Awake in Perdition

[Lahmia deWinter]

Location: The Winter's Kiss in orbit of an Undisclosed Planet​

Tag: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]​

It had been a wild night. For one of them, at least. Just a very interesting one for the other.

While The Winter's Kiss took leave orbiting one of countless worlds and no doubt stirring up all sorts of trouble, their Captain had found herself in the company of a woman that felt like sharing a drink. Perhaps all of the drinks. Lahmia, being a gracious and caring person, could not possibly decline such delightful company. So the booze toppled from glasses one after the next. As the poisonous substance replaced blood, inhibitions began to loosen and they spoke of all manner of things personal or public. Truly a wonderful boon for someone that essentially knew nothing of the Galaxy as it was today.

As the evening drew late, however, so too did her companion's ability to lift the glass. Lahmia had gazed into those unfocused eyes and smiled. This one, she decided, would be tonight's prize. No one would accept their Captain coming home empty handed; not without at least one of them trying something foolish like a poorly conceived assassination attempt. Typical day.

Once aboard Lahmia's personal shuttle, the red woman had them taken back up to the battlecruiser parked in orbit. From there she had the limber creature brought to her personal chambers with two massive brutes standing guard to either side of the doorway. It was the safest place on the ship. Not only did it have two strapping lads that could crush a person using one hand, but Lahmia herself. Not to mention it would be shameful if a personal guest fell to harm while aboard her own vessel. And the crew would be all too eager to entertain a new guest. Yes, this was the best place for the drunken stupor to work its way out.

Lahmia had Kelsie Sylvan lay down atop the black sheets in the center of the room. If the poor thing had still been conscious the devilish woman might even whisper a few reassuring words so she could rest easy. With the help of two attendants, they relieved their guest of her gear and any stuffy attire; they'd go so far as slipping her into more appropriate sleepwear if Kelsie had only armor or some other unacceptable-for-bed attire on.

Then at last Lahmia would slip into the bed behind the poor thing. Her arms wrapped about Kelsie to comfort her in slumber, while the red woman herself would find such gentleness to be as torturous to her as it might be peaceful to her guest. Time would pass uninterrupted to the woman incapable of reaching slumber of her own accord.

Kelsie might or might not ever noticed the sign of its occurrence, but while she slumbered her 'savior' would have extracted a bit in payment already. Two fangs had nestled their way into the spot where shoulder and neck met. A sweet amount of essence drawn forth satiated the energy vampire's hunger, and helped pass a fraction of the time. It would have been easy to drain the poor woman dry under the circumstances, but Kelsie had been so adorable -- both below in drunken revelry, and now in slumber. How could she rob herself of meeting such a thing again? There were far less interesting creatures out there whose dry husks could be left in her wake.

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Yeah. Booze. Cute people. Where was she again?

When Kelsie woke up it was awfully quiet. If it weren't for the splitting headache she might've been able to tell from the light hum of the power generator that she was on a ship in space... but instead she was stuck with a splitting headache and no clue whatsoever as to where she was.

First things first. She was lying on a bed, that was not hers. A nice, very soft, very comfortable bed. She was wearing pajamas, that definitely weren't hers, but were still nice, very soft, and very comfortable pajamas. And there was a pair of arms draped lightly around her waist that were most definitely not hers. After all, she had her own arms just above them; splayed on the bed as if grasping for something in her sleep. Oh, and the arms were red. Nope, not hers.

It took a few minutes for Kelsie to accurately regain her bearings -- she could hear her squadmates, instructors, and her past self screaming at her for being like this -- and she slowly rolled out of the grasp of the woman who'd she'd ended up nestled with. Part of her wondered about this all. Any other time she'd probably inferred a wild albeit satisfying night, but her surroundings told her to stay frosty. She eased herself out of the bed and onto her feet, managing not to fall over during the first few steps as she headed to the door in front of her.

She opened it, looked at the two beefcakes outside, then closed it and turned around.

Another door to the side of the room led to the much needed bathroom where Kelsie spent about a half hour bent over the toilet. She cleaned up after herself, washed up, then hopped into the shower. The warm water was a blessing, but... she spotted a tiny bit of red flow into the drain, and suddenly felt a little itch in the back of her neck. Inconvenient, not having her AI to watch her back just then. She'd figure it out in a moment.

It was likely the sound of falling water that brought Kelsie's host out of her slumber...

[member="Lahmia deWinter"]

 

[Lahmia deWinter]

Lahmia had been wide awake the entire time, but feigned slumber so her guest wasn't alarmed. Well, that and the red woman was absolutely beside herself wondering how Kelsie would behave. The little turn at the door to her chamber with the sight of the guards had been absolutely delightful and taken considerable effort not to grin. As it turned out, the young woman hadn't intended to flee quickly as she may. Rather, she took her time in the bathroom. Not that it was as comfortable as it had been back in the oversized bed in Lahmia's arms. Poor thing.

When the sound of running water started, Lahmia knew the red head was in a better mood. At least she was no longer a hair's breadth from projectile vomiting, anyway. A smile spread across her black lips as she sat up among the plump pillows. One fang bit her lower lip in contemplation.

Kelsie hadn't tried to run. Hadn't thrown a fit. She seemed a level headed sort sober. Seemed they might be able to interact even without the alcohol.

Slowly Lahmia slipped from the comfort of the sheets in her own black, silken nightgown. When her feet touch the floor a light shiver ran up her spine and down her tail. One step at a time she sauntered over to the bathroom door.

"Doth thou require any elixirs for thy troubles? I would comfort a beleaguered guest," Lahmia said as she'd taken stretching her right arm up along the door frame. Naturally the bathroom was stocked with whatever Kelsie might desire -- soaps, shampoos, oils, creams. There was also a medical bay and hydroponics on board so she would be hard pressed to be in want of anything. All she need do was ask. After all, an uncomfortable guest hardly paid attention to a well-meaning host.

Tag: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]​

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Kelsie was forcing herself to pay attention to everything. After all, she'd basically been kidnapped by someone she only vaguely knew. Usually when she got kidnapped it was because she'd wanted to get kidnapped. What happened? Maybe it was the drink, but usually she wasn't dumb enough to let her guard down. Or maybe she'd figured that this woman, whoever she was, was worth trusting... there had to be something there, considering she wasn't dead. Or maybe she was dead and this was all some kind of dream. In any case, she spent a few minutes in the shower, washing out the smell of her Corellian Whiskey.

The young woman turned off the tap as she heard the voice from just outside the door. Tired feet brought her to the towel rack, and soon enough the door opened to reveal Kelsie drying her hair. "Did you always talk like that? I can't really remember." Charming, honestly. She chuckled lightly. Kelsie didn't really need anything at the moment, so she simply shook her head to the oddly phrased question.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like my clothes back." And all of the bits and bobs that were tucked away inside. It'd help her get her bearings again.

[member="Lahmia deWinter"]

 

[Lahmia deWinter]

"Verily." Lahmia smiled at Kelsie noting her manner of speech. In truth, fewer than she might expect commented on it. Obviously it was not the same Basic as the masses spoke in modern times, but it had been the only reference Lahmia and her kin had as they returned to the Galaxy. No one was beaming the latest lexicon out into the vast void in the vain hope that some venerable and virtuous creature might set upon it, and be drawn hence.

A soft, throaty chuckle followed the woman's request. Lahmia slowly turned and strode back into the room toward a large chest. With the tip of one finger she hefted the lid. Out from the container rose a platform with Kelsie's attire carefully folded and placed upon the platter. "Fear not," the red woman announced as she stepped off to the side and turned to regard her guest once more, "the cleaning process shall not hast damaged any goods stored within the garments. I elected mine crew should'st refrain from procuring any oddities from thy livings as well under threat of a fate worse than death. For death can be all too swift and sweet a release from an orb full of toil."

"Are thou thirsty? I have recently come into possession of some of thy Galaxy's spirits. Else, our water purification system is beyond what passes for meet of most of thy worlds." Lahmia lifted one hand to absently toss a strand of black hair over her shoulder. "Far too oft doth I taste the 'progress' so many champion of metal worlds, and I never find it to mine liking." As the Winter's Kiss had a hydroponics bay with living plants, water reclamation was not solely whisked through countless industrial filtration systems.

"I find thy presence most content. I hope thou shall tarry a time i' mine presence so we may continue our conversation. Belike with steadier tongue absent too much posset, yes?" The smile easily returned to her dark lips as she awaited response.

Tag: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]​