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I finally, at long last, finished my last ockiss17 prompt! Took me long enough, sorry for the long wait, @nebularogue!Â
So here we have for Day Six: Hesitant Kiss: my Kyle Shepard (again) and @nebularogueâs Olympia King. I brainstormed some settings and decided to have this scene take place after ME1 and a little bit before ME2. I might one day to write a part 2 to this scene because Olympia is up to something but since this is from Kyleâs POV, he doesnât know the inner workings of her mind. So hope I wrote her well, @nebularogue, and thank you for letting me use for this story. :)
While Kyle enjoyed a good drink every now and then, he was never fond of shady or sleazy bars that simply screamed out half their customers were criminals as well as the same message being extended to the owners and most of their staff. The more innocent or less nefarious employees were the ones that often got screwed over in terms of payment, benefits, and the types of customers they had to deal with. And as much as he wished to change their situation or uncover a way to bring the unsavory bars under more legal or fair ownership, he couldnât save or help everyone. A fact his friends often had to remind him from time to time.
However, here he was, at another seedy club to find a thug who was extorting from a neighbor of his. While Ivy stayed with the Alliance as the first human Spectre after Sovereign's attack on  the Citadel, he, Izzy, and Ivan spilt up to work their own goals until Ivy would call upon them for support once more. Last he heard of Izzy she was in Omega with that mercenary named Nydo and Ivan was off doing God-knows-what. As for himself, Kyle travelled to Ilium and dedicated his skills set to help others. Ilium may be a luxurious, breathtaking place but there were often serpents lurking about in every nest of paradise.
One of these snakes was Billian Tulk, a batarian thug and loan shark who was known to prey on the desperate, the poor, and the needy. His rates were outrageous and his system was designed to eventually force his victims to concede and either offer up their services or someone else in their place for indentured servitude to work off the debt. It was Tulkâs way of receiving free labor for as long as he wanted. But compared to Kyleâs past experiences and meeting a Reaper, Tulk was small potatoes. Besides, he was use to dealing with low-lives like Billian Tulk.
As predicted, the said batarian was downing shots one right after the other, while making a pass at one of the barâs singers and clearly failing. Unsurprisingly, he did not take ânoâ for an answer. âCâmon, baby, is it the extra eyes?â he cajoled to the human singer, whose brown eyes flashed menacingly when he reached out to grab her.
âNo, itâs because youâre a lout and wonât leave me and other girls alone when we tell you to!â She bent the batarianâs hand back, almost snapping his wrist if Tulk didnât have the foresight to quickly draw his arm back in time, forcing the singer to releaser her grasp on him. âExcuse me, but Iâm up next and I wonât let you make me late.â Tulk cut her a nasty glare and was about to try his luck one more time yet more aggressively when Kyle beheld the opportunity to step in and distract the thug. Â
âBillian Tulk?â he voiced, making his presence known. âWe have to talk.â
The said batarian whipped his head around, six four eyes boring murderously at him as he temporarily forgot about the human singer. âAbout what?â came the snarl.
âYou know of a Miss Seveej? Received a loan from you and later paid you back, including interest. And yet, you claim she still missed a fourth of the payment?â There was no way Miss Seveej neglected to pay in full, she documented all her finances carefully and was known to be meticulousâif her small bonsai plants were any indications of her great attention to detail as well as patience.
The loan shark shrugged. âShe made an error with her numbers so she still owes me 4000 credits. And that salarian is lucky Iâm not ratcheting up the interest rate.â He gulped down another shot, continuing to keep a few eyes on him. Kyle then noticed the singer hadnât let and was watching them both, curiosity etched on her fair, sharply structured features. âAnd what is all of this to you? The arrangement between me and Seveej is none of your damned business!â Â
âFirst of all, Miss Seveej is my neighbor and a good friend of mine so when she became my client, your deal became my business too. Secondly, itâs common knowledge youâre involved in other illicit activities, which I am certain the Ilium authorities would love to hear about if they caught wind of your hidden behavior.â Tulk was a man of vices and besides alcohol, he was also fond of dealing with stolen property on the black marker and illegal gamblingâmainly centering around two people duking it out on a fighting ring.
The lines in the batarianâs visage deepened as he scowled, a tic starting in his jaw. âCareful there, human. Youâre treading on dangerous territory, threatening me like that. Who do you think you are, Commander Shepard?â
At the opening, Kyle had to grin amusingly. âWell, my last name is Shepard and Iâm good terms with the Commander Shepard. Maybe I should have to stop by and see how everything is doing around in Ilium.â Out of the corner of his eye, the dark haired singer smirked, evidently pleased to watch Tulk be outplayed. She even shot a thumbs-up while mouthing âthank youâ to him. He smiled back in returned.
The enraged, crossed glower was immediately dropped and a more nervous, serious expression flashed on Tulkâs ridged visage, all four eyes a little bit wider than they previously were. âWait, you actually know that Spectre? And youâre related to her too?â
Technically. He just so happened to share a last name with Ivy, Ivan, and Izzy but that was irrelevant at the moment. So Kyle continued to smile, unsettling the loan shark even more. He didnât need to utter anything, the silence alone was enough to provoke Tulk to reconsider his offer. The batarian quickly rummaged for his datapad and once found, punched a few buttons before sliding the holographic pad over to Kyle for him to view.
âSee, your friend Miss Seveej is off the hook now. Full payment to me, just like she claimed and you asked for.â Kyle would have been skeptical if he wasnât witnessing the proof with his own two eyes and there was slight tremor in the thugâs voice when he spoke. Guess he didnât have to go hard on the criminal after all.
âGood,â he replied, feigning indifference. âAnd if I hear youâre bothering Miss Seveej again, Iâll come back and next time, I wonât be so nice. Are we clear?â There was an edge in the last part, his dark eyes narrowing as a warning signal towards the rather anxious batarian.
âCrystal, as you humans say,â came the sullen reply. And without another world, Billian Tulk finished his remaining shot, paid his tab, and fled, not before shooting a lecherous fleer at the singer, who scowled in response.
âIâm so glad you chased him off,â she told Kyle promptly once Tulk was gone. âHe has been an annoyance to me and all of the singers for about a week.â
âIf he returns and continues to harass you or anyone else, let me know.â He handed her his business card and she took with an intrigued look, studying the glossy words imprinted on the front.
âNice to see people doing good these days.â She ran her thumb over his card, brown eyes peering curiously up at him, as if searching for something. âSo Kyle...Shepard, want to stay a little longer and watch my performance? I guaranty you havenât heard a voice like mine.â The way she uttered his name seemed like there was a private jest between them but only she remembered it while he was in the dark. The corners of her lips tugging up into a playful, witty beam and despite his reservations, Kyle had to admit she had a lovely smile.
âOh, you donât have to do anything special and besââ
She snapped her fingers at a server nearby and flagged him down. âGet this man a drink. Itâs on the house. He scared Tulk shitless.â She then turned her attention back on Kyle. âWhat do you usually or prefer to drink?â
Rather reluctantly, Kyle sat down and answered. âGin and tonic, please. Nothing too fancy.â The waiter departed briskly to fill out his order, rendering Kyle and the singer by themselves once more. âAnd Iâm sorry but I didnât catch your name, Ms.ââ
âOlympia.â She gifted him another smile, this one completely charming and purely arresting. He wondered why she was spending so much time with him, a virtual stranger who just so happened to shoo a thug and loan shark away? Surely simple goodness or kindness werenât rare in Ilium, of all places. Or maybe he was reading too much into her behavior and getting him a drink was her way of saying âthank youâ.
Once his drink arrived, Olympia excused herself to get ready for her shift, all the while telling him to enjoy the shower. After about ten or so minutes later, Oympia appeared on the stage, dressed in a stunning purple and white sequin dress with a matching flower tucked behind her ear. Â While her arrival brought on countless of cheers, puckish hollars, and woohooing, all chatter and noise ceased instantly when Olympia began to sing and weave her melodious spell on them all. The song was peppy and sassy, matching her lively, upbeat, and straightforward voice and words, fitting the tone of the song oh so well. She didnât portray herself as âthe girl next doorâ, a sultry temptress, a rowdy, spunky rebel, or a force of nature who destroy you and everything you hold dear should you cross herâsimply a young woman who wasnât perfect nor pretending to be. He liked her style so much to his surprise, he ended staying until her warbling act was over and she had a break. Almost immediately, she made a beeline for him.
âI see you decided to stay longer. Was it just my singing?â Olympia bantered, sitting down across the table from. She flagged down a waitress, muttering her drink to them before returning her sparkling gaze at him. âIf so, Iâm flattered.â
âIâll admit, Iâm not one for music but I didnât want to leave while you were still singing. I guess your voice entranced me.â Kyle chuckled, swirling the liquid around his glass prior to taking another sip. âItâs been a long time since I enjoyed music like that.â
âNow I am even more flattered.â When her drink arrived, she thanked the waitress and took a huge gulp of champagne, a gasp of relief escaping her as she swallowed and savored the alcohol. âNothing wets a dry throat better that this clubâs champagne. You should try it.â Â
âMaybe next time. I already had two drinks of gin and tonic and thatâs my limit for today. Besides, I have to head back to Miss Seveej and deliver her the good news in person.â Olympiaâs face softened when he mentioned his clientâs name, an appreciative gleam in her chocolate brown eyes.
âOf course,â she agreed, nodding, âdonât let me stop you. Iâm sure sheâll be happy to learn sheâs no longer under that slimebag Tulkâs thumb.â She went back to drinking her champagne as he asked the server from earlier for his check, receiving the bill on his omni-tool. He paid promptly and started to rise from his seat when Olympia swiftly got up to sit down next to him, holding her arm out and halting his actions. Without explaining right away, she simply plucked the white and violet flower from her hair and secured it into his front jacket pocket, tucking the stem of the blossom firmly inside. âA little token to remember me and this club by, in  case you want to return for some fun instead of business.â Flirtation rang coyly in her tone but her winsome, genuine smile was what struck him more and seized him fully. And before he could even reply, she leaned in, hesitating at first, and brushed her lips against his cheek, the kiss light and soft like butterflyâs wings.
When she pulled back, there was a different impression flicking her unwavering gaze, one Kyle couldnât place but decided not to dwell on the notion right now. The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. He was more surprised than anything else. âWell, thank you, for the flower and er, the kiss too,â he managed out, feeling his face flush for no reason at all. Why couldnât he been smoother and in control, like he usually was? He never blushed at a kiss since he was a teenager. âAnd no worries, Iâll be back. Wouldnât want to miss any more of your singing.â
Her assertive, amiable, and charming self reappeared, immensely pleased by his words. âI sing on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays and usually in the evening and nights until closing. I hope to see your face this Thursday.â She sent him a little wink and picked up her champagne flute, departing to converse with the singer who was proceeding her prior to waving him farewell as she sauntered away.
Shaking his head in amusement, Kyle exited the bar to find a sky car top head home and deliver the wonderful news to his salarian neighbor. Whoever Olympia was, she was an intriguing woman and probably the only reason he would step foot into that seedy bar again. He wasnât even aware how much he was stroking or fixing the flower in his jacket pocket during the ride home, marveling at its softness and beauty. There the blossom remained until he finished his business for the night, placing the striking, vibrant flower on his nightstand, its faint fragrance filling the air and evoking memories of his jaunty encounter with Olympia, a singer from a shady club that didnât deserve her talents. Thursday would come along soon enough. Â Â
honestly I can't remember if I followed you originally for Mass Effect or Dragon Age, it's been years by now, (maybe both?) but I stayed for the quality writing, characters, and the friendship haha
Thanks, Chorus! Same tbh. I think you followed one of my mutuals and I had to check out who you were! Iâm glad because you are wonderful. <3
I only took my sweet ole time with this. Thanks for the ask! :D
Goneril wants to rise high to show the world and the Empire how far a former slave can go, especially one who is an alien. She hopes to have a continually permanent seat on the Council and that her legacy lives on in her children, followers, apprentices, etc. Does she aspire to be Empress? Some part of her does, so she can better protect her family and allies (and to also spite the alien haters/racists that a Zabrak is sitting on the throne). But at the same time she would loathe it if the extra duties of being Empress would keep her from her family even more.
Also, her other biggest hope she has possessed since she first became Force Sensitive is to destroy the Republic utterly. Additionally, Goneril would like to see and be reunited with her âuncleâ of sorts, the Sith Lord who reluctantly owned yet fiercely protected her and her late father.Â
"Kisses absently left on the backs of hands", Veskasa and Caline? :D
Something short and cute for our Jedi girlfriends!Â
Itâd been years since they had first set out across the galaxy together. Years of fighting the Empire. Years of travelling on that cramped ship. Years of falling in love over and over again.
Veskasa ran her fingers through Calineâs ebony hair absentmindedly. The Mirialanâs head was settled in her lap, eyes closed in silent meditation. The grass was cool beneath them, the serene air of Tython making it easy to find that inner peace all Jedi had. Calineâs battle with the Emperor still bothered her some days. Tython was strong in the Force and it helped to heal her dark wounds.
The nights when Caline woke up terrified in the dark were getting farther between. One day, they would stop. It would take time.
Veskasa concentrated on the tension headache that she could feel cloud Calineâs mind. It only took a moment but her hands warm silently as she healed her girlfriendâs pain. A moment later, Calineâs blue eyes blinked open, relief on her face.
âFeeling better?â Ves whispered, not sensing the headache any longer.
Caline pulled Veskasaâs free hand into hers and pressed a few light kisses across her skin. âI am. Thank you.â
Veskasa smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the weight of Caline in her lap and their entwined fingers. Enjoying the sounds of nature that surrounded them. Enjoying the fact that for once, the galaxy wasnât in danger. It could only last so long, of course, but for now, they would take every moment of peace they could.
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