#baskar

General Hylics oc masterpost, since I've made so many and put off showing them for whatever reason. There they are, most of them anyway: a spaghetti creature, a disgraced dread knight of Yiithorn, a splithead pilot and the most pathetic Wayne out there. I love them all dearly and really need to get all the sketches of them out of my system

Bonus points: their interactions and friendships!

Back home, Zaid much preferred the hot safety of the kitchen, only emerging to chat with VIP tables and the like. Here, he enjoyed designing and preparing communal meals for anyone who wanted it, compromising with the ingredients provided - dried, preserved, tinned, packaged.

Working the Hub was different. Zaid even enjoyed dishing it out, meeting the diners head-on. It reminded Zaid of charity runs he used to do (tried to drag Tej, but Tej said he had his own way of doling out 'charity'; truth was, Zaid never found out what that was) mostly for publicity, but. Deep down somewhere buried under his rotted heart, Zaid actually liked community service.

Which was why this supper-time, he was mulling over what possible 'service' those odd printed tape messages provided, for this community. It seemed everyone got one, about someone else. Zaid had yet to know who got his, and what the 'secret' even was. Tonight's supper was more muted than usual, everyone passing looks back and forth at each other with haunted, hunted wariness. Less people eating communally, too. Loads of leftovers, which Zaid stayed to pack up.

When he spotted Baskar (who usually slipped in at the end, Zaid noticed. Zaid took note of everyone's eating habits, it was his nature) quickly nabbing food from the chafing dishes, it made Zaid reach into his pocket. He read it again:

HERE IS A SECRET: I've started keeping a notebook of some of the things I've overheard on the island. Who am I?

Zaid was no amateur armchair detective. He'd been mulling over this secret all day though, idly eliminating people as he considered them - some too innocent, others not invested enough. And looking at Baskar, one word stood out on the message: overheard.

Could it be, really?

Zaid shifted quickly along the serving tables, so Baskar would eventually come within eyeline of the chef. "I knew you're avoiding me," he said to Baskar, as greeting. "Still pissed I saved you?"

Baskar, my beloved. Featuring their children as well.

It's @bastiankitzler birthday! In honor of a personal favorite ship of mine, I wrote a little Baskar drabble. Enjoy @raddouchebag

FIRST DIVISION - Match 8 of 8