Moddy Post: Ship War
I'm throwing out the rules for the next couple of days, because I've been wanting to do this again for a while as it was so much fun last time. Now that the Pentathlon and most gift exchanges are over, it seemed like a good idea, and I thought it might liven up the quietness of LJ a little bit too.
We're gonna have another Ship WarThe winner will ( Read more... )
We're gonna have another Ship WarThe winner will ( Read more... )
"There you are."
She jumped, not having noticed Zarek by the chalkboard.
He raised his eyebrows at her response and she schooled her lips out of the scowl they had fallen into.
"What are you doing here?"
The corner of his lip twitched, but he didn't comment on her lack of pleasantries. "Dropping off something for you."
Laura reexamined the pile on her desk. Not just cloth, clothes. She picked up the top layer. She almost balled it up and tossed it at him before she realized it was wrap, not a shirt. The bundle underneath it was a skirt.
"I had no idea you were my size. Perhaps I could have given you some of my old suits, what with professional attire being so hard to come by these days."
Zarek crossed over to her, his smile telling her he was amused, not offended. "If I wore those I would be worried people were looking at my legs all the time, and not concentrating on the Quorum meeting. I put a lot of effort into my speeches."
"I remember." She smiled faintly, and began refolding the wrap.
"Founder's Day," he blurted into the silence that followed.
Laura placed the top back on the skirt, looking at him oddly.
"If you didn't already have something festive to wear."
She hadn't really thought about dressing up. A city wide drink and dance party hadn't called for anything that she didn't already own, in her mind.
"Thank you." She stared back at him a moment before finally adding, "Tom."
The crinkles around his eyes deepened as his smile grew.
"But I don't.. I'm sure whoever you end up spending time with at the celebration will enjoy it more."
"I wont be attending the party."
"What?"
"I'm resigned to Colonial One, where I'll be tasked with keeping a group of workers sober in case a fight breaks out. Or a fire."
"Sounds delightful."
"I'm sure it'll prove interesting."
She awkwardly pulled at the bottom of her sweater. Too much time in politics and around parents had robbed her of some of the bluntness she used to employ. She was unsure of how to get rid of the gift without accepting it first.
"I'll be late for a meeting if I don't leave now, have a good day Laura."
He was halfway to an exit before she called out.
"Wait."
Tom looked over his shoulder at her.
"Thank you."
He nodded and left. Laura let her eyes drift back to the gift.
Even if he didn't attend, word would get back to him if she wore it. Laura really hadn't intended to dress up. She ran her hand over the fabric again. It really was such a lovely, rich color.
An odd gift to give if he couldn't see her in it.
Well, she didn't only have to wear it for special occasions.
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Now please write the ficlet where he sees her wearing it - it's just too sad if only Bill gets to enjoy it ;-)
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Him seeing it? Laura was for wearing it on multiple occasions...
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Didn't happen if you didn't write it! :P
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