#various starters

Yuri looked up at him, leaning back in the seat he’d been sitting in. Something was obviously bothering Phichit. The two of them weren’t super close, but he had nothing against the Thai skater. Part of him wanted why the fuck he was even telling him this, but if Phichit was telling him this, maybe he just needed someone to talk to? Why did that have to be Yuri, though? He wasn’t good at this shit!

Various Starters || Accepting || @empirescxrned

Cairis could only stare at the other woman as Anaiya caged her against a wall.

The furious growl rumbled against her skin and Ana's breath pushed warm against her lips.

They'd been having an evening out - dancing, drinking; being friends together - but as the evening progressed, Ana's mood had become more somber and somewhat darker.

Realizing her friend hadn't been having fun anymore, Cairis had decided to head back to her rented room.  She was on a layover that would extend a few quintants and, by luck, had found Ana on the same planet, in the same city.

Ana had walked her to her room and Cairis had been grateful for it, despite the apparent bad mood.  She couldn't help wondering what she'd done wrong and part of her had been withering at the thought of losing Anaiya.

She'd invited the other woman in, Ana had accepted - and still with that surly attitude!

Unable to take it any longer, Cairis had asked what was wrong.

All at once, Ana had pounced; caged her up against a wall and said... that.

She stood now, shivering (yearning), while Ana stood far too close and not close enough.

Various Starters || Accepting || @illuminatingdarkness

"I know this about you.  I spent the night having to watch the same film on repeat because I was trapped under you while you drooled on me and snored in my ear.  And that after you kissed me - for some reason only your pickled brain knows."

The snippy reply came after Z'vedza's statement.  Cairis was cooking in the galley, making a breakfast for the other woman to help settle her stomach.

From the looks of Z'vedza, the drink of choice last night had not been kind to her.  Cairis was fairly certain the other woman had teeth and tongue as furry as Commander Sendak pre-regimental trim.

Currently, Z'vedza was slumped at the small galley table; one arm stretched out and the other curled about her head as she sought to hide from any light.