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[July 13][Original] Keeping to Himself
Title: Keeping to Himself
Day/Theme: July 13, 2009 "the ones that are never said and never explained"
Series: Original (same as all the other ones this month)
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia, Simcha, Fado
Rating: G
"You know, your emotions are really transparent, Bashir, but so many of the other things about you aren't," Saselia admitted in hopes of eliciting some information from him. She already thought of Bashir as her friend, but did he feel the same as she did? It had only just occurred to her that their exchanges of information were a bit one-sided. She had blabbed on about her family and her various likes and dislikes without a thought to his relative silence.
"Does it bother you?" He peeked out shyly from under the brim of his straw hat. Giving her a look like that allowed his lack of disclosure to take on an innocuous air.
"Well, it doesn't exactly upset me, but I'd like to get to know you. And I mean knowing you better than I can just by reading your palm too." She smiled sweetly, his shyness raising a certain degree of self-consciousness within her.
Simcha caught a quick glimpse of the young people over his shoulder and he winked knowingly at Fado, who took a little longer than expected to catch his drift, but eventually winked back. It was nice to see Saselia talking to a boy around her age. Maybe someday they'd be selling a new family product to supplement the sales of his orange oil ointment. "Shirin's Syrup Cakes," wasn't a bad name. The implication of sweetness in his name actually made it pretty sharp. "I wonder what kinda skills he'd bring to the traveling merchant gig..." Simcha mused.
The younger two continued on their conversation unaware of the casual eavesdropping proceeding ahead of them. "I'm sorry. I'm just a private sort of person," Bashir apologized. He hadn't expected to find his fellow pilgrims so eager to learn the details of his life and he was struggling to find a balance between artless blabbing and complete secrecy. The dirt here was reddish and left traces of auburn powder on his boots. The dust of the capital had fallen away miles ago. "What sort of thing do you want to know?"
Despite her curiosity, when actually put to the question, Saselia couldn't pin down many precise things to ask him. "Umm...Have you traveled much in the past?"
"Only from the province I was born in to the capital, and that was many years ago. This is the first time I've gone on any sort of pilgrimage or long journey."
"I see. Then, how about..."
"Ack! What in blazes is that?!!" Simcha exclaimed. Bashir and Saselia looked ahead, their discussion forgotten.
Day/Theme: July 13, 2009 "the ones that are never said and never explained"
Series: Original (same as all the other ones this month)
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia, Simcha, Fado
Rating: G
"You know, your emotions are really transparent, Bashir, but so many of the other things about you aren't," Saselia admitted in hopes of eliciting some information from him. She already thought of Bashir as her friend, but did he feel the same as she did? It had only just occurred to her that their exchanges of information were a bit one-sided. She had blabbed on about her family and her various likes and dislikes without a thought to his relative silence.
"Does it bother you?" He peeked out shyly from under the brim of his straw hat. Giving her a look like that allowed his lack of disclosure to take on an innocuous air.
"Well, it doesn't exactly upset me, but I'd like to get to know you. And I mean knowing you better than I can just by reading your palm too." She smiled sweetly, his shyness raising a certain degree of self-consciousness within her.
Simcha caught a quick glimpse of the young people over his shoulder and he winked knowingly at Fado, who took a little longer than expected to catch his drift, but eventually winked back. It was nice to see Saselia talking to a boy around her age. Maybe someday they'd be selling a new family product to supplement the sales of his orange oil ointment. "Shirin's Syrup Cakes," wasn't a bad name. The implication of sweetness in his name actually made it pretty sharp. "I wonder what kinda skills he'd bring to the traveling merchant gig..." Simcha mused.
The younger two continued on their conversation unaware of the casual eavesdropping proceeding ahead of them. "I'm sorry. I'm just a private sort of person," Bashir apologized. He hadn't expected to find his fellow pilgrims so eager to learn the details of his life and he was struggling to find a balance between artless blabbing and complete secrecy. The dirt here was reddish and left traces of auburn powder on his boots. The dust of the capital had fallen away miles ago. "What sort of thing do you want to know?"
Despite her curiosity, when actually put to the question, Saselia couldn't pin down many precise things to ask him. "Umm...Have you traveled much in the past?"
"Only from the province I was born in to the capital, and that was many years ago. This is the first time I've gone on any sort of pilgrimage or long journey."
"I see. Then, how about..."
"Ack! What in blazes is that?!!" Simcha exclaimed. Bashir and Saselia looked ahead, their discussion forgotten.