#vortanul

Write something that your character would write about mine in their diary.

I almost wish I hadn’t taken things slow with Vortanul.

Slow. Things were hardly slow. I fell into bed with him before I even knew his name. I came back for more. And more. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. 

From the beginning it was far more than just sex. Oh, it was far more. I tried to be sensible for Sabaja, I did. I hope I was. And then when Vortanul suggested we see more of each other, I wanted to run. I wanted to run so fast to him and say yes, yes! 

But then, Dulce...Dahakhas. When he left, he told me to take it slow. And I did.

Because I loved him. Because I love I him.

I took it steady. We dated. We did not move in together. I even waited a long while until he and Sabaja met. 

But all it did. All this did - was give me time. Time to think. Time to dwell. Time to miss Dulce.

I wish we had never taken things slow. I wish we had wrapped ourselves further into the heated passion of our affair and just - moved in. Became a family. Married. Anything.

Oh Vortanul. I love you. I love you, so much. When I’m with you, I am happy. My hearts swell with joy at the sight of you; I never want to look away. Your touch, your embrace - I feel safe. I feel wanted. 

Why did I wait? I should have let you have all of me. All of me.

I love you.

But I also love another.

“Huh, guess that was a knife after all.”

Fedosia didn’t even look at the psi-blade jammed into her chest. She knew that was a fatal blow, straight to the aortic arch. Which was a shame, because all the bones there might have blocked an actual knife.

But, her oh-so-heroic sacrifice had let the actually important people get away. The Lady could replace a human, even a psionic human. Or one of the others could scrounge up a replacement. It wasn’t like it would be that difficult. Her job was done, then.

She couldn’t help a pained, rattling laugh, amber eyes locking onto those of the- the templar? the nerazim? -the protoss who had just stabbed her. “Well, glad to waste your time. I’ve got a date with my wife, now, if you’ll excuse me?”

Asho and Vor go On DAte lkjasdo-EEEEEEEEEEE

Asho stared at the screen and read over the words, again, and again, his hearts beating as he curled a leg under the other as he nestled comfortably on the sofa, the hum of the holo vids fading to a blur as the memory of their last night together filled Asho’s mind. The tip of his crest shimmered, changing from blue to purple, as he remembered. Fingers touched his chest where the faint lines remained, silver etches, a memory, a memento of their union that Asho often relived when he was alone with nothing but the darkness, his bed and hand.

His hand hovered by his hand held comm as he prepared to respond. But. What should he say? The only other person who had shown Asho interest beyond sex had been his ex; one person. 

He didn’t know how to do this. 

Then the self doubt flickered, spoken with his father’s voice; it stalled his fervor; it made his hearts miss a beat; it made him set down the comm. 

Worthless. Weak. Disappointment. Worthless. Weak. Disappointment.

No. Asho touched his chest again, where the silver lines, the lines Vortanul had etched upon his skin, like a claim, sat. He shut his eyes and remembered. He remembered how he had felt within his arms, bound, but unbound; in the wildest, most beautiful throes of pleasure, in tandem to the pain, scored into his flesh. He had worth; he had strength; and by the moans that spilled from Vortanul, from the tremor of his aura, from the way his psionics coiled around their forms, like a viper, ready to strike - Asho knew he didn’t disappoint.

And then, after, laying silent, exhausted in each other’s arms, he had felt happy. 

Asho picked up the comm and began to type.

Dearest Vortanul,

I never expected that you would want to see me again, but oh, I am so happy that you want to. For I cannot deny I have thought about contacting you to ask to see you more often, but my shyness has stopped me.

Let me know when you would next like to meet up and...we could talk, go for a walk, or a day away somewhere? I have such wanderlust; there are many places I would love to see, and seeing them with someone else, would be quite...wonderful.

Oh, I am sorry. I do ramble. I would love to see more of you, Vortanul. I would. Send me a message; call; and let us talk. However, it has been a while since I have seen you. The inevitable might just happen first. Hah.

Yours, as always.

Asho is delighted at this. And he’d like Vortanul to know that the feeling is absolutely returned.