Glistaweb Bedsheets

[Saffron]

Smoke would rise to the ceiling with a lazy curl, flowing from the tip of a glowing cigarra held between the slender fingers of one Danger Arceneau.

The scene would be different. Instead of being saturated with the scent of blood, blasters, and burnt flesh one would recognize the light delicate spice of incense and her cigar.

The room that they were in would not be littered with bodies, but with opulent furniture upholstered with the finest of fabrics. Decorated with bodywood bed stands and tables, all carved intricately by hand.

The most extravagant would be the large king sized bed in the center of the room. Carved bodywood posts would tower overhead, the faint pulsing red lines streaking across their surface a spectacular view, bedsheets made of glistaweb a sinful delight, with enough pillows to feel as if one was slept amidst the clouds.

Or so it would be, had the blasted individual who had decided to get a slug on his gut and his back burnt to a crisp were not in it.

A small harrumph would flow from Danger’s lips as the companion at Jared’s side tended to the unconscious man.

Long weeks had passed since that fateful night, in which Danger’s own managed to come pull them out of the devil’s den they’d managed to fall into. Her boys had made quick of the situation, and soon they were enroute to Tatooine.

But not before stopping by Geonosis.

In there, Danger’s highly paid medics and the Kaminoan cloning expert made quick work of gathering genetic material from Lord Ovmar for the production of cloned flesh; skin grafts for his back. The wounds had been so serious that mere bacta would not be enough. Synthflesh was an option, but let’s be frank, nothing healed faster than one’s own flesh.

Besides, it was a tit for a tat. She owed him for what he’d down for her. It was the least she could do.

Her mother’s nagging voice wouldn’t let her forget it.

Along with his rather curious drug induced mutterings. A small hmph came as those fiery emeralds darted over the unconscious Sith Lord.

Curiouser and curiouser.

"Keep him company, Saffron." Came Dangers drawl through a cloud of smoke.

"Will do," came Spenser's, better known as Saffron's reply. Hazel eyes went drifting over the unconscious man as Danger left. A hand went to lightly graze the stubble on the older man's cheek.

"My oh my," came her sugary drawl, her expression a delighted sense of devilry. " ain't you a sight for sore eyes. "

 

[Arage Bao]

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw a phantom sitting besides my bed. For a while I just considered her, how did she find me? With that question, came shame and regret as I thought about her feelings for me. She was probably disappointed. Spencer had saved me, and what had I done with my new life?

“Are you the Goddess of Beauty, come here to bring me to heaven?”

I spoke with a wry smile, referencing back to our very first meeting. It felt as if ages had passed since that day, so much had changed.. and so much had stated the same.

Why was I feeling all these emotions? Shouldn’t I be Apathy? What was wrong with me?

[member="Spenser Jacobs"]

 

[Saffron]

Humor would reflect upon hazel orbs as she peered down at the male. The gentle stroke of her cheek would not falter, a single finger would trace from temple on down over the high cheekbone and over the stubble of his jaw in a soothing trail.

"I be no Goddess of Beauty," came her honeyed drawl, like the finest of vine-silks sliding across bare skin. Long lashes decorated in perfectly applied cosmetics would become a bit more clearer, along with the kiss of rouge on her cheeks and the gloss upon full lips.

The delicate scent of lilies would hover in a tantalizing cloud around her, her long blonde hair in a half up coif that had tendrils of silken gossamer curls falling over her shoulder and onto the glistaweb dark crimson and black kimono she wore.

​

"But if'n you desiring a bit of heaven... I'm sure there be plenty of ways I can take you to that there paradise." her eyes would sparkle with flirty mischief, that finger that had trailed his jaw coming to lightly tap the tip of his nose.

 

[Arage Bao]

Shadows blurred, as her finger rested itself upon my nose. Had I been more conscious, I’d probably considered her whole demeanor strange. Her accent, the way she picked her words, hell the dress she was wearing and her overall apparel. It should have ringed some alarm inside of me, but instead I just flashed her a lazy grin. One of my best, and then said to her in a soft murmur.

“Such a charmer, didn’t think you would have it in you, love.”

Around the time my mouth formed those last few words, I passed out again. Slipping from consciousness back into the void and the memories that would keep vigil over me.

***​

Time passed, and I woke up to a start. Sweat trickled from my brow, and I could feel the pressure of my heart behind my chest. Beating to a frenzied beat, the nightmare was fading already, but a lingering sense of darkness remained in my heart.

I was a man lost, apathy no longer reigned and I was not sure where I belonged anymore.

My eyes opened themselves, even as I wished they wouldn’t and again I saw her. Spencer, my own personal savior, the Guardian Angel I had never deserved and never would.

Her strange demeanor of the previous night was already forgotten, and I just sat there and tried to figure out why she was here.

“You once asked me about the Black Eyes.”

I settled back, and closed my eyes. As I tried to recount the story, she deserved to know the truth. The whole of it.

 

[Saffron]

Carefully arched brows rose in curiosity at the man's statement, a faint smile lingering upon her lips as she noted his state of consciousness.

The soft kiss of glistaweb would brush against him as she came over from her perch to the bed. There she slid her body next to his, giving a small coo as she let him lean up against her. This was familiar to her. The need of a sentient to simply talk.

Often times she would take on the role of a confessional, being privy to the deepest of secrets as a proxy for whom they were really intended for.

"Hmmm?" she encouraged him softly, letting her finger lightly graze his cheek.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Spenser Jacobs"]

Had this been any other moment, had I been more conscious. Or at least less pre-occupied with the pain that seemed to blossom everywhere, I might have thought it strange. Her behavior that is, that and her appearance. Spencer Jacobs had always been a frightening Force User, a strong and all powerful entity of vengeance and power.. until she was a teenage girl of barely twenty years old; who stole the food right off her wife’s plate.

That paradox in behavior and.. capability? had always amazed me. I loved Spencer. Not like a man would love a woman, it was something different. Something deeper, I’d say. I knew I could drive her crazy, make her angry without even trying too hard. But I had always seen her as a little sister, the kind you loved but would never admit it to her face.

So when.. Spencer laid herself down beside me, and gestured me to lean up against her.. well. It was strange, to say the least.

Strange in a plethora of ways.

For one, as her body touched mine, it was the first time I considered Spencer as anything else but my Master and little sister. She was beautiful, I decided to myself.
Secondly, I felt awkward. It didn’t seem right, but eventually I hushed that down. This wasn’t anything else, but a talk between.. what? Friends? I guess.

Oh.. if only I knew then that this woman was not Spencer. If only I wasn’t an idiot, barely conscious. If only..

Maybe I wouldn’t have said anything. Maybe.

“We weren’t always criminals. We.. tried to help people. Get the kids off the streets, give them a honest day work, ya’know? Ain’t sure how it all turned so badly.”

 

[Saffron]

Her arm would go slinking behind his shoulders to curve up by the side of his head, allowing Spenser an easier path to lightly skim the tips of her fingers against his cheek. They would weave a gentle coaxing massage, tiny little circles that would then sink into the short tuffs of black hair, lightly massaging his scalp in a comforting manner.

It was clear he had a dire need to speak, to lay out what manner of demons lay in his soul. She was well used to this, and as such, only gave gentle encouragement for him to continue. It was all a part of the environment. A comforting place to rest. To ease from the woes. To find peace.

The soft gentle curves of her body would not be far; a constant warmth to his side and one would even say, soft resting place as she brought him closer, making herself a kind of makeshift pillow for him to rest his head upon as she slowly petted his hair.

“Mmhmm...” she said in a low sultry whisper.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Spenser Jacobs"]

I wasn’t a man of virtue, a savior of men or a crusader for the hopes of the poor man. At least, that was what I kept telling myself, every time I did something that wasn’t too nice. Oh I mean, I wasn’t anywhere near Shorn or Zambrano-level of wickedness.

I saw myself as a simple man, with simple needs. A girl on my lap, a drink in my hand, and a cigar between my teeth. That’s the only thing a man needs to be truly satisfied with his own existence. Or so I kept telling myself.

Somewhere around the line I seemed to have slipped, I forgot the important simple things in life and reached out for more. Power, money and respect. All things I started to grab, and pull into my direction.

Did I care about the pain I inflicted upon others? Not really. Even in my current state of apathy.. I wasn’t a true monster, not in my own opinion at least. Though, that never says a lot. All monsters consider themselves as normal people, I guess.

But still, I never hurt a man who didn’t get it coming. Maybe I went overboard, maybe I went too far. I don’t know.

As I let Spencer ease my problems away, I closed my eyes and just laid there. There was something odd about her though, my foggy mind couldn’t wrap itself around it though. In the end I decided to put the problem away for now, couldn’t be too important.

“Ah.. it doesn’t matter anyway.” I related to her, with at least a decent amount of embarrassment. I tried to open my eyes, but the lids were getting heavy again. My mouth tried to form words, but instead a yawn was barely suppressed. “H-how did you find me any-- *yawns* sorry.”

I groaned softly, the phantom pain in my back ached at the surface of my mind.

“..anyway?”

 

[Saffron]

The stroke of her fingers would only encourage his journey towards slumber, the pads of her fingertips massaging a gentle coaxing lull. A faint smile would curve across her lips, feeling the silk of his hair, the warmth of his body and the slow rise and fall of his chest with every breathe he took.

Such a curious little curio. Men always were. Some would soar to greatness but in the absence of the public lights, in the depths of solitude, they were weak as babes. Full of concerns and worries. Fears and the demons that would haunt them.

"But it matters to you," she said softly, her breath lightly fanning the dark tuffs of his hair. He had a notion to talk, so talk he would.

"They be worries and matters that concern you." she added in her soft drawl, letting a lone finger from her right hand come over to lightly trace the line of his jaw.

She didn't answer how she found him, that wasn't the pressing concern now.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Spenser Jacobs"]

Did it really matter? As I sat there, warm and safe in the embrace of my savior, I couldn’t help but wonder what the point was. History was just that, a death end and old pages in a book unread. What did it matter what I was before, and how I came to be the man I am today?

Would it change anything? Would it help me accomplish my goals? It didn’t seem that way, but still.. there was a faint sense of peace coming over me. Her hands worked on my head, and I could feel the heavy weight of slumber coming over me.

It came as a realization, one from the depths of my inner-self. This woman wasn’t who I thought her to be. But her caressing was lovely, and my eyelids were getting heavier by the moment.

Sleep beckoned, and embraced me with the love of a mother.

“I am a bad man, Spencer. Question is, does this sinner want redemption?”

For a while I just enjoyed the state of being, and then finally I fell back into a dreamless sleep.

 

[Saffron]

There was a slight pause at hearing him call her Spencer, her finger lightly hovering over his stubbled cheek. How did he know her name?

Most folk called her Saffron; only her most intimate of friends and Miz Arceneau knew her by the name that had been printed across the cloning vat she came from.

Words from the past would come to her then, idle thoughts of when Ashiin's template had been looking for her. Or did Miz Arceneau tell him her real name?

It was a curious curio, but she wasn't one to delve into it at the time. Not when he begged a question about sinners and redemption. Her left hand would continue the slight soothing stroke of her fingers across his head, while her right hand would come slipping down from his cheek.

Down it will trail, sliding across his neck until it lay flat against the faint whorls of chest hair over his heart, her soft warm hand slipping under his shirt as she said in a low soothing hush by his ear.

"Look here, mon cher. I reckon you'll find your answer."

 

[Arage Bao]

I gave her one of my lazy grins, with was swiftly followed by a grimace of pain and maybe just a little groan. No, I ain’t a baby, it’s just damn painful. Try getting shot in the gut, or take a molotov on your back. It ain’t kosher, I can tell you that.

When did Spencer suddenly become so.. romantic, it was an interesting development. Though it was one that would have to be sorted out on a later date, because I was starting to feel the exhaustment coming back to haunt me.

Ain’t a fun thing, I can tell you that.

My eyelids were starting to slip again, growing heavier by the moment. I was just here, screaming to myself. No, I don’t want to sleep! Bastard, stay awake! But alas, the body didn’t want to follow my directions.

“Mmhmhm. Your hands are.. *yawns* warm and s-soft. *yawns* I love you, Spens. You know that right? Always.. l-loved ya.”

Then I was gone.

Damnit.

 

[Saffron]

Hearing a man murmur low words of affection was nothing new to Spenser. However, she was still slightly reeling at his earlier revelation of her name. More so once he ended that with ‘Spens,’ again.

It would be a series of questions that would remain unspoken. At least for now, as she felt the heavy weight of his body slump against her, his breathing deepening as he once again went slipping into unconsciousness.

“You are such a curious man,” came her soft coo, forefinger brushing a dark forelock from his temple.

It would be a matter to certainly discuss once he awoke at a later time. He had healing to get done, and Miz. Arceneau wasn’t one to allow a man to not get the relaxation and comfort he so needed.

Physical wounds would mend and heal with time. The mental on the other hand…

Well, that’s what she was here for.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Spenser Jacobs"]

Hours and maybe days passed as I slipped in and out of fever dreams, screams conjured up by hellish places deep festered in my innerpsyche and embarrassing stories exchanged between Spenser and my own persona. Don’t really remember most of it, which was only a good thing, I don’t think I want to know what she had found out about me in those days. A man in my position… well it was a troubling thing that she knew about me, about the more delicate and human side of my nature. Don’t get me that look, I got a more soft side, I just never show it.

Anyway, I was sitting on a couch somewhere in Arceneau’s compound watching some sports on the holoweb. Yeah, whatever, there are more than five hundred channels and none of ‘em are really appealing, so I fall back to simple space football. Seemed the Naboo team was winning against the Fondorians, how quaint.

My back was still a bit sore, but honestly I feel fine now. I probably could leave right now, but truth to be told. I enjoyed being here, no responsibility, no human lives at stack at every decision you make, no billions of credits on the line depending on the contract you sign or don’t sign. It was refreshing in some way, I knew Executive Council would do fine without me. I had picked them especially for their capabilities, I never fooled myself thinking I could be there every step of the way.

Eventually I switched over to some romantic chick flick, looked around there was nobody there so I snuggled into the blanket that was around me and nommed from the popcorn. Enjoying some dramatic set pieces and comedy relief while nobody was here.

Sue me.

 

[Saffron]

"I like this holofilm," Saffron's sweet voice with only the barest of infliction of a drawl would pour over Jared from behind. The soft rustle of glistaweb fabric would brush along her bare body underneath, one slender hand coming to trail across the top of the seat Lord Ovmar had taken residence upon.

She would slowly walk round until she would appear to his right, a soft welcoming smile drifting across her lips. Warmth reflecting in her hazel eyes. Her unique scent as she neared would be a heady cocktail that was a mixture of her own body and that of subtle exotic notes. Graceful motions would have her drape herself next to him much like a cat, completely making herself at home as she would curl about him, settling in to watch the film with him.

"It is absolutely lovely." she'd say with a warm smile.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Spenser Jacobs"]

I didn’t show any signs of surprise when Saffron’s voice appeared behind me, had been expecting her or Danger for some time now. Any embarrassment I might have felt at my choice of movie evaporated rather quickly as she showed her appreciation, pressed herself to me and curled up like a figural cat. I resettled myself just a tad, making it slightly more comfortable for the both of us and continued to watch the movie without answering for quite a while.

“I adore the part where Isolda finally slaps Jorus in the face, and runs off with Salem. Really shows the figural spirit in her, don’t you agree?”

My hand caressed her side, before finally resting on her hair, brushing it softly.