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[Dec. 14] [Original] The Riddle of Liking
Title: The Riddle of Liking
Day/Theme: Dec. 14, 2009 "speak to me in riddles"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia, Simcha, Fado
Rating: G
"You're not easy to figure out, Bashir. You buy me a hairpin and then you spend all your time handing around Miss Frima. I don't know what you're thinking at all," Saselia kept her cheery gaze leveled across the table at Bashir as she added a ridiculous heaping of dried berries and brown sugar to her oatmeal.
"He's a young man, Saseka," Simcha nudged his niece playfully with his arm, "He's keeping his options open. What's your type of woman, Bashir? Any type?" He laughed raucously at his own remarks while Saselia and Fado flinched simultaneously at his noisy outburst. Neither of them expected this inquiry would go over well with Bashir. (If it did, Saselia didn't think she wanted to hear his answer.)
"I don't ever think about anything like that," Bashir answered. He was relatively calm and coherent, suggesting that this was not the first time he had given this sort of response to an inquiry regarding his romantic proclivities. The subject had come up at court with his stepbrothers from time to time, but only a topic of idle conversation regarding what kind of women his three yet unwed stepbrothers would like to marry. Bashir's thoughts were only addressed as a kind of courtesy. Perhaps some might see it as a positive that he was unlikely to receive a politically-motivated marriage, but in court circles this merely showed how tenuous Bashir's links to the emperors were. Any woman chosen for him by his stepfather would have every reason to complain that she was being undervalued. But if Bashir was not treated a relative of the royal family, his heritage as the son of a rebel would advance to the forefront again and it might appear wisest to Ilekano not to let his line continue.
"You might want to look into a future as a monk, my young stoic," Simcha said. Bashir appreciated that not a lot of humor was injected into his remark. Obviously this wasn't a matter Simcha had much to say about. With a response like that there was nothing to tease about.
Saselia was glad that he responded the way he did. If she were too close to his type she would be embarrassed and that would make their conversations more difficult. She didn't like having such stilted dialogue as they often did, but if it was going to continue, she'd prefer it to be on account of Bashir. "Anyway, you're one to talk about being a monk, Uncle. When was the last time you had a girlfriend?"
"Eh, a couple of years I guess. ...But I think about women all the time! There's a difference!" Simcha protested. There were no riddles to be solved as far as his interests were concerned.
Day/Theme: Dec. 14, 2009 "speak to me in riddles"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia, Simcha, Fado
Rating: G
"You're not easy to figure out, Bashir. You buy me a hairpin and then you spend all your time handing around Miss Frima. I don't know what you're thinking at all," Saselia kept her cheery gaze leveled across the table at Bashir as she added a ridiculous heaping of dried berries and brown sugar to her oatmeal.
"He's a young man, Saseka," Simcha nudged his niece playfully with his arm, "He's keeping his options open. What's your type of woman, Bashir? Any type?" He laughed raucously at his own remarks while Saselia and Fado flinched simultaneously at his noisy outburst. Neither of them expected this inquiry would go over well with Bashir. (If it did, Saselia didn't think she wanted to hear his answer.)
"I don't ever think about anything like that," Bashir answered. He was relatively calm and coherent, suggesting that this was not the first time he had given this sort of response to an inquiry regarding his romantic proclivities. The subject had come up at court with his stepbrothers from time to time, but only a topic of idle conversation regarding what kind of women his three yet unwed stepbrothers would like to marry. Bashir's thoughts were only addressed as a kind of courtesy. Perhaps some might see it as a positive that he was unlikely to receive a politically-motivated marriage, but in court circles this merely showed how tenuous Bashir's links to the emperors were. Any woman chosen for him by his stepfather would have every reason to complain that she was being undervalued. But if Bashir was not treated a relative of the royal family, his heritage as the son of a rebel would advance to the forefront again and it might appear wisest to Ilekano not to let his line continue.
"You might want to look into a future as a monk, my young stoic," Simcha said. Bashir appreciated that not a lot of humor was injected into his remark. Obviously this wasn't a matter Simcha had much to say about. With a response like that there was nothing to tease about.
Saselia was glad that he responded the way he did. If she were too close to his type she would be embarrassed and that would make their conversations more difficult. She didn't like having such stilted dialogue as they often did, but if it was going to continue, she'd prefer it to be on account of Bashir. "Anyway, you're one to talk about being a monk, Uncle. When was the last time you had a girlfriend?"
"Eh, a couple of years I guess. ...But I think about women all the time! There's a difference!" Simcha protested. There were no riddles to be solved as far as his interests were concerned.