not only would she not be intimidated, they were going to be friends. She'd made up her mind. And she was a Bates after all. When a Bates made up their mind to do something, they were going to do it, come hell or high water! "What's your favorite memory about Bashir? Mine is when he bought me this hairpin in the Isagani Market. He was really shy about it, especially because we were in front of Frima and Albright. I think he's a little scared of Albright, to tell you the truth."
Ofika's orange eyes brightened as she moved closer to examine the golden dragonfly pin in Saselia's hair. Suddenly, Saselia wondered why she hadn't thought of this sooner. Ofika had an almost unrealistically elaborate hairstyle. It was no wonder that she would be interested in this story. Saselia began to wonder how she fixed up all that hair each day- would she be able to do it on her own? Did it take several servants helping her to get it all braided and pinned like that? It was like she was wearing an entire Oxan flower arrangement on her head.
"That's so pretty!" Ofika complimented the pin, "I never knew Bashir had the good taste to pick out something like this. He always used to bring me flowers and they were the really strange ones- green orchids and stuff like that. I never knew if he meant it seriously. I mean...when a boy gives you weeds, does he dislike you or does he just have bad taste?"
"I...I'm not really sure." Bashir seemed like he would know better than that. He always appeared to act very conscientiously and purposefully, but perhaps he had been quite young at the time. Ofika didn't look about to elaborate.
"But my favorite memory..." her eyes glimmered vaguely, "It would be too hard to pick. I have so many memories. I want to tell you about so many of them. I don't think we have the time."
"Well, maybe not now, but when we get back out on the open road, you can tell me all the stories you want! I'm looking forward to it!" Saselia grinned. Maybe if she was lucky, they'd even manage to embarrass Bashir.