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[Dec. 10] [Original] Fourteen-Year Pilgrim
Title: Fourteen-Year Pilgrim
Day/Theme: Dec. 10, 2009 "a place to fly and a place to land"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Fado, Bashir, Simcha, Saselia
Rating: G
"People swear by the olives of the sun-kissed land of the coast," Fado said, letting his narrow eyes cascade down the cliffs to the sea. Fado seemed to know a little bit of something about everything. It was the type of mind he had and a result of his multiple educations. Which begged a certain question.
"How long have you been living as a pilgrim?" Bashir asked. It must've been a long time. His only memories of Fado at court were from when he was quite small. His break from that segment of society had been quite permanent.
"He's been drunk on the road for fourteen years now," Simcha answered for him. "He doesn't have a home anymore that isn't a way station, or maybe my home."
"It's not your home, Uncle Simcha, it's Mom's home." The correction was given with a sigh in her eyes that did not escape to reach the air. "And he'd have Akka's home too, if he wanted it. ...and probably the homes of a lot of other women we've met, come to think of it. It shows that he really doesn't want one."
"I don't need a special place to call home," the fourteen-year pilgrim went on with ease, poetically declaring, "Any home of the One is my home as well."
"But you're not thus pledged to be allowed so openly into any dwelling," Simcha snickered, perhaps thinking of a past faux pas of mistaken hospitality. The way he spoke wasn't his usual way of picking words sparsely, scattered with the friendly spice of slang. It sounded like he was quoting someone, Fado maybe, or Fado's poetry. Then again, it also sounded like scripture.
"It was only that one time," Fado protested, words slipping sideways from his lips as though he didn't like having to admit it. His reluctance only made Simcha and Saselia laugh harder.
"You're as spoiled outside of court as you were in it, Fado," Bashir concluded, "Everywhere you go there are people opening up doors for you."
Day/Theme: Dec. 10, 2009 "a place to fly and a place to land"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Fado, Bashir, Simcha, Saselia
Rating: G
"People swear by the olives of the sun-kissed land of the coast," Fado said, letting his narrow eyes cascade down the cliffs to the sea. Fado seemed to know a little bit of something about everything. It was the type of mind he had and a result of his multiple educations. Which begged a certain question.
"How long have you been living as a pilgrim?" Bashir asked. It must've been a long time. His only memories of Fado at court were from when he was quite small. His break from that segment of society had been quite permanent.
"He's been drunk on the road for fourteen years now," Simcha answered for him. "He doesn't have a home anymore that isn't a way station, or maybe my home."
"It's not your home, Uncle Simcha, it's Mom's home." The correction was given with a sigh in her eyes that did not escape to reach the air. "And he'd have Akka's home too, if he wanted it. ...and probably the homes of a lot of other women we've met, come to think of it. It shows that he really doesn't want one."
"I don't need a special place to call home," the fourteen-year pilgrim went on with ease, poetically declaring, "Any home of the One is my home as well."
"But you're not thus pledged to be allowed so openly into any dwelling," Simcha snickered, perhaps thinking of a past faux pas of mistaken hospitality. The way he spoke wasn't his usual way of picking words sparsely, scattered with the friendly spice of slang. It sounded like he was quoting someone, Fado maybe, or Fado's poetry. Then again, it also sounded like scripture.
"It was only that one time," Fado protested, words slipping sideways from his lips as though he didn't like having to admit it. His reluctance only made Simcha and Saselia laugh harder.
"You're as spoiled outside of court as you were in it, Fado," Bashir concluded, "Everywhere you go there are people opening up doors for you."