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[July 10][Original] Secret Heart
Title: Secret Heart
Day/Theme: July 10, 2009 "you were never able to keep me breathing"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Ofika, Saselia, Fado
Rating: G
"What made Bashir take off so suddenly?" Saselia squinted at the brilliance of the sun setting over the water. She slid her feet deeper into the sand, letting the warm golden grains settle in around her toes. "It's not like there's anyone he knows out here to rush off to meet."
"I think he's doing some kind of job for Uncle Kano." Ofika shrugged it off and turned her attention back to the waves lapping at the shore. Down at the water's edge several locals were fishing from the tidal rocks, flipping their long lines into the sun-flecked spray.
"It's weird to hear you say that. "Uncle Kano," I mean, seeing that's he's the emperor and all."
"He is a strong, stern person, but he's still my uncle. Even though he and my father are ruling all of Greater Silesia together, he's just a regular person. He likes music, and pomegranate wine, and if he makes his tea too strong it gives him a stomach ache." She laughed at her memories while Saselia laughed at the unexpected humanity of Blessed Ilekano. In her mind she had always known that the emperors were mere men, but now she was sure of it in her heart as well.
"Lala...lah lah..." The soft sound of a man aimlessly singing a wordless song, lapsing here and there into gentle humming, wafted through the evening air, mixing with distant bird song. The girls' laughter faded as they tried to listen. The singer was above and behind them, walking on the stone around the temple.
"It's Mr. Fado," Saselia whispered as the voice became familiar to her ears. She'd heard him sing before, but always raucously, in jest, mostly along with her uncle, not in such a sweet and artful manner.
"Oh," Ofika held her breath, holding up a hand toward Saselia to ask for silence. This was the song of his deepest heart, a way of expressing himself when he was alone. He might stop if he heard they were nearby.
He didn't hear them (or maybe he didn't actually care) and the song continued on. For a while he actually stopped nearly right above them, tapping a sandaled foot on the stone in time with his song, but it wasn't long before he moved on again, circling around the back of the building. He had probably stopped to look at the ocean, just as they were.
"Mr. Fado's so nice," Saselia sighed. She stretched her arms up above her head, working to get the stiffness out of her shoulders.
"He always makes me hold my breath. I feel like I have to listen perfectly to hear the poetry in him," Ofika murmured thoughtfully, staring out at the rippling waves and beginning to dream.
Day/Theme: July 10, 2009 "you were never able to keep me breathing"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Ofika, Saselia, Fado
Rating: G
"What made Bashir take off so suddenly?" Saselia squinted at the brilliance of the sun setting over the water. She slid her feet deeper into the sand, letting the warm golden grains settle in around her toes. "It's not like there's anyone he knows out here to rush off to meet."
"I think he's doing some kind of job for Uncle Kano." Ofika shrugged it off and turned her attention back to the waves lapping at the shore. Down at the water's edge several locals were fishing from the tidal rocks, flipping their long lines into the sun-flecked spray.
"It's weird to hear you say that. "Uncle Kano," I mean, seeing that's he's the emperor and all."
"He is a strong, stern person, but he's still my uncle. Even though he and my father are ruling all of Greater Silesia together, he's just a regular person. He likes music, and pomegranate wine, and if he makes his tea too strong it gives him a stomach ache." She laughed at her memories while Saselia laughed at the unexpected humanity of Blessed Ilekano. In her mind she had always known that the emperors were mere men, but now she was sure of it in her heart as well.
"Lala...lah lah..." The soft sound of a man aimlessly singing a wordless song, lapsing here and there into gentle humming, wafted through the evening air, mixing with distant bird song. The girls' laughter faded as they tried to listen. The singer was above and behind them, walking on the stone around the temple.
"It's Mr. Fado," Saselia whispered as the voice became familiar to her ears. She'd heard him sing before, but always raucously, in jest, mostly along with her uncle, not in such a sweet and artful manner.
"Oh," Ofika held her breath, holding up a hand toward Saselia to ask for silence. This was the song of his deepest heart, a way of expressing himself when he was alone. He might stop if he heard they were nearby.
He didn't hear them (or maybe he didn't actually care) and the song continued on. For a while he actually stopped nearly right above them, tapping a sandaled foot on the stone in time with his song, but it wasn't long before he moved on again, circling around the back of the building. He had probably stopped to look at the ocean, just as they were.
"Mr. Fado's so nice," Saselia sighed. She stretched her arms up above her head, working to get the stiffness out of her shoulders.
"He always makes me hold my breath. I feel like I have to listen perfectly to hear the poetry in him," Ofika murmured thoughtfully, staring out at the rippling waves and beginning to dream.