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[May 3] [Original] All the Stories We Told
Title: All the Stories We Told
Day/Theme: May 3, 2010 "The book of tales you knew by heart"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Ofika & Bashir
Rating: G
Ofika tossed and turned on her cot. She was not accustomed to sleeping in the way station. She wasn't even used to sleeping away from home and her own bed. "Bashir, tell me a story," she half-asked, half-commanded.
He was a bit tired for this. He could never fathom how she managed to spill over so much energy day after day. Perhaps she saved it all up over the weeks and months she spent quietly in her quarters at the palace, reading and writing and lounging about, obeying her father's commands. Of course, it probably helped that she had been carried most of the way here in her own palanquin. There was no way he could've done the same, but that didn't stop Bashir from wishing. He was wearing out his socks faster than he ever had before. He was wearing out a pair of boots faster than he ever had before. He was wearing out his feet, or at least it felt like it.
"Can't you just think over one of the stories I told you before?" He hoped that he could slide out of the situation easily like this, but he knew Ofika too well to really have much belief in the success of this suggestion. She wouldn't have asked him if that wasn't what she really wanted. She had probably thought over the tales many tales while they were apart. He didn't know if Ofika just wasn't very good at coming up with stories on her own or if she just loved the stories he made up with her so much more that she didn't bother.
"I have thought about them," she sighed, turning toward her cousin. She frowned when she saw he was facing away from her. It was not a good sign. "But it's not the same. I want to hear more, Bashir. I want to know new things for the stories."
He had whole libraries worth of ideas, some admittedly better than others, stored up in his brain. Back home he had a book where he wrote them all down, but now whenever he thought up something new he simply carried it in his mind, twisting it around and toying with it in his mind, hoping that if it were good enough he would manage to remember it until his life had settled down again. It was inconvenient to do much writing on the road and it was embarrassing when Saselia started asking about his ideas.
He sighed. There really was no polite way out of this. "Okay, just a short one then."
Day/Theme: May 3, 2010 "The book of tales you knew by heart"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Ofika & Bashir
Rating: G
Ofika tossed and turned on her cot. She was not accustomed to sleeping in the way station. She wasn't even used to sleeping away from home and her own bed. "Bashir, tell me a story," she half-asked, half-commanded.
He was a bit tired for this. He could never fathom how she managed to spill over so much energy day after day. Perhaps she saved it all up over the weeks and months she spent quietly in her quarters at the palace, reading and writing and lounging about, obeying her father's commands. Of course, it probably helped that she had been carried most of the way here in her own palanquin. There was no way he could've done the same, but that didn't stop Bashir from wishing. He was wearing out his socks faster than he ever had before. He was wearing out a pair of boots faster than he ever had before. He was wearing out his feet, or at least it felt like it.
"Can't you just think over one of the stories I told you before?" He hoped that he could slide out of the situation easily like this, but he knew Ofika too well to really have much belief in the success of this suggestion. She wouldn't have asked him if that wasn't what she really wanted. She had probably thought over the tales many tales while they were apart. He didn't know if Ofika just wasn't very good at coming up with stories on her own or if she just loved the stories he made up with her so much more that she didn't bother.
"I have thought about them," she sighed, turning toward her cousin. She frowned when she saw he was facing away from her. It was not a good sign. "But it's not the same. I want to hear more, Bashir. I want to know new things for the stories."
He had whole libraries worth of ideas, some admittedly better than others, stored up in his brain. Back home he had a book where he wrote them all down, but now whenever he thought up something new he simply carried it in his mind, twisting it around and toying with it in his mind, hoping that if it were good enough he would manage to remember it until his life had settled down again. It was inconvenient to do much writing on the road and it was embarrassing when Saselia started asking about his ideas.
He sighed. There really was no polite way out of this. "Okay, just a short one then."