#vinrobles

They’ve been here for what could easily be three to five hours or more, labouring over sheets of silk and sheer and pouring into it so easily that any concept of time felt as if it was simply thrown out the window. Admittedly, he hadn’t even noticed himself until he was finally pulling back, straightening out and biting his tongue to stifle a grumble at the streak of soreness that spikes through his spine.

The Taalir circled around the young woman at the place she sat at the table, hefting a gigantic book. It hit the table with a THUD, a plume of dust billowing out from underneath it. The book was engraved with letters that looked like vines, and though Thuban couldn’t read it, he assumed the language was Midoan.

      “Or at leasst ssomething closse. I, ah, admittedly don’t know if thiss iss fiction or non-fiction, but it iss Midoan.”

Quickly, Jenn moved over to her table, sliding a chair out and inviting herself down to sit. Just as the woman’s expression pinched and she opened her mouth, Jenn folded her arms on the table, leaning in and speaking quickly, but hushed;

    “ Listen, I really need you to pretend to be my friend right now. ”

intimidation meme | always accepting

≫ @vin-robles

😃 - To me, you are easy to approach.

😊 - I think you are a really friendly person.

Her whiskers were twitching before her ears picked up the rustling, and Vanx was quick to throw a blanket over herself. She had been hiding inside her fortress for the better part of two days, binge-watching cartoons inbetween games of pretend (She had developed the character “Commander Slayer,” who had a penchant for repeatedly killing insubordinate plush soliders). Ardaka was sure to drag her out at some point, so he could make her brush her teeth or some other annoying dad thing.

But when there was no chiding, “Vanvyez,” or bumbling hand reaching into her fortress, Vanx peeked out from under the blankets—wondering who had breached her perimeters. That’s when she picked up the smell of meat, and with a sniff, sniff, Vanx popped her head outside of the main entrance of her blanket fort. Her eyes blew out wide at the sight of the dumplings, and if anyone were eavasdropping, then they would’ve actually heard her squeal and clap in excietment.

The only reason the dumplings weren’t already in her stomach was because of the note. Vanx could read, but she was slow—having to sound out “horf” a few times before she really understood the word. It made her smile, especially knowing that it was all a gift from Vin. Vanx could tell because of the puny handwriting, and the unhealthy looking food (Ardaka always got onto her for “garbage foods,” as if dumpster rats were not delicious). 

Looking left and right, and seeing no sign of the monkey-women, Vanx opted to shout her gratitude instead.

He slowed in step midway through a winding labyrinth of alleyways, and frowns down at his holo-tool. Everything seemed dead and lonely; there was no influx of information as there usually was today, no updates in wandering criminals and kingpins. Nothing to even really contemplate doing. He frowned, stopping just long enough to pop one of the handful of Midoan candies Nena had given him for playing delivery boy, and then turned on his heel.

Something else came to mind. He was never fond of impulse alone, but with certain topics, he just couldn’t help himself.

        ...

The balcony door creaks slowly and quietly, and Ardaka -- Talon -- slips inside the familiar and sweet-smelling apartment, a blast of piney-fresh air rushing past him and out the door the moment it cracked open. It was quiet-- relatively speaking, of course; for Neo Shousis, quiet was the sound of cars but not horns, no yelled advertisements, at least for the moment. In this area of the city, it seemed anyone wanting to make a quick credit was all too aware that vocally advertising in the middle of the night wasn’t a fond idea when the majority of the planet’s denizens were diurnal.

Vin was curled in bed, the blue light painting her skin pale, cold colors. For once it looked as if she was sleeping well, and Ardaka felt badly for intruding, already considering leaving. It was easy to stay, though, when he was practically looking for an excuse to, and as Vin rolled over in bed, he approached quietly, making sure to close the door behind him.

The bed gave way under his weight, though he learned to sit on the very edge of things just to prevent Vin from topping over into the Ardaka-sized crater he’d commonly make in the mattress whenever he put even half of his weight on it.

Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a lock of thick fruit-colored hair from her face.