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snaggleteeth) wrote2025-11-15 09:18 am
snaggleteeth) wrote2025-11-15 09:18 am
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QIMIR
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QIMIR
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I'd die at war the next day to kill that fate for you, while I'm me.
If I were you, I'd tell confirm I am Parisa from work. Hex Slip, right?
[that's star war for 'heyyy giiirl.']
If I were you, I'd tell confirm I am Parisa from work. Hex Slip, right?
[that's star war for 'heyyy giiirl.']
It's Parisa, of the Hex Slip.
You're the handsome one, aren't you?
( bad at names. a face, however? that, parisa never forgets. )
Well, then. Let's say I meant to text you.
You're the handsome one, aren't you?
( bad at names. a face, however? that, parisa never forgets. )
Well, then. Let's say I meant to text you.
Would you like less or more of it?
[he can guess this one isn't for him. cassian will, surely, tell him to delete if that's important.]
[he can guess this one isn't for him. cassian will, surely, tell him to delete if that's important.]
[he should advise her to be more specific, in case. wouldn't do to be a disappointment. but the stranger has never been good at honest humility. he is fantastic at pretend, but—]
Think I felt you the other day. Like walking past a wall of knives in the dark, just close enough to feel it. You always let it hang out like that?
Think I felt you the other day. Like walking past a wall of knives in the dark, just close enough to feel it. You always let it hang out like that?
( ah. )
In a house full of telepaths, one can never be too careful. I felt you, too.
Kitten soft. Or, was it sandpapery tongues? You really are handsome, you know.
( she reaches out — a graceful cat, chasing what she felt before. lying at the closed doors of the stranger's mind with a purr, rumbling contentedly. let her in or don't — she already has the sensation of winning deep inside her. )
In a house full of telepaths, one can never be too careful. I felt you, too.
Kitten soft. Or, was it sandpapery tongues? You really are handsome, you know.
( she reaches out — a graceful cat, chasing what she felt before. lying at the closed doors of the stranger's mind with a purr, rumbling contentedly. let her in or don't — she already has the sensation of winning deep inside her. )
Depends. Not exactly what I'm into. But I keep the important ones.
She give you that one?
[he's just curious. but he wouldn't give up the one vernestra gave him, either, so he might understand better than he lets on.]
She give you that one?
[he's just curious. but he wouldn't give up the one vernestra gave him, either, so he might understand better than he lets on.]
[awful. he's a hard man. a rough man. mysterious. ask anyone. he's a hard, rough, mysterious man currently looking up his phone, wryly, his legs stretched along his bedroom wall, ankles crossed.
the door opens, or maybe it wasn't there to begin with. there is an astronaut standing on her moon, his handsome face turning in the distant light of a sun to place her willowy, amber-skinned figure somewhere in the endless terrain of astral space. the monstrosity of her power. he should be more scared than he is, probably. if he's a kitten, she has paws the size of hubcaps.]
I don't remember trying to lick you. Seems like something I'd remember doing. Maybe I didn't pick the right spot. Too high, too low. Not deep enough?
the door opens, or maybe it wasn't there to begin with. there is an astronaut standing on her moon, his handsome face turning in the distant light of a sun to place her willowy, amber-skinned figure somewhere in the endless terrain of astral space. the monstrosity of her power. he should be more scared than he is, probably. if he's a kitten, she has paws the size of hubcaps.]
I don't remember trying to lick you. Seems like something I'd remember doing. Maybe I didn't pick the right spot. Too high, too low. Not deep enough?
( perspective is an art form, and parisa takes her craft as seriously as a knight might take swordplay. his mind is intriguing in all the ways minds usually are intriguing — the forms they take up, the dark places buried in corners they want to hide. secrets, if you go digging. maybe she will, later. for now, parisa takes a seat on a planet that isn't jupiter, but isn't not jupiter-esque, the rings of it tilting with the weight of her ass. she leans back, leisurely. she is either very large, or the planet is very small — the stranger will have to pick which. )
Would you like to try again? ( one long leg crosses back over the other — a heeled foot swings back and forth. parisa tosses her hair over her shoulder and elongates her neck, showing him where she wants it. ) I could show you how to do it. If you need to a roadmap.
Would you like to try again? ( one long leg crosses back over the other — a heeled foot swings back and forth. parisa tosses her hair over her shoulder and elongates her neck, showing him where she wants it. ) I could show you how to do it. If you need to a roadmap.
I get it. Mostly.
[almost. more or less. no, no. he gets it. the power of two.]
How long did it take for you to trust her enough with that?
[you're a squirrely little guy, cassian andor.]
[almost. more or less. no, no. he gets it. the power of two.]
How long did it take for you to trust her enough with that?
[you're a squirrely little guy, cassian andor.]
[oh. she's up there. dawning like the sun, something cosmic, spanning the horizon. her tits look huge, actually. but so do her eyes, the light of new galaxies luminous like glassblowing in the near-black gloss of her irises. he cranes his head back to see the shape of her uncanny slouch, rings of ice and stone haloing her hips. the cosmic column of her neck.
and in the flesh, somewhere in the mansion, he also closes his eyes. lets the phone topple out of his hand, bounce off the mattress. doesn't bother folding his legs down from the wall.]
Sure.
[his smile is tiny because he is tiny. and despite that, he leaps. a mote in the void. unconstrained by normal physics, a whisper of real ability nonetheless comes through—she'll have the impression he's done this before. or close enough. leapt further than a normal man, ushered by abilities beyond, or in tandem, to this.
paff. he lands on the tip of her knee. another bound takes him up her thigh. a third, to the crook of her elbow. he is a drop rain working reverse to gravity. onto her shoulder, next, and then there is the long, trailing trek to the promised land, the column of her throat. his shoes barely dimple her blouse. a ladybug would weigh more, in the relativity things.]
What does the map say?
and in the flesh, somewhere in the mansion, he also closes his eyes. lets the phone topple out of his hand, bounce off the mattress. doesn't bother folding his legs down from the wall.]
Sure.
[his smile is tiny because he is tiny. and despite that, he leaps. a mote in the void. unconstrained by normal physics, a whisper of real ability nonetheless comes through—she'll have the impression he's done this before. or close enough. leapt further than a normal man, ushered by abilities beyond, or in tandem, to this.
paff. he lands on the tip of her knee. another bound takes him up her thigh. a third, to the crook of her elbow. he is a drop rain working reverse to gravity. onto her shoulder, next, and then there is the long, trailing trek to the promised land, the column of her throat. his shoes barely dimple her blouse. a ladybug would weigh more, in the relativity things.]
What does the map say?
Edited (why am I insane ab this already rewriting tag) 2025-12-16 16:33 (UTC)
Hard to imagine. Not trying to pry.
Are you really engaged, or was that just Kodo?
Are you really engaged, or was that just Kodo?
Don't get me wrong. I understand that. And I admire it.
[the stranger knows, too, he doesn't know everything about cassian andor. he's, honestly, not that good a telepath. it'd take more time than that.
the power of two is the thing he understands.]
That's a strong truth. Does it give you courage? Hope? Something to look forward to, I'm sure.
[the stranger knows, too, he doesn't know everything about cassian andor. he's, honestly, not that good a telepath. it'd take more time than that.
the power of two is the thing he understands.]
That's a strong truth. Does it give you courage? Hope? Something to look forward to, I'm sure.
[that does some work to soften him — and to have him give that question the kind of consideration that actually forms an answer.]
I think it's a good reminder of what's important. That no matter what this place decides to do with us, we have each other, and that's worth it.
I think it's a good reminder of what's important. That no matter what this place decides to do with us, we have each other, and that's worth it.
That something you bring from our galaxy, or you pick that up after you left?
[a messenger. there aren't a lot of other people whose words the stranger would weigh like such.]
[a messenger. there aren't a lot of other people whose words the stranger would weigh like such.]
And here I thought, you were in it for the coinage and sheer thrill of subterfuge.
( for the stranger, who has taken up occupancy in danny's late night thoughts: a palm-sized leather medicine pouch, with a gram of blow in a little baggie tucked inside. the unsigned note, left beside it, reads: )
Since you were curious.
I think about you fucking me all the time. I think about fucking you up all the time, too.
Since you were curious.
I think about you fucking me all the time. I think about fucking you up all the time, too.
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