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08.04.2012 , 12:36 PM |
Prompt: Guilty Pleasures
Characters: Malavai Quinn and LS!Jaesa Wilsaam
Set in the
Ninety Seven Percent
These two are too fun to play with.
. He moved the hovering magnifying lens up and out of the way to examine his work. It had been some time since he had indulged this particular urge. With the goings on, near death, frequent terrors (
just dreams, don’t be dramatic
) and panic attacks (
just palpitations, nothing more
) he had found little urge for his hobbies. Jaesa was persistent, of course, that he reaffirm his love for… whatever it was he loved. And she knew he loved something, no matter how adamant he was about a “professional enjoyment”. And it really bothered her when he used that phrase about their private time together (
stop being dramatic
“Is that a rancor?” someone asked, suddenly behind him.
He started and barely stifled a shout. He spun on his stool to face his intruder with wide-eyes.
“I gave you my door code for emergencies only, Jaesa,” he said reproachfully.
“You missed lunch,” she stated.
He tilted his head for a moment, calculating the exact hour. He had missed lunch. By two hours. He sighed quietly then nodded to her. “Yes, it is a rancor,” he said softly.
“Were you painting it?”
He nodded quietly. He waited for her to laugh at his whimsy, to tell him it was a stupid hobby and he was a stupid man for enjoying it. A military man with such a silly hobby, hah. Jaesa stepped around where he was sitting on the stool and grabbed a different miniature off the desk. It was a rather angry looking Darth Marr.
“This is incredible!” she exclaimed.
“Really?” he asked, disbelief edging into his voice. When she nodded, he preened. “I sculpt them, as well.”
“You’re so talented, Malavai, why do you hide this?”
“My father said it was a weakness, to have a hobby, something you enjoy doing,” he explained.
“I’m not a weakness, am I?” she asked innocently.
He made a choking noise and sputtered something about “indignities”. She laughed softly at his discomfort. Even in private, he was a private man. Which made no sense (
it makes perfect sense, don’t be silly
“What others have you made?” she asked as she set Darth Marr next to the rancor. Quinn swiftly moved Marr to another spot on his desk, far away from the freshly painted rancor. Jaesa laughed under her breath. He shot her a look before opening a drawer filled with neatly lined miniatures. He picked one, seemingly at random, and handed it to her. She recognized it immediately.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed in astonishment.
The level of detail was amazing. The hair looked real enough to brush, the eyes stared back calmly. Even the lightsaber hilt had the intricate design of the real thing. She waited for the tiny woman in the palm of her hand to spring to life. When she didn’t (not that she was disappointed), she placed the figure on his desk.
“That is… me,” she said quietly.
“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly. “I have sculpted the entire crew, the Dark Council, some tombs on Korriban, Elara Dorne, and many miscellaneous military personnel I have encountered during my career. I even sculpted Broysc once. Not sure where that one got off to.”
Out an airlock with the real Broysc.
“Who’s Elara Dorne?”
“A woman I courted before her defection to the Republic,” he said plainly.
She nodded sagely, withholding comment on his use of “courting”. It was a perfectly valid way to describe a non-professional, intimate relationship, he argued. Yes, yes, she said to placate him. He pouted for days after that conversation. In private, of course.
“Do you have a mini-you in that drawer?” she asked sweetly.
“Can I see him?” she giggled.
“I’m not quite sure what is so funny,” he huffed.
“Just gimme!” she said impatiently. She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers in front of his face. He batted her hand away gently. From his drawer he pulled out a little Malavai Quinn (dressed in Imperial greys, naturally) and handed it to her. She smiled at the figure in her hand. He had even painted his moles. Though she shouldn’t have been so surprised at his level of detail, he was the Darth of anal behavior. Quickly, she snatched the mini-Jaesa and took a few steps back from where Quinn was seated. He fixed her with a quizzical look. Giggling, she made the two figures kiss and added her own sound effects.
“What are you doing?” he asked. He knew what she was doing, he more wanted to know why.
“I’m not doing it, they are!” she giggled.
He shook his head at her frivolity. He reached her in two measured steps, but she danced away from his reach.
“Be careful,” he said softly. “Those are fragile.”
“Don’t seem to be,” she giggled, still smooshing their faces together.
“That’s something Vette would do, if she found my collection,” he said plainly.
She immediately stopped her behavior. He smirked. That always made her stop unwanted behavior. Gently, he pried them from her suddenly still hands. He looked at the tiny couple cupped in his hand and smiled.
“They do look awfully good together,” she said softly.
“Yes,” he said equally as soft, “they complement each other well.”
He curled his fingers around the two figures gently. Turning on his heel, he cleared his desk of his supplies and placed his miniatures in their proper places. Satisfied that all was where it should be, he turned to Jaesa.
“Now, I do believe I have missed lunch,” Quinn stated.
Jaesa squeaked an “oh” and ran from the room. Out of breath, she ran back into the room with a small basket in her hands. He fixed her with a small smile as she set about laying out her picnic supplies. It was another guilty pleasure of his, these quiet, intimate times. Jaesa finally sat down and patted a spot next to her. He bowed to her gratefully before taking a seat to her right. He turned his head to face her.
“Life imitates art, don’t you think?” he asked lightly.
When she turned her head to answer, he leaned forward to capture her lips. She giggled and pulled him atop her. Lunch was forgotten for a while after.
Fixed a few errors I spotted later. The italicized text is Quinn interjecting his thoughts. He's rather pushy.
I prefer insistent
Anyway, I was going to make the figure Darth Malgus as a nod to the collector's edition (which I do not have, but Malgus looks so cool), but I went with Marr.
He wears a mask, how can he look angry?
Stance, my dear Watson. Angry stance.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!
Quick Quinn Quotes
Ninety Seven Percent
Ald, the Silly Sith Warrior