#violet-dissent

Text Meme || Accepting

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To: Warpaint

[ Cairis ]: I’m going to be on Zyfo 5 in thirteen vargas

[ Cairis ]: Last I knew, you were in that area.

“Do you? Can you? Have you been in the arena? Have you been exploited to the core of your being? Have you been unmade? Melted down and recast?

Those that understand me are few and far between. If they faced me then they are dead. They weren’t all warriors. They weren’t all good people, but they most certainly weren’t all bad people. And I killed them all the same. The only tokens left of them is their last moments etched into my brain. And that is not some trophy, it's a tragedy.

But I chose survival. I fought harder. I won. I knew the price of it was becoming a monster, becoming exactly what the Galra wanted me to be.

A death machine that could still bleed for their enjoyment. And the higher I rose, the more delicious it would be for them all to one day watch me fall.

But even that meant nothing. No matter my successes, my Galra patron took credit for my victories, punished the losses.

Anaiya had requested a sparring session with Cairis.

Cairis, having no reason to deny her, had agreed - but asked Ana to not leave her crippled, at least!

The sparring had been fun, but intense.  Cairis had had to work to defend herself - and work even harder to score any hits.

The tension between them had increased as they battled each other.  They struck, parried; fought and defended until, finally, Ana had swept Cairis' legs out from under her.

Cairis had lain there, panting for breath... and realized that Ana hadn't taken the advantage to attack.

She'd looked up, opened her mouth to ask what the restraint was for - and Ana had flowed to her knees, straddling one of Cairis' legs.

The lithe young woman loomed over her, smiling a little, and slid her hand up Cairis' torso until it came to a halt over her heart.

Thus: the question Ana asked of her.

What came out of Cairis' mouth was:

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS (#64)

She woke slowly, but oddly enough, her mind caught up almost alarmingly fast.

Ambush / Fight / Direct hit / Crash / Concussion / Broken arm

She winced as the pain registered - sharp in her left arm, dull in her head, various types and intensities all over her body. Anaiya grunted and pulled herself free.

From under a body.

She could take death and destruction, blood and gore, but the sight of the Blade with a smashed in skull still made her stomach turn. The rest of the scenery didn’t help, either. The shuttle was a right mess, she could see that the hull was breached, systems probably compromised beyond hope. Was she the only survivor?

Was Gato dead-?

Her heart clenched and she let out a keening whine, out of frustration and a flash of helpless despair - but her relief was all the greater when someone answered.

“Ana? Is that you? Say you’re in one piece, please!”

If he could talk, he was probably not in any immediate danger. Her breath hitched but she called back. “Broken and bruised but alive. Where are you?”

“Here! Here-” Gato crawled into view from behind some crates. “Diagnosis is much the same for me.”

Ana met him halfway, at a spot clean of dead bodies and debris. Gato briefly rested his head on her shoulder.

“So glad to have you here,” he said quietly, voice thick with emotion. Anaiya just nuzzled him. This wasn’t a situation where words came easy.

“We need to assess the damage,” she spoke up eventually. Gato nodded.

“Pretty sure I’ve got a concussion, which is going to be fun  a little later… And my right leg could use some loving attention. Let’s locate the first aid kit. Then, see if comms can be brought online. Identify this rock we’re sitting on… standard procedure.”

“Efficient as always,” Ana remarked, pulling her injured arm into her lap. “What about the bodies...?”

“We’ll drag them outside once we can stand and leave it at that.”

She shuddered. “That’s cold.”

“It is,” Gato agreed. “But we need to focus. We both survived…” He reached out to touch her cheek. “And I’ll do everything to keep you alive.”

She squeezed his wrist. “And yourself, too.” Her tone left no room for protest.

Make A Pass! || Accepting || @violet-dissent

6: Sliding their hand over their bottom

Cairis sucked in a quick breath when she felt Anaiya’s hand slide down from her back and smooth over the curve of one cheek.  She felt snared by the other woman’s gaze, which never wavered from hers; entranced to hold still and accept the glide of a strong hand sliding over her ass.

Her breathing quickened and she held still - hoping that hand would seek to map the entire surface of her backside.  The sensation was blunted by the leather trousers she wore, but she didn’t care about that so much.

What mattered to her was that Anaiya was touching her because she apparently wanted to.

She held still and Anaiya’s touch grew bolder.  A grin - warm and wicked - appeared on her beautiful face with its exceptional markings.

“I think you like thi--”

Luxury Asks || Accepting || @violet-dissent

Whatever I don’t have to kill and clean myself.  I’m fine with cooking it myself, but after spending 120 decaphoebs hunting tree rats - I’m so done.

Kiss Request || Accepting || @violet-dissent

Cairis blinked at the request from the other woman.

What came out of her mouth was: “Why would you want to?”

And then, seeing Anaiya’s expression begin to shutter, closing her out, she blurted: “Yes!”

Because she’d long been curious about the other woman - specifically: wondering if her lips were soft even if the rest of her was battle hardened.

This hurts me :’)

*pats*