Walking home (for Garak)

May 16, 2010 01:51

The walk back to Bohemia was pleasant, the night air thick with the scent of tropical blossoms and salt water. I was, I felt, at an unusual disadvantage--conversation with Garak was always interesitng, but when I said that he could have been a Persian, it meant he generally engaged in a multi-layered method of conversing in which I was dreadfully ( Read more... )

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simpletailor May 16 2010, 01:33:52 UTC
Garak had enjoyed the walk and the conversation, at least as far as he tended to enjoy anything here, with its ill-defined system of threats and enemies. Bagoas was not a threat, however, especially not in his current state of intoxication. That did seem to be resolving itself, though, which had made the walk much less complicated. Garak could not have carried the other man for any length of time without displaying his species' disparate strength level and he was always careful not to do that.

"You're quite welcome," he replied, smiling easily. "I was glad to ensure your continued health."

Bagoas' conversation and statements had indicated that he was perhaps feeling a bit less than his usual self, even without the intoxication. Garak would of course not mention having noticed it, but it was an interesting detail all the same.

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hiseromenos May 16 2010, 16:20:20 UTC
"And see that I don't tear anything you'll later have to mend?" I offered. I had long since come to see how he disliked showing actual concern for anyone or anything; it was easy enough in play to suggest another excuse. "But I am on my best behavior, as you can see. Would you like to come in?"

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simpletailor May 16 2010, 18:49:17 UTC
"Precisely," he chuckled. "I have worked far too hard on that garment to have it fall victim to a thorny bramble, though there are fortunately not quite as many here as in other climates."

Cardassia had an abundance of plants that were decidedly unpleasant for various reasons. It had been almost disconcerting to suddenly be in a place that was so full of soft flora.

He considered Bagoas' offer briefly. There might be a multitude of reasons for inviting him in, from sheer politeness to a potential threat, and it would likely be wisest to politely decline, since it was far more likely to be a bad idea than a good one.

"I thank you for the offer, but I am sure you do not wish to entertain guests, even one so humble as a simple tailor," he replied with a brief grin, though he was not sure that was true. Bagoas might actually wish for guests if he had truly offered out of something other than politeness. If so, Garak decided he might allow himself to be convinced by a second offer. The risk was small, and he was armed.

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hiseromenos May 16 2010, 19:43:50 UTC
The wording sent a shiver down my spine I would not have expected, for it had been more than a decade since I had ever been required to entertain tailors and I had long since discarded any feeling over it. But at that moment I decided I did not really want to sit in the dark alone.

"Nonsense," I said. "I've dragged you away from the party and don't mean to keep you away from it, of course, but don't say no for my sake. I'll just be lonely."

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