Two-Bit Con Artist
Dosuun
Blackwater Reach
"Fingers here. Mhmm. Just like that. Now, slow, but firm. There's no rush, no hurry. Just right."
Irajah and [member="The Slave"] sat side by side on the piano bench in the solarium. She was teaching him to play, a simple but haunting tune- she couldn't have told him the name of the piece, or where she herself had learned it. She started with the chords, teaching him the progression as her right hand absently played the primary melody overlaid.
After that first, strange and awkward visit arranged by [member="Darth Imperia"], he had been true to his word- he had come to visit her of his own accord. And they had done all of the things he had said they would- and more.
Tea as the sun peaked just barely over the mountains, still somber from its midnight slumber. Long hours into the night, speaking of the magic that was bioengineering. And yes, even what food they enjoyed in the garden at all the wrong hours.
It was pleasant. More than. While Irajah had other lovers, few came to the out of the way Blackwater of their own accord. She traveled to them, not the other way around. But as Gideon grew and twisted inside of her, traveling became more and more taxing. Despite the fact that Blackwater was quiet and so empty, she spent more and more time there, out of simple necessity.
Everyone needs company, he'd said.
And in her case, that was true in far deeper ways than he could have guessed.
"Good, you're a natural," she murmured, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes with a small smile. "Want to give the melody a try now?"
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