Those Things In Your Head

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He came up behind her holding a single large bag of chips and a large case of what appeared to be some sort of energy drink. "Wow."

Munin said quietly as he wandered up to her, there was a smile on his face, showing that he wasn't actually too surprised by everything that she had chosen. Spark had a penchant for snacks. He had stuffed the cabinets of their apartment with pretty much everything he could, and by the first two weeks she had managed to eat nearly everything they had.

It wasn't too big of a deal since food deliveries were easy to arrange, but still it was impressive how she managed to stay so tiny.

"Come on." He motioned towards the conveyor. "You're going to eat me out of house and home."

She could more than pay for things herself of course, but the joke still fit.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Blue-eyes gave Mun a mild stare before she trudged up to the conveyer belt of the check-out line. Basket hefted up with a loud grunt. The grocer's brows lofted. "Staying for awhile?"

Pale-cheeks began to warm slightly as her gloved hands began shuffling the snacks out.

"The cold makes me hungry," she replied sheepishly and refused to look at Munin. Well, anyone. The items were quickly bagged, including Munin's two items.

#onlytwo!!!!! #howweretheydating?!!

Arms scooped up one of the bags and she trudged back into the cold.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin paid the man, giving him a quick smile and then following after Spark back out into the cold.

A shiver immediately ran up his spine as a flake of snow touched the back of his neck, the hood having come off earlier as he'd chased Spark. He shook slightly, and then immediately pulled up the hood. He frowned for a moment, and then spotted Spark waiting at the corner. "Alright."

He said with another shiver.

"Let's get to the cabin." The sun was already setting, and he wanted to make sure that everything was at least okay at the small home that they had rented. Munin didn't want to head towards the keep until tomorrow night.

He figured it would be best if nothing happened on the first night they would be here. The goal here was to create the least amount of suspicion as possible. If they were to do that they had to act like the happy vacationing couple, which in a weird way they actually were. This wasn't their regular work, so in theory it was a vacation.

In a way.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The wind blasted her face. Nose scrunched up and she tried smoosh her face further into the zipped up top of her parka. She matched Munin's shiver, clutching to the bag of snacks like a lifeline. Calves burned slightly. At least the walk uphill was warming her. Slightly. And making her out of breath.

"Gabe...would...be so glad to meet you now," she huffed. "Because he always....wants me to do more physical activity....for training." Had she mentioned Gabe? She wasn't sure yet.

Her pace was beginning to slow more than Mun's and she fell slightly behind. He had a longer gait and those machine things.

#robots

It was too risky to cheat and use the force here. She didn't want to be sensed by anyone. Not unless she had to.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Gabe?" Munin said as she slowed down so Spark could catch up with him. He didn't want to leave her behind standing there, mostly because she didn't even know where they were going. The cabin was tucked away between some other buildings, rather isolated and left alone.

He had chosen it on purpose of course.

"Whose that." He asked her with a smile, obviously not jealous or intimidated, just curious.

There was still quite a bit about her life that he still didn't really understand or get a sense of. Much of their lives were hidden from one another, not on purpose, at not lost anymore, but just because of the nature of how they lived. Secrets within secrets tended to stay...secret.

It was how they had always lived.

Opening up was difficult, even with someone you trusted.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Thin-arms shifted the bag of groceries. Arm brushed against Munin's as they walked. With a huff of hot air, she tried to blow away some tangled strands of windswept blonde-hair from her eyes. Unsuccessfully.

#uggh

"He's a friend who lets me stay at the homestead. With his family and a few others. Gave me a safe place to crash when things were a little more dangerous than they are now." She offered a small smile. Just ahead, she saw a small building that could've easily been missed if you weren't looking for it.

Chin tipped toward it. "That us?" She tried to huff more windswept hair away from her face.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin gently grabbed one of the bags from Spark, smiling at her. "I see."

Again there was no hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

He knew that Spark had friends, and he knew that she was more than likely part of some kind of Jedi Order...or something. He wasn't exactly sure how that all worked. He shifted slightly as he took the bag, the groceries being a bit heavier than he'd expected.

"Yeah thats us." With a free hand he fished a small keycard out of his pocket. "Not much I know."

As soon as they reached the door Munin slipped the keycard into the slot, a loud beep allowing the front door to slowly unlock.

The inside of the cabin couldn't be described as fancy or luxurious, the best descriptor for it simply being 'cozy'.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Thanks," she breathed, flicking her hair away. She quickly stepped out of the wind and into the cozy room. There was a small kitchenette open to a quant living room. There was a fireplace with one comfy-couch with a big fluffy, white blanket. Feet stamped in the doorway to get the extra snow off. She stripped her damp jacket off and hung it on the hook and dropped the bag of food on the small counter.

Beanie was peeled off her head as she walked to the switch to the gas fire place.

A warm glow immediately filled the small space. Hands hovered close and she rubbed them together. She wasn't going to complain, though. She was here for Munin.

"This is perfect," she smiled back at him.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He wouldn't exactly have called it perfect, but if it was good enough for her then he was more than happy. He smiled and wandered through the room after stamping his feet on the tiny carpet by the door, depositing the groceries on the counter. "We have a day or so."

Munin said as he peeled off his own coat.

"Wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious." They were strangers here after all. "I think tomorrow we can see what this town has to offer."

Then during the night they would slip into the Keep and see what was still there.

A part of him doubted that they would find anything substantial, but right now it was the only lead they had. The devices in his head had been difficult enough to track without...removing them, and surgery to do so would have been impossibly dangerous. For now this was their only path to finding out just exactly what he was and what had been done to him. He frowned for a moment and then wandered over to Spark, his hand resting on the back of the sofa.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Okay but promise not too early," she smiled and plopped down on the couch, bouncing on the seat once. Munin would know ny now, Spark wasn't a morning person. #duuuuuuuh. It's why she just had him buy caf. A lot of caf.

Datapad slipped free from her pocket. The slicer was still poking around about Rasho the Hutt. Legs crossed on the couch.

With a sudden whir, the nice warm fire place gave a pop. Then another. Then it went out completely. Blue-eyes widened and an unconscious shiver went through her body.

"Chit," she squeaked.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He looked at the fireplace and quickly squatted down next to it. For a second the infochant fiddled with the dial, frowning for a moment before he turned back to Spark.

"Think the gas line isn't hooked up properly." He cast a glance towards the back of the fireplace then back at Spark. "I'll have to fix it tomorrow, get some stuff..."

She probably wouldn't be too eager to hear that, Spark didn't like the cold.

Before she could object however he pulled a small blanket that had been folded up in the corner and put it on the couch. He plopped himself down next to her and began to spread the blanket out over her, half tucking her in so she would be comfortable. "There."

He said with a smile.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Cheeks blushed like they always did when he got close. But, she was used to it now. She was comfortable with him now. She didn't mind. Touch wasn't so foreign, with him, only with him.

However, she'd always be awkward about it.

Slowly, her bony-form snuggled closer into his side. "Did you plan this? Just so you could keep me warm?" She smiled up at him, freckled nose crinkling.

#teasing

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"No." He chuckled. "I'm not that smart."

His arm slowly slipped around her as he tugged her a bit closer.

The cabin would probably get quite a bit colder, meaning they would need more blankets, but for now at least this was more than fine. He smiled down at her for a second, trying to think of everything that they would have to do tomorrow.

There was no telling what they would find in the keep at night, no telling what they might uncover about himself. He was worried, and in truth he felt like he had a right to be. For all he and Spark knew he was some kind of...genetic freak. Mashed together by scientists and cut together with some cybernetic implants. The thought terrified him, and he worried that Spark would reject him if it was the truth. He frowned slightly, deciding not to say such things out loud.

"I think you're starting to like this though." He said as he gave her a light squeeze with his arm.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

If she was feeling more relaxed around him it meant she was beginning to trust him more and also trust the idea of a relationship more. That it might actually work? That it wouldn't be a Coren Starchaser all over again? Munin was so different, though. The only thing she could compare between them was that they were...relationships. Two guys that she dated - one in the past and Mun, currently.

Blonde-haired head rested on his shoulder. Thin-arm wrapped over his chest, elbow knocking him slightly as she did so. #MunhasalotofSparkbruises #relationshiphazards

"Maybe," she finally replied in a quiet voice.

"And you're warm," she added logically with a ghost of a smile.

Arm loosened from across his chest so she could retrieve her small datapad. "So, I was thinking about tomorrow night. The Keep looks abandoned from what we've been seeing but I've found some active security feeds. Which is odd if it's abandoned. I'm not worried about getting past those. I already found their override codes. I'm just wondering...why watch the front door if nobody's home?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He considered the question for a second. The answer was obvious of course. "Either someone's still home."

That thought bothered him more than it should have. The idea that the Keep wasn't abandoned, that whoever had done this to him was still there, just watching and waiting, still doing the same thing to other kids. His frown lasted for more than a few seconds before he continued.

"Or they're making sure no one comes knocking." Either option was a bit unsettling.

Munin could hold his own well enough in a gun fight, meaning he knew to shoot a couple of times and run away, but if they encountered security guards and the like things were bound to get ugly quick. Maybe this thing wasn't worth it. He didn't want Spark getting hurt because of him. Slowly he shook his head.

"We'll see tomorrow." He said quietly. "If it's too much...we can come back later."

Meaning never.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Hmm," eyes squinted at the screen, finger swiping across the screen as she looked at different angles of the keep from different, hacked sources and feeds. Watching, keeping people out, or perhaps keeping someone or something in. Thin lips pressed together, then quickly opened as she unsuccessfully stifled a yawn.

"I can do some crazy things," she spoke quietly. She could take on incredible odds. And so could Munin with those things in his head and his body - as she quickly learned. "But my force signature would be un-cloaked if I did. But I'm not worried."

#lying

She was. A little. She was still on a few active bounty lists. She never trusted that Sage Bane or Darth Carach would fully leave her alone. Or Ashmedai. But she could take care of herself. She needed to help Munin with this, no matter what happened.

"But we'll check it out tomorrow." She shivered again. Tonight was definitely going to be cold. #internalgrumble

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Whatever was inside that keep, it likely wouldn't be pleasant for Munin.

A part of him had always wondered who his parents were, every orphan did after all. Huginn had always told him to drop it, that if his parents didn't want him then he shouldn't want them either. Most of his life he'd simply ignored it, but in truth, it wasn't something you always could ignore. A few times he had thought about tracking things down himself, even before he'd met Spark. Now that they were doing this? He couldn't help but wonder if he even had parents in the first place.

He noticed a Shiver run through Spark.

The sun had long ago set, the night having come with a roaring tide of cold air. He glanced out the window then back at Spark. "We can go to bed if you like."

Munin froze for a second.

"If..." There was only one bed in the cabin, and he'd planned on sleeping on the couch before the fire place went out. He still would if she asked him, but...well. "That's alright with you."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Mind was still on the keep, so when he made his suggestion she didn't think anything if it. At first. "That's a good idea," she mused, sounding a bit detached. Bed would be warmer and she didn't have that second cup of caf so she wasn't as wired as she usually was.

#cafewithdrawals

Wait. Did he just say we? Blue-eyes beneath glass lenses widened slightly. And suddenly, she felt a lot warmer than she just had.

"I mean, yes it's okay," she squeaked. They'd snuggled before, like in that sleeping bag. She trusted Munin. They hadn't snuggled like that since Jakku. Well, except on the couch. And they'd been together almost half a year. Maybe five months?

It also meant he'd see her nerdy long-johns with Captain Universe them.

#dontcare

Slowly, she disentangled herself from his side, putting the datapad on a side table. Blanket wrapped around her form like a cocoon and she began to shuffle toward the single bedroom.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He smiled, following after her without so much as a word.

Munin didn't mind being patient, he had never minded. One of the few things he had always had going for him was his ability to wait. The headmistress as the orphanage had found out quick enough that putting him in the corner or making him sit somewhere as punishment wasn't really an issue for him. He had always used the time to think. The Information Broker would either use the opportunity to scheme and plot or do some sort of problem in his head.

Silly perhaps, but it had helped him learn patience, something that helped here more than anything else.

He trailed after Spark, making sure the gas to the fireplace was off.

When that was done he moved into the bedroom, finding that Spark had somehow managed to change and brush her teeth within a few heartbeats, his girlfriend already being snuggled up beneath the three or four blankets that had been piled on the bed. For a moment Munin simply looked at her, smiling before quickly stripping down to his own pajamas, a simple pair of sweatpants.

A few seconds later he slipped beneath the blankets.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Why're you smiling so much," she yawned as he slipped into bed and beneath the bajillion amounts of blankets. #bajillion #kazillion A small, awkward smile was tugging on her own lips.

She instantly drew toward his warmth.

#snugglebug

Fuzzy-socks on her feet bumped against his legs. On her side, she curled into him, that Captain Universe pj top pressing against his side and chest. Tousled-blonde hair brushed against his bare skin as she shifted. Glasses slipped down her freckled nose.