#formidablepoe

“I'm no good for you"

“Artus…” Hazrah approached her partner of the last few years. He sat on a sofa in their den, reading a holo-zine. “We need to talk.”

Noticing the tone of her voice, Artus looked up, shutting his holopad off with a sigh. “This is the talk I think it is, isn’t it?”

“Artus…” Hazrah sat beside him on the sofa, taking his hands in hers gently. “I… it’s time we ended this. This relationship… it’s not good for you. I’m no good for you.”

“What do you mean? I’m plenty content. We have a nice home, our coffers are full, business is booming and I have a wife--”

“Who doesn’t love you.” Hazrah finished his sentence, her eyes meeting his earnestly.

“Azra.”

“No.” She raised a hand to stop him from speaking but Artus gently placed his on top and lowered it.

“Is it because of that Hado boy?”

“What? No.” Hazrah shook her head. “Dorion isn’t a boy and this isn’t about him. I don’t even know where in the galaxy he is right now. This is about us.”

“Azra, I think if we just tried a little more, a little longer--”

“I’ll resent you and you’ll still be trying to make things work.” She lets out a long sigh. “I told you from the beginning that I likely wasn’t going to be able to love you.”

“But of you just look in your heart--”

“My heart? I haven’t had one in years. It went out the window when I sold my talents to the Empire. And at any rate, you deserve better than to hopelessly chase after someone who won’t even share the same bedroom as you. Artus… this marriage is at an end. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted or needed. But I’m trying to do the right thing here. Please… try to understand.”

Artus was quiet for a long time, staring down at the space between them. Finally, his shoulders slump and he nods his head.

“Alright. For you. I’ll do this for you. Because all I’ve ever wanted since we were children was for you to be happy. If this will accomplish that, then I’ll do it. You’ll have your papers in the morning.” Without another word, the tall chiss stood and made his way from the room, defeated.

So Nyrene. Nyrene is a former Imperial legionary who served from age 18 up until age 38, which is when Worm Cultists started taking over everything. Rather than staying and becoming something she detests, she honorably retired and has since become a sell-sword.

11 - Post Coital

(Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe )

“Would it be alright if I stay here for the night?” Lace asked gently.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Waycorth chuckled, winding his arms around her.

Lace chuckles in return, hunkering herself down in the bed beside him. She had revealed her face to him--a rather large step for her. But over the course of the night, she figured they had learned enough about each other that it would be mutually assured destruction if they went nuclear. Which she was hoping they didn’t.

Waycorth buried his face in her hair, letting out a contended, albeit sleepy sigh. Lace’s arms rested atop his, fingers tracing gentle circles along the back of his wrists. Her breathing had normalized and the beads of sweat on their bodies had evaporated. 

With her back pressed against his chest, she could feel each breath he took, feel his heart beating in his chest. His breath, warm, rustled her hair and brushed against her neck. Lace was happy. Surprisingly so. And was glad that he intended to keep seeing her. 

“Sullivan?” She asked quietly, turning her head a little.

“Mm?” He picked his head up, eyes droopy with sleep.

“How do you feel about pie with breakfast?”

Waycorth blinked a few times and then sprinkled a series of gentle kisses along  her shoulder. “Sounds like a perfect breakfast, if you ask me.”

“Mmm. Good.” She smiled and returned her head to the pillow, a hand seeking his and twining their fingers together. 

Waycorth placed a few more kisses along the back of her shoulder and neck before pulling her tighter against him, head resting in the opening between her shoulder and neck. 

“Good night, Lacie. Tonight was... perfect.”

16-- With rain outside

Lace carried over two mugs of hot cocoa, settling herself on the couch. She passed one over to Waycorth who was huddled beneath a blanket. He accepted it gratefully, pulling it to himself. With one arm, he flung his blanket out, throwing it over her shoulders and then pulls her towards him gently.

Happily, Lace allows it, scooting herself against his body and relaxing. Normally, they would have turned on some old holodrama and spent their evening watching it, picking it apart, making witty commentary. 

But today--today they sat, snuggled on the couch, watching the rain as it trickled down the window of Way’s apartment. Despite the thickness of the durasteel made to construct the building, they could still hear the pattering of the droplets as they made contact. It was a relaxing sound.

Lace laid her head on Waycorth’s shoulder with a pleased sigh. Instead of allowing it to ruin the moment, she slowly pulled her mask off, tossing it to the side somewhere. She took a sip of her cocoa, watching the patters of the trailing water. 

(Random number generator gave me 2.)

Gentle Touches

Lace sat beside Waycorth on his couch, watching cheesy holo-dramas on the vid screen. She had opted for a mask so that he needn’t be blindfolded the whole time. Hard to watch anything that way, really.

She had been worried that despite how well they got along on comms, they wouldn’t click so well in person. Luckily though, she had worried for naught. 

Waycorth stretched his arm out along the back of the couch and Lace leaned in, resting herself against him gently. The other agent smiled and brought his arm down a little, fingers tenderly caressing the side of her arm. His head came to rest against hers and the fingers of his other hand interlocked with hers. 

Tender affection, light touches... it wasn’t a whole lot just yet. But for now, it was enough. 

X- 3 turn ons

1) A good sense of humor. Especially a dry one/dark humor. 

2) Intelligence. She’s a bit of a Sapiosexual. And by a bit, I mean a lot.

What kind would you like?