Lodestone: A Wynston/Ruth Alternate Universe
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12.19.2012 , 08:14 PM |
L + 4 years
"Jaesa," said Ruth. "You're doing it again."
"Doing what?" Jaesa said innocently.
"Losing your focus into the middle distance while grinning? And humming."
"Criticizing that these days would be the height of hypocrisy, master."
"Let the record show," announced Vette, "that Ruth called Jaesa on it first today. By the way, this is why I'm leaving you all next week."
"Again," said Ruth. "I hope your museum people appreciate the time you put in."
"They appreciate the artifacts I put in more. We've got a good thing going. But, I'm not gonna let that distract me from mocking – see!?"
Jaesa started and looked guilty.
"Goo goo eyes," said Vette. "She had 'em."
"She definitely did," said Ruth.
"When are you due for your next boy-fix?" inquired Vette.
Jaesa blushed prettily. "I'll be seeing Kaeve this weekend."
"You can do all the nice-guy Sith activism-y things together. I'm gonna vote 'skeptical' on the meeting guys through work thing, but you're clearly having a good time."
"He's a good man," said Jaesa.
"A good googly-eye-inducing one. I am glad somebody on Dromund Kaas knows how to have a good time." Vette rounded on Ruth. "Speaking of. Where's Blue Power this week? I did not drag him on board kicking and screaming on Corellia just to have him wander off every time I turn my back."
"He wanders at will, Vette. It's one of his defining characteristics. People do that when you don't nail them down."
"So get naili…I am not going to finish that sentence."
Ruth grinned. "I'll see him when I see him. Googly eyes will be had, if it makes you feel any better."
"He still sending you love letters?"
"Oh. Stars. Vette, don't even–"
"Because I think that was the best dirty tidbit I ever found on him in files you may have accidentally left open." She spread her hands in the air across an imaginary console screen. "'Things are busy. Take care. W.' Hey, are you up to a full-name basis yet?"
"Vette, shut up."
Vette waved her hands again as if opening a new message. "I can see it now: 'Hi. Can't talk now. W.' Ooh, ooh, or the classic 'Thinking of you. Try not to die. Love, Wynston.'" – Is that too personal? Are you not there yet?"
"His last note had a whole ten words at least, possibly more. Happy?"
"Were they dirty?"
"No!" Ruth giggled and looked over to where the kitchen droid was entering. "Hey, look, a distraction."
It was much later in the evening, and the conversation had wandered far and wide, when Jaesa made noises about leaving and Vette stretched and finally set down the deathglow she had been nursing.
"Jaesa, before you go anywhere, should we, I dunno, say a few words or something?" suggested the Twi'lek. "About, you know. That thing I was out of town for a few weeks back. I'm not saying Broonmark wasn't a horrifying walking pile of bloodshed, but he was with us for a while."
Ruth sobered. "He fought well. The Sith who laid that trap for me weren't intending to leave survivors, but he broke the line before they got him…fearless to the end. Terrifying, even by Sith industry standards, but he brought us a long way."
"Would you believe," said Jaesa, "the first thing he did when we first talked was to give me a lecture on staying warm? He thought 'Sith clan apprentice' was going to freeze dressing the way I did."
"I was too busy hiding from him to get that lecture," said Vette. "Continuously. For the entirety of his stay with you, Miss Wrath."
"He stood by me," said Ruth. "That makes up for all." She raised her glass, feeling a sharp dual twinge as a backhanded toast came to mind. "To Broonmark," she said. "He was still nicer than Quinn."
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