> The music between the notes, I cannot find. ( Princeps Julian | Helot Gaila | closed )

[inkhanate]

[It had been almost two weeks since the day Princeps Bashir had emerged victorious in the Rite of Contention over his cousin, Princeps Locken. However, he still seemed no closer to apprehending dissident Kira Nerys than he had been then. His rivalry with Locken continued; extended now into a race to hunt down the freighter Deleterious which had

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[kairomones]

[ once again she was left to herself, though at least this time it was not out of total neglect. she saw him every so often - often enough that no one could question his interest in her but herself. but she took away what she wanted from their encounters: experience in sparring, an amicable meal, a book or two from his shelf. each time she met him with the expectation that this meeting would turn into something more, but it never did. that was unsettling, but not altogether unpleasant. it wasn't as if she were intrinsically motivated to fulfill her duty, not when she seemed to enjoy all the same benefits when she didn't

[inkhanate]

[Bashir stood, a faint flush coming to his olive-skinned cheeks that Gaila had been listening to him while he'd been unaware of it. He was unused to people roaming his arboretum, but he should have anticipated it since it was one of the few places on the Defiance that the Orion helot had been given free access to.

He bowed his head in acknowledgement of her presence.]

Good day. Have I taken over your favourite spot? I can easily find another.

[kairomones]

No, stay if you wish.

[ she bowed customarily in response to his node.

his presence didn't bother her, or at least it was as unintrusive on her consciousness as any human's could be. especially of late, when he seemed to expect nothing from her but decent conversation and fierce effort while sparring. gaila approached, though for some reason felt she still had to keep her steps quiet and light. ]

You may continue to play. I do not mind. Or I will find another place to read, if you prefer I not listen.

[inkhanate]

Your company would not be unwelcome.

[Bashir offered, sitting back down again, his back against the trunk of the Kurrajong. In truth, he was pleased to see Gaila, but at the same time, her proximity tugged on his senses, heightening his awareness of her and her feminine charms. The struggle to keep his thoughts and desires to himself recommenced.

He began to strum again, the same piece, but more softly so as to not intrude upon her reading. At least that was what he assumed Gaila wished to do, judging by the book in her hand.

He was unused to playing for others, making a performance of his efforts, and thus a bout of self-consciousness afflicted his playing. Not that it was terrible, but he was more conscious of any mistakes or hesitations which occurred.

Still, he did not wish for her to know how easily she distracted him and so he played on, no longer quite as relaxed or free as he had been before she had arrived.]