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[July 4][Original] Out by the River Reeds
Title: Out by the River Reeds
Day/Theme: July 4, 2009 "even if I lose you, I'll get you back"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojay, Bashir, Fado
Rating: PG
Kojay was leaving, slipping out among the columns of the cold way station into the deep indigo of the night. A chill wind was blowing over the river reeds and they hit each other- clap clap clap clap- echoing hard and hollow into the darkness. Bashir could not see him and stay silent. He rose from his place huddled by the everlight lamp with a borrowed book and moved quietly over the stone floor in his black stocking feet. "Kojay," he called, anxious, but afraid at the same time. Kojay was reckless and unpredictable. Who knew how he would react to an unwanted intrusion? Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe he was just going to relieve himself.
Kojay looked back at the small traveler. He bit his lip thoughtfully. He seemed unusually calm in comparison to his day to day hotheadedness. "Yeah?" he inquired. Even when calm, he was still apparently as terse as ever.
"Where are you going?"
The two men stood quietly in the dim glow of the everlight lamp, one close to the light source, the other, darker man lingering near the shadows of the desolate fen. For not the first time, they sized each other up. Neither was quite impressed with what he saw. Kojay was a rude, thieving liar who didn't seem to fully appreciate everything that Fado had done for him. Bashir was a weak-minded, secretive leech who couldn't do anything without the help of his companions. They were very different kinds of people. They would not easily reconcile these differences. For now at least, it didn't matter. "I'm leaving," Kojay declared, still standing solid and relaxed by a gray pillar. Maybe something of Fado's behavior had made an impression on him after all. He seemed to share a measure of the poet-pilgrim's mild tranquility.
"You can't go. You're Fado's responsibility now," Bashir fought back without raising his voice. That fire arose in Kojay's eyes again- that quality of unpredictable mischief- and Bashir held the book tightly against his chest.
"Pssh. I don't belong to Fado. I can go where I please. And right about now, I feel like goin' somewhere else. I don't like you pushovers, and those reeds knocking around day and night give me the creeps. You can't stop me, Av Shirin." Despite the flames in the eyes, his defiance burned cold, not hot.
"No, I can't," Bashir agreed. He could call for Fado and the others, but it seemed like an empty gesture. "But you know you can't escape forever. Fado will find you again. He's tenacious. He believes in responsibility pretty strongly."
"Yeah, well," Kojay sputtered, proving that Bashir's words had gotten to him. "We'll see." And with that parting remark, he moved on, slinking away into the dark.
Day/Theme: July 4, 2009 "even if I lose you, I'll get you back"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojay, Bashir, Fado
Rating: PG
Kojay was leaving, slipping out among the columns of the cold way station into the deep indigo of the night. A chill wind was blowing over the river reeds and they hit each other- clap clap clap clap- echoing hard and hollow into the darkness. Bashir could not see him and stay silent. He rose from his place huddled by the everlight lamp with a borrowed book and moved quietly over the stone floor in his black stocking feet. "Kojay," he called, anxious, but afraid at the same time. Kojay was reckless and unpredictable. Who knew how he would react to an unwanted intrusion? Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe he was just going to relieve himself.
Kojay looked back at the small traveler. He bit his lip thoughtfully. He seemed unusually calm in comparison to his day to day hotheadedness. "Yeah?" he inquired. Even when calm, he was still apparently as terse as ever.
"Where are you going?"
The two men stood quietly in the dim glow of the everlight lamp, one close to the light source, the other, darker man lingering near the shadows of the desolate fen. For not the first time, they sized each other up. Neither was quite impressed with what he saw. Kojay was a rude, thieving liar who didn't seem to fully appreciate everything that Fado had done for him. Bashir was a weak-minded, secretive leech who couldn't do anything without the help of his companions. They were very different kinds of people. They would not easily reconcile these differences. For now at least, it didn't matter. "I'm leaving," Kojay declared, still standing solid and relaxed by a gray pillar. Maybe something of Fado's behavior had made an impression on him after all. He seemed to share a measure of the poet-pilgrim's mild tranquility.
"You can't go. You're Fado's responsibility now," Bashir fought back without raising his voice. That fire arose in Kojay's eyes again- that quality of unpredictable mischief- and Bashir held the book tightly against his chest.
"Pssh. I don't belong to Fado. I can go where I please. And right about now, I feel like goin' somewhere else. I don't like you pushovers, and those reeds knocking around day and night give me the creeps. You can't stop me, Av Shirin." Despite the flames in the eyes, his defiance burned cold, not hot.
"No, I can't," Bashir agreed. He could call for Fado and the others, but it seemed like an empty gesture. "But you know you can't escape forever. Fado will find you again. He's tenacious. He believes in responsibility pretty strongly."
"Yeah, well," Kojay sputtered, proving that Bashir's words had gotten to him. "We'll see." And with that parting remark, he moved on, slinking away into the dark.