word 110 challenge response
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chanter1944Written since I just joined a community yay!
Written for the 15minuteficlets challenge I just saw, here we go! since I'm in a Dax sort of mood... when am I not? :)
Befitting A Changeling
Author: Chanter
Fandom: DS9
Pairings: one-sided Odo/Kira
Rating: G I think?
Summary: Behold the power of spring wine and revelations.
Disclaimor: 'Tisn't mine, this universe isn't. *sniff* darn it, I wish it were.
What had she said?
What *had* she said?
Zav... Zaff... Well, z-something anyway. Beyond the first of the syllables, there was absolutely nothing familiar about it. Terran, obviously, and unusual to boot if seven lifetimes of linguistic intricacies and individual encounters with difficult translations couldn’t uncover a meaning. *What* had she said?
“Zaftig,” Kira repeated, enunciating as clearly as she was able considering the nearly-empty glass balanced on the table before her, spring wine not an inch from slender fingers--not her first, by any stretch of the imagination.
Za... zaff... blast that spring wine. The unique human word was as unclear to Jadzia the second time as it had been the first, and never mind that her own glass *was* empty, drained somewhere between a soundless repetition of that troublesome z-f-g sequence and a mental search of current and previous memories for anything common in Trill. Ugh.
“Jake said it th’other day. D’you think,” Kira was speaking again, slurring faintly and allowing a startlingly visible nod to Quark as he materialized the better to refill the major’s glass, “that it fits a changeling? I *suppose* it could, since he could change into anything he wanted to and shapely isn’t exactly a problem for him...”
Written for the 15minuteficlets challenge I just saw, here we go! since I'm in a Dax sort of mood... when am I not? :)
Befitting A Changeling
Author: Chanter
Fandom: DS9
Pairings: one-sided Odo/Kira
Rating: G I think?
Summary: Behold the power of spring wine and revelations.
Disclaimor: 'Tisn't mine, this universe isn't. *sniff* darn it, I wish it were.
What had she said?
What *had* she said?
Zav... Zaff... Well, z-something anyway. Beyond the first of the syllables, there was absolutely nothing familiar about it. Terran, obviously, and unusual to boot if seven lifetimes of linguistic intricacies and individual encounters with difficult translations couldn’t uncover a meaning. *What* had she said?
“Zaftig,” Kira repeated, enunciating as clearly as she was able considering the nearly-empty glass balanced on the table before her, spring wine not an inch from slender fingers--not her first, by any stretch of the imagination.
Za... zaff... blast that spring wine. The unique human word was as unclear to Jadzia the second time as it had been the first, and never mind that her own glass *was* empty, drained somewhere between a soundless repetition of that troublesome z-f-g sequence and a mental search of current and previous memories for anything common in Trill. Ugh.
“Jake said it th’other day. D’you think,” Kira was speaking again, slurring faintly and allowing a startlingly visible nod to Quark as he materialized the better to refill the major’s glass, “that it fits a changeling? I *suppose* it could, since he could change into anything he wanted to and shapely isn’t exactly a problem for him...”
