Post by journeycat on May 13, 2010 14:59:12 GMT 10
Title: Permanence
Rating: PG
Prompt: #1 Feelings and Emotions
Category: 250 words
Word Count: 249
Summary: Now, no matter what the future brings, she will always be a part of him.
Author’s Note: Habibati is a rough Anglicized spelling for the Arabic translation of “my darling” or "my love."
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“Why are you still up, habibati?”
Keladry rubbed her tired eyes and somehow managed to work up the energy to smile at the familiar voice. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and casual but for his solemn eyes that pierced her like a griffin-fletched arrow.
“You’re back,” she said quietly. “I was worried the floods would keep you stranded.”
“Silly,” Qasim chided, “you know I wouldn’t miss your birthday.”
She watched from behind her desk as he slipped into her room, his dark skin melding neatly with the shadows. He carried his personal bags with him, although he dropped them unceremoniously on the floor.
“I have a present for you.”
She frowned. “I told you I didn’t want anything.”
He grinned as she eyed his belongings, curious in spite of herself. “It’s not in there.”
He began to roll his sleeve up, and Kel caught sight of something on his arm, like ink. He had quite a few of what he called tattoos scrawled all over his hard body, and she had traced them with her lips enough to almost memorize them.
“Guess what it is.”
“You know I don’t know.”
“It’s your name.”
She blinked. “What?”
“It’s your name. See, this character represents the K, and this line is the eh sound, and this hook is an L.”
“That’s...my name?”
Qasim’s expression was tender as he cupped her cheek. “I wanted it on my heart,” he murmured, “but I realized you were already there.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: #1 Feelings and Emotions
Category: 250 words
Word Count: 249
Summary: Now, no matter what the future brings, she will always be a part of him.
Author’s Note: Habibati is a rough Anglicized spelling for the Arabic translation of “my darling” or "my love."
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“Why are you still up, habibati?”
Keladry rubbed her tired eyes and somehow managed to work up the energy to smile at the familiar voice. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and casual but for his solemn eyes that pierced her like a griffin-fletched arrow.
“You’re back,” she said quietly. “I was worried the floods would keep you stranded.”
“Silly,” Qasim chided, “you know I wouldn’t miss your birthday.”
She watched from behind her desk as he slipped into her room, his dark skin melding neatly with the shadows. He carried his personal bags with him, although he dropped them unceremoniously on the floor.
“I have a present for you.”
She frowned. “I told you I didn’t want anything.”
He grinned as she eyed his belongings, curious in spite of herself. “It’s not in there.”
He began to roll his sleeve up, and Kel caught sight of something on his arm, like ink. He had quite a few of what he called tattoos scrawled all over his hard body, and she had traced them with her lips enough to almost memorize them.
“Guess what it is.”
“You know I don’t know.”
“It’s your name.”
She blinked. “What?”
“It’s your name. See, this character represents the K, and this line is the eh sound, and this hook is an L.”
“That’s...my name?”
Qasim’s expression was tender as he cupped her cheek. “I wanted it on my heart,” he murmured, “but I realized you were already there.”
I decided to throw a random pairing out there, and I always thought Qasim is a very lovely character. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!