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Dec. 27th, 2005 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
syredronningNot really fulfilling the request, but as far as I remember, flashfic is about writing what comes to mind first, and this was the thing that came up...
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Kasidy had never been religious. Even though she'd wished for a priest for their marriage vows, it's been more about tradition and decorum than about deep faiths.
And now she was carrying the son of the Emissionary. The avatar, as some said. The new Jesus, as some others said. The prophesied son, the Bajorans thought. She'd known she had married a religious icon, but she hadn't quite realized how much this would influence her world, now that he'd gone to heaven (there, she'd said it) and left her with a faint promise of return.
Her hands stroked her belly, the round, warm womb. On some days, she wondered if it had been worth it to ignore the prophets' warnings. She would have been a free, single woman then. Now she was tied to a culture that wasn't hers, blocked by Starfleet officials she'd never liked, and entangled with this part of the universe in a way she'd never asked for.
She missed him so.
Her hands folded over the womb, and a part of her knew it was a childish gesture of praying, but it felt right and who was she to stand in the way of her deep-down rooted remains of religious upbringing? She wasn't hurting anyone, was she, if she prayed a little, even though they weren't her Prophets? But they were his, and as such have become a part of her, too. But she didn't know the right words, could neither remember the old prayers nor knew the Bajorans ones, and so she just kept sitting there with folded hands, her thoughts drifting.
She could go to the temple. She could stare at the Orb, trying to find a piece of Ben in it. A connection, a lifeline. Maybe someone would be there and be able to say the words she didn't have. Maybe, yes.
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Kasidy had never been religious. Even though she'd wished for a priest for their marriage vows, it's been more about tradition and decorum than about deep faiths.
And now she was carrying the son of the Emissionary. The avatar, as some said. The new Jesus, as some others said. The prophesied son, the Bajorans thought. She'd known she had married a religious icon, but she hadn't quite realized how much this would influence her world, now that he'd gone to heaven (there, she'd said it) and left her with a faint promise of return.
Her hands stroked her belly, the round, warm womb. On some days, she wondered if it had been worth it to ignore the prophets' warnings. She would have been a free, single woman then. Now she was tied to a culture that wasn't hers, blocked by Starfleet officials she'd never liked, and entangled with this part of the universe in a way she'd never asked for.
She missed him so.
Her hands folded over the womb, and a part of her knew it was a childish gesture of praying, but it felt right and who was she to stand in the way of her deep-down rooted remains of religious upbringing? She wasn't hurting anyone, was she, if she prayed a little, even though they weren't her Prophets? But they were his, and as such have become a part of her, too. But she didn't know the right words, could neither remember the old prayers nor knew the Bajorans ones, and so she just kept sitting there with folded hands, her thoughts drifting.
She could go to the temple. She could stare at the Orb, trying to find a piece of Ben in it. A connection, a lifeline. Maybe someone would be there and be able to say the words she didn't have. Maybe, yes.
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Date: 2005-12-27 06:00 pm (UTC)