The curl of Six’s lip. The sway of her hips. The press of their bodies. The back and forth. Give and take. Her head on his shoulder as they caught their breath. This was different. Normally, he’d be dressing, but he didn’t want to move. His hand gently drew back and forth across her back as his eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling. A small smile had found its way onto his lips.
Seven’s eyes snapped open. Panic. He threw himself out of the bed, tucking into a roll and coming up to his feet ready for a fight. He blinked. His bed was empty. Was it a dream? His eyes slipped to the jacket that didn’t belong to him. Not a dream. Seven closed his eyes and checked in with his body. Aside from the new nail marks on his back, he was good. He looked around for his shirt, it was nowhere to be found.
The Cipher pulled on his pants and decided to hunt down his shirt. He made his way downstairs and spotted the glow of Six’s cigarra out the balcony window. He watched her for a moment. Her lithe figure hidden beneath his missing shirt silhouetted against the miasmic neon glow of the Raxus cityscape.
It was picturesque.
Seven stepped on to the balcony while lighting the cigarra pressed between his lips. The wind tousled Six’s hair as he approached. He settled in beside her, “Nice shirt.”
He took a drag and let it out. Karn’s question drifted back into his mind. Jacen found himself considering his loyalty in a new light. A few weeks ago he could have looked the Emperor himself in the eye and confidently said he’d do anything The Empire asked him to do.
Now… He’d call himself a liar.
“I’ve been assigned to an Op on Tatooine, pulling out in the morning. Not sure how long I’ll be gone.”
It felt strange being able to tell someone that. The idea that someone might care whether he lived or died was one he’d given up on having. Even now it felt too good to be true, but he found himself unable to hope. Even if it was just for a couple of hours. It felt nice to believe.
@Sreeya
Seven’s eyes snapped open. Panic. He threw himself out of the bed, tucking into a roll and coming up to his feet ready for a fight. He blinked. His bed was empty. Was it a dream? His eyes slipped to the jacket that didn’t belong to him. Not a dream. Seven closed his eyes and checked in with his body. Aside from the new nail marks on his back, he was good. He looked around for his shirt, it was nowhere to be found.
The Cipher pulled on his pants and decided to hunt down his shirt. He made his way downstairs and spotted the glow of Six’s cigarra out the balcony window. He watched her for a moment. Her lithe figure hidden beneath his missing shirt silhouetted against the miasmic neon glow of the Raxus cityscape.
It was picturesque.
Seven stepped on to the balcony while lighting the cigarra pressed between his lips. The wind tousled Six’s hair as he approached. He settled in beside her, “Nice shirt.”
He took a drag and let it out. Karn’s question drifted back into his mind. Jacen found himself considering his loyalty in a new light. A few weeks ago he could have looked the Emperor himself in the eye and confidently said he’d do anything The Empire asked him to do.
Now… He’d call himself a liar.
“I’ve been assigned to an Op on Tatooine, pulling out in the morning. Not sure how long I’ll be gone.”
It felt strange being able to tell someone that. The idea that someone might care whether he lived or died was one he’d given up on having. Even now it felt too good to be true, but he found himself unable to hope. Even if it was just for a couple of hours. It felt nice to believe.
@Sreeya