Captain of the Mist

Aurum awaited silently, in a chair directly opposed to hers, his breathing almost non existent in terms of noise. Several hours had passed after he had managed to drug Fortune at the bar. It was an uncouth method of discussion, one he was not fond of, but he could not take chances, not in this case.

Finally, the groans of an awakened drunk reached his ears, she was conscious now. He gave her time to come to terms with her predicament, her bound arms, her blurry memory, and her lack of familiar environment.

He lit a match in his left hand, illuminating part of the room and his face for her to see.

“Welcome, Miss… Fortune? no Fortuna I think. Or would you prefer Sarah?”

“Names aside, I’m sure you are wondering why you’re here”

While Fortuna knew that she was bound and in a deep load of shit, she hadn’t really considered why she couldn’t see - though part of her wanted to attribute that to the fact that it must have been a blindfold because what else? 

She didn’t consider that it was just dark.

At the sound of another person in the room, she had to force herself not to startle and to not show weakness. She was already bound and had somehow let her guard down just enough that she was drugged. Fortuna couldn’t make it worse for herself.

Ceasing her struggling, she turned to look at the blurry figure, her eyes not having adjusted and her brain not comprehending the sight before her for a long moment. 

She didn’t recognize this person, though. 

by the time the other captain – quinn could only assume she was a captain, though the captain of what she wasn’t sure – stepped foot inside her cabin, quinn was already settled in her worn leather chair, reclined back with her legs crossed atop the desk’s surface. 

‘sit,’ she said, holding an arm out to point at the chair just across from where she was seated; a toothpick was stuck in the corner of her mouth, wedged into her molars as she chewed away on it. she supposed it was more polite to do than to smoke, especially with someone who was making a business offer. 

she could try, for a little while at least. 

‘now,’ she started, folding her hands behind her neck as she stared at the redhead before her. ‘what does this job entail? i mean– what’s the weight of the baggage. y’know, i’m not gonna get in trouble for this, am i?’ 

quinn, of course, knew she wouldn’t get caught: the chances of that happening were slim to none, but she still wanted to ask, assess the risk involved with something like this, especially if she were going to do it for a woman she met no more than ten minutes ago. 

‘tell me every single detail, or i’m out.’ 

If Fortuna were being honest with herself, she would admit that this was a nuisance and that doing this was annoying, though finding Quinn to be who she had been told was the least of her problems. She wasn’t afraid of the assassin - she could probably do just as much, if not worse. 

She finds herself sitting down across from the other woman, seated with a poised back and her long legs crossing over one another and her hips situated comfortably as though she’d been there many times. 

“You’ll only get in trouble if you’re caught; I wasn’t aware that that was a risk I’d have to take.” The inferred slight was intentional. 

                           — &&;             FIGHT PAIN WITH MORE PAIN

                ind. corsair quinn from league of legends.                     not canon. multiverse. selective. nsfw (18+)

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

Nami had a slightly hurt look in her eyes, but she slowly drew her hand back, “Right… I forgot…” She muttered, laughing just a tad, “I dont know what the Vastyans did on the surface to earn mistrust but I am on no one’s side if I can help it… I… I dont have any way to prove that Im truly trustworthy outside of my word.”