Private Twists

[Darth Daiara]

"And if she starts up!" She threatened, not even bothering with the actual threat. Yes, of course they would go. He wouldn't make her sit and take something like that. Not after Allyson. He owed her.

Her hand clung to the steel grip that sought to comfort, the blood driven from the grip that squeezed out hidden anxieties. His voice caught when he spoke of Maena. Even she could see that. Her expression grew reserved. It was her turn to watch him.

"It's because you're not worried that I am. Good things never come from you being confident." She tried to pull him back to her, her arms wrapping around him in a an attempt to distract him from the place he didn't want to go. She didn't realize she had started doing that with him, but sure as clock work she was holding him again. She rested her forehead against his, studying him and the way he flinched over that name.


"...So we stay here another night," she offered, her voice growing thick.

 

[Zaavik Perl]

"It's because you're not worried that I am. Good things never come from you being confident."

"Oh, come on," he started, "Cut me some slack." A jest on the border of self-depreciating. Feeling the tug, he let her maneuver and hold onto him. He knew what she was doing, trying to distract him. That didn't stop him from letting her.

"...So we stay here another night."

"One more," he confirmed. "We'll leave in the morning, be there by dinner local time; Lunch for us."

Living in less fear went would go back to living in slightly more fear. Hopeful futures would rest beneath the waves until further notice. Tomorrow it was back to Maena, back to Vesta, back to less savory considerations. One more night away from all that. Hopefully it wouldn't be the last.

His hand rested on her cheek.

"We won't have this same solitude when we go back, you know?" Even when they were alone in that estate, Zaavik never stopped feeling watched. The thought nearly made him shudder. Something this place had given him a much needed reprieve from. "If this is it, we might as well make it count."

 

[Darth Daiara]

So melodramatic.

"It's not it ," she chastised, her lips puckering in an attempt to hide amusement. That estate felt nothing if not empty. Even the servants had a way of melting into the walls. The solitude had been a struggle for her, back when they were separated at Vjun. Now he felt like a raft at sea when she was there.

Vesta had never cared about it before.

... She couldn't say that with confidence anymore.

"So we'll stay in your ship," she countered, heat flushing her cheeks at his intonation. She leaned in and brushed their lips in worldless agreement. "We'll get it air vaced-- reupholstered." Her fingers slid through his hair as she bargained, guiding him over her as she lowered onto her back. Her abs burned at the effort, but she swallowed it all back inside a kiss.

Another distraction?

Never.

"But I mean... if you want this to be it..." Her lips twitched against him as she teased. This was remarkably easier the second time. Her heart lept in her throat as she pulled him in.