Lodestone: A Wynston/Ruth Alternate Universe
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12.20.2012 , 10:20 PM |
L + 7 years, part 1
She had seen him around. Several times, actually, during infighting flare-ups on Dromund Kaas or altercations on the war front. He was a good sort. Honorable, more interested in the Empire's good than his own gain. So when he extended an invitation to some social function, she went with it. Networking with Sith was primarily Jaesa's job, but it couldn't hurt for Ruth to see and be seen a little in Kaas City.
She spent a little time annoying several prominent Sith by describing victories earned and worlds brought into the fold with minimal force. When she had gotten bored of their annoyance she drifted off toward an alcove, where the man who had invited her found her not long after.
"Is the crowd not to your liking, Wrath?" He had a pleasant baritone voice, a curl of humor that lacked the malice most Sith cultivated.
"I believe I'm not to theirs. It's good to have a presence here, but I'm glad my work keeps me in the field much of the time."
"I know the feeling. It may not be more honest on the front as such, but circumstances there make much shorter work of fools." He sipped his drink and smiled. "If you're quite tired of the party, we might discuss matters some place more private."
"No, thank you." He was a decent enough Sith that she wanted to be nice about it. "I'm spoken for."
He raised his eyebrows. "And I would never dream of disrupting arrangements. But I don't see him here tonight."
Ruth smiled and, without lifting a hand, firmly Force pushed the man back a step. "I do."
L + 7 years, part 2
The disguise generator's prototype forcefield capacity was holding up very well. Which was good, because this mark didn't seem susceptible to very many means of persuasion and she wouldn't consider a Chiss for the means he had available.
Ah, job calculations.
When it came to this he had always had a lot of considerations running in his head at once. Time, place, mood, gather any background or psychological tidbits he could from the conversation here and now, tease out and enjoy any and every wonderful little detail the girl had to offer; maintain situational awareness, keep half an eye out for alternatives to seduction – not that he had traditionally put much thought into that element – on and on, traditional baseline considerations running alongside perpetual novelty.
This, in the field, it was habit, restless. Challenging. Often useful. It got results. Sometimes it felt like it was just something to do until he came home.
He couldn't help thinking of her on some level every time. The one who skipped the lies, the continuous paranoia. Skipped the guesswork while still somehow being new every time.
There were, in the galaxy, a great many charmers with a great many charms. The agent did what the agent did best, and Wynston thought of home.
I do not feel that this is a sad or destructive arrangement, not for consenting adults. Ruth is very much a monogamist by nature, and Wynston is very much not, and that's one of the things they accept – with the understanding that he keeps it out of sight – because for them it's not a dealbreaker.
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