Whispers
Disclaimers: I don't own Voyager, I'm just playing. Love between women and all that good stuff ahead. You've been warned.
This is in response to Sparx's whispers/prose challenge on VJB. She wrote the first part. I own everything from the poem onwards.
Feedback: is welcome at [email protected]
Note: Firstly, many thanks to Jean for betaing. Secondly, it's supposed to be Shakespearean sonnet (although Kahless knows why B'Elanna would be writing Shakespearean sonnets). I really wanted to write the last two lines in Klingon but I didn't know enough Klingon, let alone two Klingon phrases that actually rhyme... so this is it. *grin*
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It was poetry night, and for a change the small room was packed. Though there was always a small group that showed up to listen to the various compositions of their crewmates tonight was different. The usual rumour mill had been in full force all week. No one knew who started it and at the moment, no one cared. All they cared about was the fact that it was true. B'Elanna had written a poem. B'Elanna, one of two people who would be least likely to even have an interest in poetry let alone any desire to write it. Seven sat staring at the stage. She had heard the rumours and had dismissed them as another group fantasy of a bored crew. When she found the plain invitation card at her workstation, she had almost dismissed that as well, until she had realized that the writing had been B'Elanna's. Six words and a signature and here she was waiting like everyone else to see what was next. 'Come to the poetry reading tonight. B'Elanna.' No one wanted to miss this as the woman stood center stage and cleared her throat. Looking steadily at Seven she began, "I call this 'Whispers'."
You don't know what I want to say to you, Or how my hearts beat when your eyes meet mine. Eyes like jewels, like sapphires, so blue, Piercing through the words that I can't find. You don't see the flames burning within me - The searing heat that fills me when you're near. I can't blame you for your failure to see When words I want to say lie slain by fear. You cannot hear what I whisper at night - Truth that is the prisoner of my doubt. I want to hold you close, send my fears aflight, And whisper these words that refuse to come out: I claim you, my love. Let our souls entwine. For you're the one I want, Seven of Nine.B'Elanna felt rather faint as she stepped down from the stage. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this, and she had trouble meeting Seven's unwavering gaze. The tension in the room was palpable - nobody dared to break the silence.
Seven raised an eyebrow. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Her lips twitched into an amused smile.
Relief flooded B'Elanna as the woman before her held out a hand. Was that a twinkle she saw in Seven's eye? "Typical. Just typical." she thought happily, taking Seven's hand as they walked out of the room together.
The End