The Spacer
So she was royalty, in so many words. I puffed up a little at that, something like pride working it's way into the set of my shoulders. I had managed to snag a frakkin' princess as a traveling companion! That sucked about her dad, though. With a name like the Usurper, I couldn't imagine that he was a jerk of galactic proportions. He couldn't have been all bad though, right? He did contribute to the making of Aerin, and she was pretty nice. A woman of conviction, if she'd fought a war to sit the rightful heir on the throne.
"You don't bore me," I confessed. "I don't think you ever could." I could listen to her talk about sewage drains, and so long as she kept looking at me with those pretty eyes of hers, I'd be interested. "But, you're right, I am pretty tired." I climbed to my feet as she sat a thick log on the fire. I tried not to stare at the way her body moved, but I couldn't help it. She couldn't sense my thoughts, could she?
Probably can, my mind supplied. If not the exact thoughts, then the gist of them. Frikking fantastic. Flirting was one thing, but I hoped she didn't think I was a perv... But it's not everyday that you meet a amazonian warrior princess with a face like a holomodel, ya' know? Rarer still that they were genuinely nice. Even rarer that they'd been trained in the Force.
It occurred to me, then, to check to see if I was dreaming. I pinched myself and waited.
She was still there. Nope. Not dreaming.
Well, you know what they say -- in for a penny, in for a pound. I let my feelings flow free. I kept a tighter noose on my thoughts though. "Thanks again for your help. And the food. And a place to sleep." I smiled, and stifled another yawn with my fist. "Good night, Aerin." I summoned my considerable courage -- born of a complete lack of self preservation skills -- and stepped in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. I hoped she didn't slap me. Or punch me. I could tell she liked me at least a little bit, but still... the possibility existed.
"See you in the morning!"
[member="Ærin Firebrand"]
"You don't bore me," I confessed. "I don't think you ever could." I could listen to her talk about sewage drains, and so long as she kept looking at me with those pretty eyes of hers, I'd be interested. "But, you're right, I am pretty tired." I climbed to my feet as she sat a thick log on the fire. I tried not to stare at the way her body moved, but I couldn't help it. She couldn't sense my thoughts, could she?
Probably can, my mind supplied. If not the exact thoughts, then the gist of them. Frikking fantastic. Flirting was one thing, but I hoped she didn't think I was a perv... But it's not everyday that you meet a amazonian warrior princess with a face like a holomodel, ya' know? Rarer still that they were genuinely nice. Even rarer that they'd been trained in the Force.
It occurred to me, then, to check to see if I was dreaming. I pinched myself and waited.
She was still there. Nope. Not dreaming.
Well, you know what they say -- in for a penny, in for a pound. I let my feelings flow free. I kept a tighter noose on my thoughts though. "Thanks again for your help. And the food. And a place to sleep." I smiled, and stifled another yawn with my fist. "Good night, Aerin." I summoned my considerable courage -- born of a complete lack of self preservation skills -- and stepped in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. I hoped she didn't slap me. Or punch me. I could tell she liked me at least a little bit, but still... the possibility existed.
"See you in the morning!"
[member="Ærin Firebrand"]