My girlllll I think this is the first ask for her so yay!
4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?
This is difficult because she'd probably still be in Baldur's Gate with her father, but for the purposes of the game, I'll say the Underdark, trying to help the Gnomes escape from the clutches of the Absolute. She would definitely make it her mission to save them and protect them.
15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike?
Alyril'fryn is accepting of a lot of people, she knows how difficult life can be and the things you might end up doing if you feel you have no other choice. In particular, she did enjoy speaking with Dammon. She has a soft spot for Arabella and Mol. Barcus Wroot, of course, has become a dear friend. Withers has grown on her over the course of the game. She says this with gritted teeth, but Raphael, mostly for the entertainment.
Dislike, I'd say she wasn't a fan of Nere, Minthara (for personal reasons), Mizora, Kagha, and Anders come to mind.
2. What is your character's alignment?
Neutral Good. She tries to keep an open perspective on the things going on around her, like with Ketheric and his issues. But sometimes, she can't help but feeling seething angry at the atrocities she sees.
18: What would your Tav be doing if they weren't kidnapped on the Nautiloid?
Probably taking care of her father, like she'd been doing before. She was in the middle of an assassination contract when she was nabbed, and she really wants to get home to Baldur's Gate to make sure he's still ok.
27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?
Aly was taking contracts to assassinate some of the most heinous people in BG. All to help her father with coin but also, why not take out some shitty people in the meantime?
28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?
She is the de facto leader, definitely, although she likes guidance at times from Lae'zel, Wyll, and Gale.
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13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?
She doesn't enjoy it particularly. She likes to help people, not hurt them. But unfortunately, she usually doesn't have much choice in the matter. It's a common issue, too, with her being a tiefling. Many people automatically are on edge around her, but she can calm a crowd most days.
15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike?
The tieflings, of course, in particular she's fond of Alfira, Rolan, Cal, and Lia. And the children: Mol, Matthis, Arabella, etc. Zevlor reminds her of her father a lot though he's been dead for years. She has a familial attachment to him, Dammon as well. They get on well enough and she enjoys learning about blacksmithing from him.
Juniper doesn't let dislike of someone affect how she treats them, but she really doesn't like Kagha. She's also not a fan of those who condone slavery or forced labor. Nere really got under her skin.
21: What is your Tav's favorite spell?
Mage Hand, Cure Wounds, Speak with Animals. If she'd grown up differently, there was a chance she'd be a Druid healer.
27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?
She was a wanderer, sometimes with a troupe, sometimes on her own. She was in Baldur's Gate when she got snatched, looking for work to keep her afloat. Her mother passed when she was young, killed when they escaped Avernus. Her father raised her on his own until he too was killed, but by slavers when they tried to take him and Juniper. Juniper managed to escape, but was left along for a lot of her young life.
6: What companion are you platonically close with?
Hmmm, not entirely sure yet where she will land with the companions, but I feel like Halsin would meet her with a good energy and a general love of life. I also see her and Gale bonding over love of magic and books.
12: What is their orientation?
Juniper is inexperienced at romance, although she does write a good ballad about one. I want to say romantically, she wouldn't be particular about gender of who she likes, all are welcome, but sexually, I feel like she leans more towards men.
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“You’ve given me so many reasons to walk away.” “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.” “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s because I love you.”
Here it is! Some Dash/Leo love confessions fic! FINALLY. These idiots are going to tell each other how they feel and get to be happy for once. For @tiredassmage with a small cameo by @jbnonsensework's Consular, Elami Rimal.
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Music: “Light” by Sleeping at Last
Cantinas.
He was spending too much time in them and he hated being around the types of people that frequented them. The drinks on Tatooine were so much worse than they’d been on Nar Shaddaa, but thankfully, he didn’t need as many to drown out the noise. With a shaking hand that was getting harder to ignore, Dash let the lukewarm alcohol that passed for whiskey roll across his tongue, trying to find something to savor before he drank it down.
There was little to savor in this sandy town located on an entire planet of sand.
The stool beside him scraped against the dirty floor, suddenly occupied by a small mirialan that he didn’t want to see for the next five years if he could help it. He was so tired of the Jedi and their platitudes. He was tired of fighting… everyone.
He briefly considered the sarlacc pit and wondered how painful of a death it was before pushing the thought away.
Elami sighed, brushing a stray red lock behind her ear now that her hair was no longer hidden beneath a veil. She didn’t look at him, eyes focused on her hands as she placed them on the bartop. Even in the dimness of the cantina, Dash could see the sweat pooling at her brow. “Arjun told me about Leo… and Begeren.”
Silence. He didn’t know how to respond to that. No one should have to bear the weight of such knowledge. It’s one thing to hear rumors of the things that the Empire was capable of, but to see them, to hear the truth of them spoken by someone with firsthand knowledge… that was a wound that would never heal.
And of course Arjun would’ve mentioned it. Dash’s friendship with Leo was clearly becoming a problem for the Jedi on their mission.
“I haven’t told Alaria-”
“But you will.”
It wasn’t a question because he knew she would. Sisters told everything to each other. He knew that… he had three at home.
“She deserves to know the truth.” Elami was quiet, reserved, but her tone said there would be no argument.
With a sigh, Dash ran his hands through his hair, cringing as all he came back with was sweat on his palms. “You’re right, Elami. Of course you’re right. I’ve held this secret for so long, sometimes I forget that other people want to help… That people are capable of good.”
“So why are you drinking yourself to death?” She reached forward to grab his cup, lifting it to smell the contents. With a disgusted look, she handed it back to him. “How can you drink that stuff?”
“Because it’s the strongest crap they have.” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pulsing behind his eyes. “And I have things I want to forget.”
Elami wiped some of the sweat from her face with a sleeve, eyes finally glancing his way. “Tell him how you feel, Dash.”
Dash laughed, no humor in it. “And possibly lose my best friend forever?”
“What you’re doing now isn’t helping things.” She raised an eyebrow at him as if she expected an argument. He wasn’t that stupid. “Leo’s more of a mess than I’ve ever seen him. He’s even pestering Alaria for a distraction from whatever happened between the two of you.”
“At least he’s safe. He’s probably better off without me, anyway.” He buried his face in his hands, feeling his heart crack open again at the thought of never seeing, speaking, to Leo again.
Elami covered his hand with one of her own, pulling it away from his face and squeezing in a gentle, familiar way. “Dash, I wasn’t there on Begeren, I didn’t experience the trauma the two of you did. But what I see are two men who relied on each other during a difficult time and out of that, formed a bond that neither wants to break.”
“I owe Leo. He saved my life even when he didn’t have any reason to. He could’ve used me as a distraction and left, saved himself. But he didn’t and I-”
When he didn’t finish his sentence, Elami sighed, the exhaustion on her face making her look older than her 21 years. “If all your relationship is “I owe him” then you would’ve split the moment you landed on Coruscant. You would’ve been rid of the trouble of having an Imperial as a friend. But you didn’t and that says a lot more about you than you think.”
“It says I’m an idiot.”
“It says that you care, Dash. More than you think you do. More than you want to, it seems.”
It took a moment for the words to hit him. Then he side eyed the Jedi beside him, a smile curling his lips. “You’re craftier than you seem, Elami. No wonder Arjun likes you so much.”
He swore her skin darkened slightly. Blushing, perhaps? Bumping his shoulder to hers, he nearly knocked her off of her stool.
Gripping the counter, Elami shot him an exasperated look. “You’re not funny.”
“On that, we can agree, sister.” Feeling lighter than he had in weeks, Dash lifted his drink only to be reminded at how awful it tasted the moment it touched his tongue. He swallowed on impulse, resisting the urge to gag. Setting the cup down, he brushed a hand down his face, trying to gather his thoughts. “I should find Leo. Apologize.”
“Mhmm.” She muttered, sliding off the stool and pulling the hood of her shawl over her head. “Apologize. Sure. Just… try not to muck it up this time.”
She was gone before he could get another word in.
~~~~
It didn’t take long to find Leo sitting in the cantina apartments where he, Alaria, and Elami had taken up residence during their stay on Tatooine. The rest of their crews had opted to stay on the ship, out of the way, and Dash… well, he’d been hiding on his own ship to avoid running into Leo and the two Jedi.
That clearly hadn’t worked out.
Now he was standing outside of Leo’s room, terrified to enter because that would mean he’d have to actually follow up. Dash didn’t know what he wanted, but he did know that Leo didn’t deserve to suffer. Their friendship was becoming more weight that either of them seemed comfortable carrying anymore.
He hated how it took him a few more minutes before he got the courage to knock, holding his breath, lungs protesting the lack of oxygen until the door opened. He released the air through his nose, trying to calm his heart as it hammered nervously in his chest.
When did the thought of seeing Leo become so difficult to bear?
“Dash.”
Leo was standing directly in front of the door, wearing nothing but a pair of slacks, hair hanging loose around his face, the sheen of sweat on his skin. He was flushed on his neck and chest, the excessive temperatures on Tatooine making it difficult to not overheat even after the twin suns went below the horizon.
Dash’s mouth wouldn’t form words, his eyes roaming over Leo’s half-naked form. Scars covered him, some long healed, some newer. A nasty cut criss crossed over his torso and it took everything Dash had not to fuss over it. His eyes darted back up to his friend’s gaze. “Uh, hey.”
Leo crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly self-conscious, but not nearly enough to back away… to let Dash into the room. “What are you doing here, Dash? I thought you were busy with your revenge quest.”
“It’s not-” He paused because Leo was right. It was a revenge quest. At least, it had started out that way. But now… he wasn’t so sure anymore. “I tried to help Fuse-”
“Elara told me what happened. The bomb plans were important, I get that. Because the Empire will do worse than the things they did here if they got a hold of them. I know that for a fact. But that’s not why I’m angry with you, Dash.”
“I know.”
“You know?” He repeated, voice taking on an edge of hysteria. “I try not to be a burden on you, I know that I’m not the best person for you to be seen with-”
“Leo-”
The smuggler turned away, moving farther into the room. Dash followed without invitation, unwilling to let him push these issues away. Leo was agitated, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. A few steps into the room and the door hissed closed with ominous finality. “And you’ve always been good to me. I shoulda walked away a long time ago, probably when we landed on Coruscant for the first time, but I was alone and afraid. I didn’t know what I was gettin’ myself into. But now… Each day, you give me more reasons to walk away for good.”
Leo’s words were like a vibroknife to the gut. Dash tried to keep the heat from his words, but had a difficult time reigning it in. “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.”
His intentions had been to come to this room, to give Leo the out that he so desperately wanted, but the very thought of living a life without him… it cut so deep that Dash doubted he’d ever recover.
Leo spun on him, the rage on his face making Dash step back. Never had he seen Leo so angry. “You still don’t get it, do you? Are you that stupid?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called stupid in my entire life.”
Leo sighed, wearily rubbing the area beneath his cybernetics. “That’s a lie. I’ve talked to Elara Dorne. She uses the word a lot in reference to you.”
“Ouch.”
“And we travel with two Jedi, Dash. I can guarantee they’ve talked about how stupid we both are. At least to each other.” Another sigh, this time followed by a pointed look. “You’re distractin’ me from what I was tryin’ to say.”
“Leo, I came here to apologize and I’ve already messed that up. You have every right to do what you want, with who you want, and I’ve been making it weird for a while now. I’m sorry.” Leo scrunched his nose in confusion, and it made Dash feel like more of a fool that he even brought it up in the first place. “Nar Shaddaa?”
Leo’s confusion slowly morphed into horror, blush spreading across his cheeks, neck, chest. “Oh, so I didn’t dream him up. I was sure I was trashed and imagined all of… that.”
“No, you didn’t.” Dash scratched his chin, the beard that started to grow in itching like mad. His eyes trailed to Leo’s chest again of their own accord, the image burning into his brain. “The only thing I want to say about any of it is be careful. Not everyone is who they say they are.”
Leo shielded his eyes with a hand and Dash immediately missed the piercing blue oceans that were so unlike any other blue he’d seen before. Another thing that would haunt him years after their friendship ended. “It was a mistake. But, nothing happened, even if I wanted it to.”
“I don’t understand.”
“No matter how pretty a stranger is, or how sweet their words are, or how much alcohol I drink… no matter how tempted I might be to forget everything for one night, I can’t.” Leo’s voice dropped so low that Dash nearly missed the next part of his sentence. “Because it’s not you.”
Dash was positive that his heart was going to stop.
“Leo, what are you saying?”
He had to know for certain. If he was wrong, he would ruin the fragile friendship they already had. But hope burned in his chest, nearly suffocating him because he’d never wanted anything more than the man standing in front of him.
The room was stifling, not just from the desert heat, but from the tension between them. Dash took a small step closer, hand held out slightly, palm up in a gesture of truce. Letting Leo make the next move. Leo didn’t attempt to leave, even if he did look like he was going to be sick on the floor.
“I met with Liv… after what happened.” He briefly glanced in Dash’s direction, a frown pulling at his mouth. “I know. It was a stupid risk. But she’s my sister.”
Dash didn’t respond, knowing that Leo needed a minute to gather his thoughts.
When he finally spoke again, he glanced down at his hands, studying them as if they were foreign to him. “Do you know what she said?”
“You’re an idiot?”
“The words she chose were slightly more colorful. But the meaning was still the same. She wanted me to stop being so afraid of inconveniencing you.” Leo let out a sharp laugh, tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants. “As if you’re capable of being inconvenienced. I know better now. It still doesn’t change the reality of who we are. You: a Republic hero who leads one of the best SpecOps forces in the galaxy. Me: an Imperial defector who can barely keep his shit together, living on borrowed time before my past finally catches up.”
Dash moved closer, another step, two before he paused. “You sell yourself short, Leo. You’ve done some good for the people on Coruscant, whether you believe that or not.”
“It’s your influence.” Leo noticed him at that moment, glancing at his feet as if he could sense how much Dash wanted to move again.
“You think too highly of me.”
“Impossible. You save people, Dash. And you give them a chance that wouldn’t get one otherwise. Give yourself the credit you deserve.”
This time Dash was the one to glance away, moved by his friend’s words, but also feeling undeserving of them. “Leo-”
“Why is it so hard for you to take the compliment?” Leo brushed a hand through his hair, his frustration obvious when Dash finally met his gaze again. “You always do this! Everything about you is so frustrating. You always say how awful you are but no matter how much I try to see what you see: the flaws, the cruelty, the selfishness, I can’t.” Leo took a step forward, closer to where Dash waited and he could see the tremor in his hands. “And do you know why? It’s because I love you!”
They stared at each other in the following silence, breath heavy, the air thick with the Tatooine heat, anger nearly crackling in the space between them. Leo’s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, blue eyes flashing dangerously.
And all Dash could think was that Leo Ashold was the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on.
The words echoed in his ears: love. Leo loved him and goddammit he wasn’t going to let this moment pass by. Dash didn’t live a life with regrets. He wasn’t going to start now.
The words spilled easily from his lips because he was finished holding them back.
“I love you too.”
Eyes widening, Leo’s breath caught in his chest, his face flushing crimson as the words spun around in his head. “What? You-”
Dash moved even closer, leaving barely any space between them now. With as much seriousness as he could muster, he met Leo’s terrified gaze. “I love you. As my best friend, yeah, but it’s so much more than that. It has been for a long time.”
“Why? Why me? I’m a-”
Dash cupped Leo’s jaw with a gentle hand, brushing a thumb over his lips, immediately halting any more words from tumbling out. “You are the best man I’ve ever met. So stop making it weird, Leo.”
He let out a soft laugh, eyes closing, body relaxing as Dash snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Despite the sweat clinging to his body, Leo smelled freshly of soap, his hair slightly damp as it hung around his shoulders. Dash leaned in slightly and it didn’t take any coaxing for Leo to meet him.
Dash expected the kiss to be soft, hesitant, but it was the opposite. Leo clung to him as if his life depended on it, peppering kisses along his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, unable to stay in one place too long. When he finally returned to Dash’s mouth, his tongue slipped between his lips and he practically melted against him, hands clutching the loose shirt he wore.
When they finally managed to part for air, Dash stared at the flush on Leo’s cheeks, the sparkle in his dazzling eyes, the goofy smile on his face. He reached out to tuck a lock of damp hair behind Leo’s ear, fingers lingering there, brushing the smooth skin before resting on the back of his neck.
This was a moment he was going to remember for the rest of his life.
Leo glanced up, smile widening as he took in the expression aimed at him. One that Dash was positive held all of the feelings he’d kept locked away for the last year, the devotion he felt so deep anytime he thought of the man in his arms. With a sigh, Leo trailed a finger over Dash’s new beard, inspecting it as a doctor would a wound, or an archaeologist would an artifact.
“This is different. I like it.” He rubbed his cheek against the rough bristles of hair, smirking up at Dash when he heard the sharp intake of breath. “What prompted you to grow it out?”
“Laziness.” Dash admitted, taking the chance to press another kiss to Leo’s lips. “But it’s too karking hot on this planet for a beard.”
“I like how you look either way.” Leo murmured, kissing him again. God, he would never tire of being able to kiss this man. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“You. You make me happy.”
It sounded stupid to his own ears, but it had the intended effect on Leo. His legs shook and he wobbled slightly, pressing into Dash’s chest to keep from falling. Dash tightened his grip around Leo’s waist, keeping him flush against him.
“Are we going to have to meet Liv somewhere so she knows you didn’t scare me off?” Dash teased, lips brushing along Leo’s neck, savoring the shiver it sent through his body. Leo’s hands brushed against his back, his hips. Testing the boundaries, so to speak.
“She, ah, she said she’d fly to Coruscant and kick my ass if I didn’t tell you how I felt. Republic be damned.”
Dash pressed his forehead against Leo’s, voice barely a whisper when he finally responded. “I wouldn’t have let her.”
“Kick my ass?”
“No, she can do that. You probably deserve it.” He told him, aiming a playful grin at Leo which only got him an eye roll in return. “I meant endangering herself. Intelligence Agent or not, it’s still the heart of the Republic.”
“You’re becoming awfully protective of Imperial defectors.”
“It’s really becoming a problem.” Dash ducked his head, pressing kisses along the pulse in Leo’s neck. “I blame you.”
“Hey, I’ll take the blame for everything if you keep doing that.”
Dash could feel Leo’s heartbeat against his lips, steady, sure, solid. He would give his life to make sure it stayed that way.
warming their hands by slipping them up the other’s shirt and onto their back/stomach for Despina and Theron because she would
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The rain had been a full downpour twenty minutes ago, but it was now it’d finally slowed to a drizzle. Despina Sloane felt like a complete idiot trekking through the jungle wearing only a bikini top and shorts, feet in nothing but sandals that were not meant for this terrain. Her feet sunk in the thick mud, each step more tortuous than the previous and her strength was failing. Soon, she would be as useless as the stick she broke beneath her foot.
The man beside her was having as much trouble as she was. His usual perfectly styled hair was plastered to his forehead, his hand shielding his face from the raindrops.
“This is too much like basic than an actual vacation, Shan. I want a refund.”
She could barely hear his chuckle over the whipping of the wind. The freeness with which he laughed with her made her grin like an idiot. Despite her complaints, it didn’t matter where in the galaxy Theron led her, as long as they were together. She wouldn’t give any of it up, even if it meant they weren’t on a beach with cocktails in their hands.
She wasn’t being completely fair, Rishi was beautiful. But the entire spot was a jungle meeting a mountain meeting an ocean. If she wasn't stomping through a thick underbrush, she was splashing through shallow pools of water or scraping her knees on rocks.
“Are you complaining?” Theron glanced at her over his shoulder, a grin pulling at his lips. “You can’t be, especially since you’re always telling me that I’m the one who complains.”
Despina slanted her eyes in his direction. “It’s because you do.”
“I’ll be sure to let the travel agent know.” He lifted the tracking device he’d been holding the entire trek through the thick jungle, trying to find a signal in the storm. “We deserve a break after that war we fought.”
“A war where I didn’t have to get mud all over my new sandals.” She muttered, watching as he paused in his attempts at a signal to send her an unimpressed look.
“No, it was droid guts all over that shiny new armor Lana ordered for you.” Theron ran a hand through his hair before shaking the water off. “I’m still hearing about it.”
“First off, droids don’t have guts.” She reminded him, not bothering to go into the details when he should know all of this already. Instead, she changed tactics. “Second of all, I’m mad at you.”
“Oh, here we go.”
Despina didn’t have to see his face to know he rolled his eyes.
“No, no. You’re the one to blame for all of this.”
“Oh am I?”
“Yes, because if it isn’t pirates or droids, it’s Sith and I’m so sick of Sith. And you got me involved with this Alliance crap. Using those pretty eyes and kisses to seduce me into serving the greater good."
“So you weren’t already the leader of one of the most elite special forces squads in the Republic?” Theron laughed again, taking her hand, his warm skin a comfort she craved no matter how long they were together. “Come on, there is a clearing up ahead. Maybe we can get a signal.”
She bit back a sarcastic reply at the sight of more mud ahead of them. Great. Just great.
Theron lifted the scanner higher in the air, concentrating with a slight frown. While he was busy fussing, Despina lifted her poor feet and the mud squelched between her toes. The white sandals were completely ruined, there was no way she’d get the thick mud out. With a sigh, she set her foot down again, cringing as it sunk even deeper.
The clouds had parted slightly and a few rays of sun poked through, warming the air around them. At least she might make it back to their hotel without drenched clothing. She shivered slightly as another breeze hit them.
Rubbing the goosebumps away, she returned to Theron’s side, finding that he was still struggling with the stupid scanner.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?”
He glanced at her quickly before giving the device one more experimental tap. “No, we’re not.”
“You’re not a very good liar, Theron.” She grabbed the scanner and tossed it over her shoulder, watching as it landed in a particularly deep part of the mud. Theron groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. “Live a little.”
“How are we getting back before nightfall without that? There are all kinds of animals out here, Des. And the pirates? I’m sure the Nova Blades will be really happy if we stumble on one of their outposts.”
“Hey, you wanted to come here, remember?” She grabbed him by the hand, pulling him along with her. “Besides, if we don’t return to the hotel soon, I’m sure Arankau will send a search party.”
Theron sighed, meeting her gaze for a moment before he sagged in defeat. “Fine.”
“It’s our vacation, Theron. I want to enjoy it so please, no more tracking where we are. Or worrying about getting home. We’re two of the Republic's most seasoned operatives. If we can’t find our way out, we probably don’t deserve to.”
He shook his head, fighting a smile. She knew she had him when he reached out, lifting a soaked strand of hair from her forehead. “You look like a drowned womp rat.”
Despina shook her head, spraying water in all directions, most landing directly in his face.
With a sigh, he wiped a hand down his face, shaking the excess water off his fingers. “Was that necessary?”
“Of course. Let’s say it’s payback for dragging me out here in the first place.” She tried to twist some water from her hair, but all it did was soak her more. The island was balmy, but in the shadow of one of the mountains, it was chilly and they had nothing on but soaked bathing suits.
“I have to say, you look adorable covered in all that mud.”
He was being sarcastic. Despina knew she must look wild and untamed, viridian eyes peering out from under wet hair, wearing nothing but her skimpy bikini top and pair of cut off shorts that hugged her body, mud covering her feet and legs; her lips curled into a feral grin, if only to complete the unhinged image.
His smile disappeared immediately. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why not? What are you afraid of, Theron?” Despina slid closer, her hand resting on his arm, an innocent smile turned up at him. “Certainly not me?”
“I’m always afraid of what you’re capable of. But even more so when you give me that look.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you planning?”
“Nothing.” She assured him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him and tucking her chin against his chest. “Why do I always have to be planning something?”
For a man who was paranoid of being tricked by his wife, he didn’t even have a chance when she did strike. He was too busy watching her eyes, trying to deduce her thoughts by her expression, scrutinizing her smirk and she ran her hands over his back.
There was no warning except for the sudden shift of her body. She didn’t have the upper body strength to brute force him to the ground, but she did have the advantage of surprise. Despina slipped her hands up his shirt, cold hands making him tense. Then she grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling upward until it covered his head, arms stuck in the sleeves.
“What the-”
He shifted his feet, only to trip over the leg she extended out, landing hard in the thick mud behind him. It sprayed outwards around him, partially covering Despina, but it was worth it to hear the groan leave his mouth.
Theron managed to pry the shirt off, tossing it in the mud beside him. He glared up at Despina as she hovered over him, a hand on her hip. “Is it out of your system now?”
With a grin, she leaned down, scooping some of the mud into her hand. “Nope.”
Then she dumped it on his head.
The mud slid down the sides of his face, dripping onto his exposed chest, his cybernetics thankfully spared, but the rest of him wasn’t. He looked so pathetic that she couldn’t help the giggles that left her, a full on fit that hurt her stomach and had her bent over, gasping for breath.
He stared at her briefly before a hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her in with him, nearly landing on his lap as she fell.
“I hope you’re satisfied with yourself.” He muttered, settling her against him. She wrapped her muddied arms around him, smiling as their gazes met. “We are going to be the laughing stock of Rishi.”
Despina pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering as she responded. “As if you weren’t already the laughing stock of this planet.”
“Ouch. Thanks.” He brushed a filthy hand through her hair, but a smile softened his face. “Fine. You can pick the vacation location next time.”
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Hello friend I am here to deliver an imagine our ship scenario. Despina and Bralov sparring, making light jokes that have undertones of flirtations. One of them pins the other, your choice of who, and soft romantic tension. Until someone (probably Mirshko) walks in and makes a comment. Then Bralov and Despina team up against the interupter with some prank
oooh yes, is this before or after they're a thing because tbh, the two of them having sparring sexual tension before they're a couple is so delicious. *chef's kiss*
(As if I need more WIPs, I might have to write this now, thanks)
🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not?
Despina loves romantic gestures, especially if they end up being cheesy because for her, that means if they are heartfelt enough to embarrass the person, they really mean it. She enjoys having attention, but the message behind it is what really matters to her.
🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first?
Despina is well known for making the first move, she does with most people she's dated because let's be honest, she's kind of hard to take at times. Also, with how much she flirts, she knows people might not think she's being serious so she usually has to take matters into her own hands.
💜 = Does your muse date others based on their appearance or personality, or both?
Personality and compatibility are the first things she takes into account before dating other people. Can they make her laugh? Are they decent people who are trying? Also, being attractive to her involves many things, and she needs to like you as a person before she will even consider anything more serious than a flirtation.
you're the mutual I torture with my OCs. But also the mutual that will watch me on my twitch flail around in Mass Effect like 'I don't know what I'm doing I'm on the moon'
