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badly_knittedTitle: Annoying Problem
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Varian, Jonathan Willaway.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the series.
Summary: Sometimes it’s the small things that prove the most frustrating.
Written For: The prompt ‘Ornament’ on my
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1character table.Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Most things in the twenty-third century are designed to be eminently practical, from the towering cities, miles high, leaving the ground below free for the growing of food, to the quiet, efficient machinery, to clothing… People don’t bother to adorn themselves with jewellery or cosmetics, or to fill their homes with objects that serve no purpose beyond decoration. Indeed, there’s little reason or need for any form or ornamentation beyond the occasional painting or photograph; the beauty of nature is considered ornament enough, and yet…
There are still small touches of decoration to be found. Nothing too ostentatious, perhaps a fancy belt buckle, or a clasp to a cape that really doesn’t need to be so ornate, but… Well, maybe it’s a touch of vanity in a way, but Varian finds that although they’re exactly the same shade of brown, he prefers this cape to the plainer one, even if there are times when the clasp almost gets the best of him.
It shouldn’t, it really couldn’t be any simpler because in terms of practicality, clothing that’s difficult to unfasten is a nuisance. But despite one side hooking into the other, once again he finds himself wrestling with it, the issue complicated by the fact that he can scarcely see what he’s doing. Which side has the hook on it, and why is it refusing to come unhooked?
Jonathan is watching the battle from the sidelines, as it were, clearly amused. “Problems?”
“No.” Varian feels for the hook, finds it, still can’t persuade it to let go, and he’s getting hotter by the minute. This morning, when they’d set out, it had been chilly, but now they’ve come out of the trees, the sun is beating down. “Yes! It’s stuck!” He looks plaintively at Jonathan.
The others are already well ahead, not having noticed Varian stopping to take the cape off. In a few minutes they’ll be over the top of the hill and out of sight, and then he and Jonathan will have to hurry to catch up.
“Here, let me try.” Jonathan reaches for the clasp and Varian lets him. “Ah, I see the problem. It’s bent. Let me just…” A moment later, the clasp is undone and the cape slides off.
Varian folds it and stuffs it in his bag. “Thank you.”
“After we make camp tonight, I’ll see if I can fix it.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
The End
There are still small touches of decoration to be found. Nothing too ostentatious, perhaps a fancy belt buckle, or a clasp to a cape that really doesn’t need to be so ornate, but… Well, maybe it’s a touch of vanity in a way, but Varian finds that although they’re exactly the same shade of brown, he prefers this cape to the plainer one, even if there are times when the clasp almost gets the best of him.
It shouldn’t, it really couldn’t be any simpler because in terms of practicality, clothing that’s difficult to unfasten is a nuisance. But despite one side hooking into the other, once again he finds himself wrestling with it, the issue complicated by the fact that he can scarcely see what he’s doing. Which side has the hook on it, and why is it refusing to come unhooked?
Jonathan is watching the battle from the sidelines, as it were, clearly amused. “Problems?”
“No.” Varian feels for the hook, finds it, still can’t persuade it to let go, and he’s getting hotter by the minute. This morning, when they’d set out, it had been chilly, but now they’ve come out of the trees, the sun is beating down. “Yes! It’s stuck!” He looks plaintively at Jonathan.
The others are already well ahead, not having noticed Varian stopping to take the cape off. In a few minutes they’ll be over the top of the hill and out of sight, and then he and Jonathan will have to hurry to catch up.
“Here, let me try.” Jonathan reaches for the clasp and Varian lets him. “Ah, I see the problem. It’s bent. Let me just…” A moment later, the clasp is undone and the cape slides off.
Varian folds it and stuffs it in his bag. “Thank you.”
“After we make camp tonight, I’ll see if I can fix it.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
The End
