#tsarnvoiny

The ship's gone dark for the night, well the time they'd decided to get some rest, they were in the middle of nowhere, floating through space, there were safe enough to rest for now.

Darro never thought he'd end up here, with a padawan of his own, he wasn't exactly a master, he was a padawan teaching a padawan, yet he was incredibly proud of the progress she'd made, she's already stopped broadcasting his masters force echo and yet he sat up.

He could feel her, like she was calling to him, he'd taught her how to do so in a worst case scenario, he's just glad they're so far out in space there would be nobody else to feel it.

He sits up quickly before he realises theres not an undertone of panic but one of desire, he knows it's not the Jedi way, it's not what he was taught and yet his feet lift him off the sofa he'd been sleeping on, carry him through the ship towards her quarters, broadcasting his own desires back at her.

They'd had too many close encounters.. from when he'd helped her modify her lightsaber.. soft touches.. and from combat training, pinning her down against the floor for maybe longer than he should have.. and living in such small living arraignments with her. It was bound to lead to something.

Ellie had been a teenager when the outbreak happened. Though she had memories of the world before, in a lot of ways, this was the only one she'd known. Finding Alexandria had been a blessing, but much like her father, there was a part of her that could never fully settle or forget that the world outside the walls was deadly to them.

She worked guard duty to protect the city or joined Anya on scavenging missions when she started to feel too complacent on the inside. She never wanted to forget how to survive out here. They'd had to go far to slip past the circle of the Saviors and their territory, but she still wouldn't feel safe sleeping in one of the houses.

It was pure luck stumbling across the treehouse. It looked like a relic of the pre-outbreak world, and even though it was rotting in places, she was sort of charmed by it. Night fell quickly in the woods, but it was cozy up there in the trees. "Once upon a pre-apocalypse, I bet our dads would have built us something like this."

@tsarnvoiny

Fuck. He had really been hoping that she wouldn't notice, not before he could rectify his mistake. His mistake being...him being a fucking IDIOT.

Wade turned to face the light of his life as he wondered how long he had before that light became fire that she just might engulf him in.

"I...will know the answer to that question as soon as my cabby answers his fucking phone..." There was frustration in his voice as he looked down to his phone before setting it on the table. "Sweetums, I promise, it was an honest...and coke-fueled mistake." He moved to take a small step back. "I had an appointment lined up, I had a line appointed just for the occasion, and...I accidentally grabbed your pack from the arsenal." He nodded a few times.

"Then I left the bag in Dopinder's cab and well...now I'm about to be killed by my beautiful other half. Now you're all caught up."

        It was nice whenever they could spring the caps for a motel. It made Lucy feel somewhat normal. Or at least like she could pretend. There was comfort in four walls and a bed. “Anya,” She walked out from the dingy bathroom. A smile played upon her lips as she showed off the pre-war lingerie that she recently scavenged. “How do I look?” After she spun around to demonstrate it proudly, she crawled onto the bed. She made her way between Anya’s legs. Eyes fluttered close as she kissed the other woman. 

She pauses briefly, hand running along the wall as she listens to the sound of footsteps in the distance. An exhale escapes her lips as her head presses against the wall.

"It's close..."

WHOEVER it was wasn't far, she can get the sense, and with the discomfort on her body getting worse she glances over her shoulder, spying the small generator in the distance.