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[July 18][Original] A Traveler's Hand
Title: A Traveler's Hand
Day/Theme: July 18, 2009 "the profession of my fingers floating over you"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir
Rating: G
"Now I can really take a good look at your hand," Saselia chirped eagerly. This time when she reached out to him, Bashir understood what he was supposed to do and he placed his hand in hers, palm up. Their hands were roughly the same size. Her fingers danced lightly over the gentle mountains and valleys of his yellow-pink palm in a way he was certain would've caused him a great degree of tickling agony over many other parts of his body. She smiled as she examined, but she also looked quite intent.
"So, uh," he mumbled. Was it okay to talk while she was doing this? Would it break her concentration? "Anything interesting?"
If he though she couldn't multitask, Bashir was underestimating her. "Yeah, that's right!" she half-answered his question. "See, this is your life line, right?" She traced the spotty crease in its gentle arc across his hand. "And right here, you've got a branch down from it stretching toward your luna mount. I've got the same thing. It means you'll travel far from your home."
"Something tells me those are going to be pretty prevalent in the company I'll find on the road," he made an effort to try and joke with her, and then was pleasantly surprised when she laughed along with him, her voice melodic and unforced.
"Oh, but you also have a star on your luna mound, which is sort of a warning to you that you might encounter danger while traveling."
"But you don't have that?"
"No, and Uncle Simcha has a square there, which indicates protection while traveling." Her voice was sweet and her tone upbeat. She enjoyed bantering with Bashir like this. He was just as cautious and delicate as his palm said he would be, but he also held a smart wit that belied his slow facade.
"Then I'd better stick close to him, I guess," he continued to tease. His laugh was louder and more sincere; he was beginning to really enjoy this. He could make her laugh. He had been laughed at many times before, but the only one he ever made laugh of his own volition was his mother. Saselia's laugh wasn't as delicate or lady-like as his mother's, but it was youthful and invigorating. He was glad to have made her acquaintance. "So, anything else worth mentioning about my hand?" he pressed on.
Day/Theme: July 18, 2009 "the profession of my fingers floating over you"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir
Rating: G
"Now I can really take a good look at your hand," Saselia chirped eagerly. This time when she reached out to him, Bashir understood what he was supposed to do and he placed his hand in hers, palm up. Their hands were roughly the same size. Her fingers danced lightly over the gentle mountains and valleys of his yellow-pink palm in a way he was certain would've caused him a great degree of tickling agony over many other parts of his body. She smiled as she examined, but she also looked quite intent.
"So, uh," he mumbled. Was it okay to talk while she was doing this? Would it break her concentration? "Anything interesting?"
If he though she couldn't multitask, Bashir was underestimating her. "Yeah, that's right!" she half-answered his question. "See, this is your life line, right?" She traced the spotty crease in its gentle arc across his hand. "And right here, you've got a branch down from it stretching toward your luna mount. I've got the same thing. It means you'll travel far from your home."
"Something tells me those are going to be pretty prevalent in the company I'll find on the road," he made an effort to try and joke with her, and then was pleasantly surprised when she laughed along with him, her voice melodic and unforced.
"Oh, but you also have a star on your luna mound, which is sort of a warning to you that you might encounter danger while traveling."
"But you don't have that?"
"No, and Uncle Simcha has a square there, which indicates protection while traveling." Her voice was sweet and her tone upbeat. She enjoyed bantering with Bashir like this. He was just as cautious and delicate as his palm said he would be, but he also held a smart wit that belied his slow facade.
"Then I'd better stick close to him, I guess," he continued to tease. His laugh was louder and more sincere; he was beginning to really enjoy this. He could make her laugh. He had been laughed at many times before, but the only one he ever made laugh of his own volition was his mother. Saselia's laugh wasn't as delicate or lady-like as his mother's, but it was youthful and invigorating. He was glad to have made her acquaintance. "So, anything else worth mentioning about my hand?" he pressed on.