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big_damn_quests2006-08-15 09:36 pm
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Entry tags:
Round 5, Challenge 3, Book
Round 5, Challenge 3, Book
Title: Blue Eyes and Smooth Hands
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stormkpr
Characters: Book
Rating: PG
Challenge: Round 5, Challenge 3: What has come the closest to breaking you?
Word count: 432
What has come the closest to breaking you?
My goodness, child – one could certainly not accuse you of administering a superficial interview! You are sparing nothing in terms of incisive questions. Well, I have answered some of your questions in a straightforward manner and others in a less direct way. Since your question itself is open to much interpretation, I will select a frank answer this time.
There are many ways that one could interpret “breaking” and I could keep you here all day reliving memories that I’d rather remain buried. I was once tempted to break my religious vows. As you know – and much to Jayne’s disbelief – my order requires celibacy. Shortly after joining the brethren I met a woman. Our order did not have much contact with life outside of the abbey, but when one of us became ill, he required medical attention. Neither our traditional doctor nor any of his peers was able to provide useful assistance, and so we hesitantly engaged the services of a traditional healer. Over the course of several months, she slowly and painstakingly restored him to good health. Her religious beliefs were diametrically opposed to mine and she was a married woman, yet we both found ourselves fighting a mutual attraction. We never spoke of it because we didn’t need to; we found ourselves drawn to each other from the moment she entered the abbey and I escorted her to the infirmary. On a given day, I often found myself somehow near the infirmary at the same hour she was scheduled to arrive. I would later ask the Lord to forgive me – He could see through my rationales and excuses even if others could not.
However, I have no clichéd romantic story to share with you. I was tempted, as was she, but in the end we did the right thing and denied ourselves. We never even touched, other than the handshake we exchanged on the rainy day we first met. When my brother was restored to health, the healer and I said our farewells, knowing that we would not see each other again. I was content to retreat to the shelter of the abbey where I remained for many more years, until the Lord sent me on this path and brought me to this ship.
I wanted to include something in here about the kindness in her blue eyes or the strength in her smooth hands or even the loving way about which she spoke of her husband, but I believe I am starting to sound like a lovesick young man and it is best if I end my answer here.
Title: Blue Eyes and Smooth Hands
Author:
stormkprCharacters: Book
Rating: PG
Challenge: Round 5, Challenge 3: What has come the closest to breaking you?
Word count: 432
What has come the closest to breaking you?
My goodness, child – one could certainly not accuse you of administering a superficial interview! You are sparing nothing in terms of incisive questions. Well, I have answered some of your questions in a straightforward manner and others in a less direct way. Since your question itself is open to much interpretation, I will select a frank answer this time.
There are many ways that one could interpret “breaking” and I could keep you here all day reliving memories that I’d rather remain buried. I was once tempted to break my religious vows. As you know – and much to Jayne’s disbelief – my order requires celibacy. Shortly after joining the brethren I met a woman. Our order did not have much contact with life outside of the abbey, but when one of us became ill, he required medical attention. Neither our traditional doctor nor any of his peers was able to provide useful assistance, and so we hesitantly engaged the services of a traditional healer. Over the course of several months, she slowly and painstakingly restored him to good health. Her religious beliefs were diametrically opposed to mine and she was a married woman, yet we both found ourselves fighting a mutual attraction. We never spoke of it because we didn’t need to; we found ourselves drawn to each other from the moment she entered the abbey and I escorted her to the infirmary. On a given day, I often found myself somehow near the infirmary at the same hour she was scheduled to arrive. I would later ask the Lord to forgive me – He could see through my rationales and excuses even if others could not.
However, I have no clichéd romantic story to share with you. I was tempted, as was she, but in the end we did the right thing and denied ourselves. We never even touched, other than the handshake we exchanged on the rainy day we first met. When my brother was restored to health, the healer and I said our farewells, knowing that we would not see each other again. I was content to retreat to the shelter of the abbey where I remained for many more years, until the Lord sent me on this path and brought me to this ship.
I wanted to include something in here about the kindness in her blue eyes or the strength in her smooth hands or even the loving way about which she spoke of her husband, but I believe I am starting to sound like a lovesick young man and it is best if I end my answer here.