#prometheakept

“Not mocking. Nope. I’ll name a gun after him in his honor and credit you.”

@prometheakept said: “You do realize what time it is, right?” Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

          admittedly, her patience is wearing a little thin. promethea is not a planet she particularly enjoys being on right now. she wouldn’t even be here if not for the vault issues.

@prometheakept said: “What are you doing still up?”

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters | still accepting

          sasha had been right when she said the city looked different at night. really, the view was even better than fiona had been expecting. taking a sip of the drink in her hand she let out a light sigh, her eyes catching sight of rhys’ reflection in the window. he spoke and she shrugged at his question, a chuckle on her lips. ❝  raiding your liquor stash.  ❞ she raised her cup in greeting, before downing the rest of its contents. if he had any objections about her depleting one (maybe two) of his bottles it was too late to stop her now. ❝  what’s the point of my sister seeing a ceo if i can’t enjoy the perks?  ❞ fiona added, and made sure to draw out the word ‘seeing’ with a shiver (mostly just to poke fun at him — her favorite pastime).

          but though joking in nature, her answer had been a half-truth, and even she was unsatisfied with it. her expression became contemplative as she turned to face him, a crease in her brow. ❝  i was just...  ❞ her eyes shifted down to look at the cup in her hands. she paused, feeling the buzz of the alcohol in her system while she tried to find her words.         ❝  sometimes i look at where i am and go — how the hell did i get here?  ❞ fiona admitted as she tried not to slur her sentence. strange part was, it wasn’t like she was unsatisfied with where her life had ended up. the opposite, really. but every once and a while her mind went to what she’d come from, everything she’d gone through, and thought: how?

@prometheakept said: “There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.” late nights

          sasha has NEVER been patient, EVER. one of her many flaws, she supposes, right up there with never really being able to handle her emotions when she gets worked up about something. rhys has been around her long enough to know these things.

          her longing gaze shifts from the promethean night sky, and over to rhys out of the corners of her eyes. she knows that she should just be thankful that she got off of pandora; promethea is MUCH nicer, with an over all friendlier feel about it, but it still isn’t enough. being trapped for so long, sasha never had the chance to explore the galaxy in the way that she wanted to.

          at first, her main priority was just to get off of pandora, but now, well-- the itch of adventure was back, and sasha yearned so badly to scratch it. but there was another problem with her want for adventure-- rhys was needed HERE on promethea. he wouldn’t be able to come with her if she left, and with the two of them being together for about four years now - well - she was in just a little too deep to leave without him.

          she hates feeling like she’s trapped, because she isn’t, really, but not being able to just go as she pleases doesn’t sit well with her. it’s really not that big of a deal, she supposes. rhys has given her a better life than anything she had on pandora, and she’s grateful for that, truly. she just wishes that he didn’t have to be so tied down to atlas, sometimes.

          she won’t say anything about it, however. that’s what happens when you’re the ceo of a huge corporation. she’s sure the feeling will pass eventually. though she doesn’t know how long it’ll actually stay gone.

          she knows that if she waits long enough, rhys will be free for a little vacation and the two can go off together, but waiting has never really been her strong suit.

@prometheakept said: ▤  send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- ▤ = falling asleep on them .

          she doesn’t pay it any mind at first, focused on the movie playing out before them. it’s not until the weight against her gets HEAVIER that it rips her focus away from the tv and sasha has to crane her neck to peer up at rhys out of the corners of her eyes.

          rhys is asleep, his weight is shifted against her, and at that moment in time, sasha is just glad that it’s his fleshy shoulder that’s leaned up against hers and not the robotic one.

          her movement to look at him stirs him a little, but for the most part, he remains undisturbed. she contemplates on how to go about the situation at first. on the one hand, he looks so peaceful, and he’s been working so hard that she knows that he deserves the sleep, but on the other hand, she knows that they can’t stay like this, either.