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[April 6] [Original] Blind Rumors
Title: Blind Rumors
Day/Theme: April 6, 2010 "Perhaps it's because it's not sad enough"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Teleri, various inquisitors, Bashir
Rating: PG
"What happened to the general?" Mieli asked some of her acquaintances in the order. The inquisitor general's desk, piled chin high with work, as usual, had been empty for the last several days every time she came in. He didn't leave Ricci much if he could help it, so it struck her as unusual.
"I heard he was on his deathbed," an older woman whispered surreptitiously. She couldn't say whether or not it was true, and it was in bad taste to spread rumors.
"But he's so young!" Mieli insisted. He couldn't be more than five years her senior, could he?
"The general's stepped back from the brink," the second-in-command, Teleri Shi'im, stepped unapologetically into their close-pitched conversation, "But, for the time being, he's lost his sight. Which leaves him utterly unable to perform even the simplest of his duties."
Both women were struck very quiet and very still by Teleri's intrusion. Did he take some form of offense to their chatter? How was it that he always knew what was afoot even from conversation to conversation in the warren?
Teleri flexed the fingers of his scarred right hand. "I was just out to see him. They're taking good enough care of him back at the older emperor's court. He's rather worn down by the whole affair, but even he's hanging in there. And you know his personality. So, squelch the rumors if you hear any and carry out your usual tasks with enthusiasm and I'll continue to keep him appraised on things."
It came as no surprise to anyone that both women immediately agreed.
Bashir could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. That was how he knew it was day. The servants were afraid of his illness, so they kept away from his quarters. It frightened him to be blind. Other than the doctor, there were only three who came to him: Teleri, Ofika, and his mother. He wished they wouldn't leave him. Even Teleri. He would never have expected to find himself clinging to his wily subordinate and begging him not to go, but it had happened.
He was afraid and he was lonely, but at least he wasn't sad enough to cry. Still, things could get worse. He clutched the fabric of his bedspread between his finger, feeling the slight grain of the weave. How long would it be before someone came again? His lips were dry. The medicine was wearing thin and his head ached again. He almost wanted to cry, but he held himself back. He had enough of a reputation for being weak. He didn't need to strengthen it any. "Bashir, get a grip," he told himself unsuccessfully.
He placed a cold hand over his useless eyes.
Day/Theme: April 6, 2010 "Perhaps it's because it's not sad enough"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Teleri, various inquisitors, Bashir
Rating: PG
"What happened to the general?" Mieli asked some of her acquaintances in the order. The inquisitor general's desk, piled chin high with work, as usual, had been empty for the last several days every time she came in. He didn't leave Ricci much if he could help it, so it struck her as unusual.
"I heard he was on his deathbed," an older woman whispered surreptitiously. She couldn't say whether or not it was true, and it was in bad taste to spread rumors.
"But he's so young!" Mieli insisted. He couldn't be more than five years her senior, could he?
"The general's stepped back from the brink," the second-in-command, Teleri Shi'im, stepped unapologetically into their close-pitched conversation, "But, for the time being, he's lost his sight. Which leaves him utterly unable to perform even the simplest of his duties."
Both women were struck very quiet and very still by Teleri's intrusion. Did he take some form of offense to their chatter? How was it that he always knew what was afoot even from conversation to conversation in the warren?
Teleri flexed the fingers of his scarred right hand. "I was just out to see him. They're taking good enough care of him back at the older emperor's court. He's rather worn down by the whole affair, but even he's hanging in there. And you know his personality. So, squelch the rumors if you hear any and carry out your usual tasks with enthusiasm and I'll continue to keep him appraised on things."
It came as no surprise to anyone that both women immediately agreed.
Bashir could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. That was how he knew it was day. The servants were afraid of his illness, so they kept away from his quarters. It frightened him to be blind. Other than the doctor, there were only three who came to him: Teleri, Ofika, and his mother. He wished they wouldn't leave him. Even Teleri. He would never have expected to find himself clinging to his wily subordinate and begging him not to go, but it had happened.
He was afraid and he was lonely, but at least he wasn't sad enough to cry. Still, things could get worse. He clutched the fabric of his bedspread between his finger, feeling the slight grain of the weave. How long would it be before someone came again? His lips were dry. The medicine was wearing thin and his head ached again. He almost wanted to cry, but he held himself back. He had enough of a reputation for being weak. He didn't need to strengthen it any. "Bashir, get a grip," he told himself unsuccessfully.
He placed a cold hand over his useless eyes.