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03.03.2013 , 09:27 PM |
The Morning After
, taking the most direct interpretation with Nic and Corso. 500 words, no game spoilers.
"Captain. Can we talk?"
I'd just gotten dressed for the day, Corso was in my doorway, and I had a bad feeling about this.
The previous day had gone really well as far as I was concerned. Had some adventures, got some gratitude and some cash out of some Alderaanian nobles, ran through a near-death experience, finally got the farmboy worked up to do something about that tension that's been building since forever. The woods in the mountains in the middle of nowhere; not my usual scene, so doubly fun. Took him long enough to get there, given he'd been guiltily checking me out since day one.
We'd gotten back to the ship with awkward short conversational scraps, and then I'd slept, and now here he was.
"Yeah, sure," I said, vague dread notwithstanding. How bad could it be?
"This, uh. I never…we got this backwards, Captain. What does...what happened...what's it mean for us?"
Oh. Meaning. Cue to leave town? Yeah, only he lived on my ship. I blew some hair out of my face. "It doesn't have to mean all that much. We like each other, we were in the mood. It was good. Why question it?"
"Because it matters. We were...that was...you deserve better than a one-night stand. That wasn't a one-night stand. Was it?"
I smirked. "Doesn't have to be."
He blushed, hard. "That’s–that's not what I...." He hid his face in his hands for a moment, took a deep breath. "Can you take this seriously? Just for a minute?"
"Of course I take you seriously."
"I'm not sure you do!" Whoa, anger. "This changes everything, Nic, don't you see that?"
"Why should it? You're here, you're hot, you're sweet. I'm not looking for a wedding chapel."
"So that's it." His voice practically cracked. "This was a fling, and now we're...totally normal again."
"I don't accept that."
Dammit, kid. "So, what, you're gonna start dictating terms? I owe you now?" The one thing I truly hated about him, his idea of taking charge. Why did he have to break it out now? "We're not talking about this. It was great." Surprisingly so. "Don't ruin it."
"Stop!" When I tried to walk out he stepped to block my path, glaring down at me with all the righteousness only he could wield like that.
Again, he made no sense. "What do you want?" I demanded.
"I want to be with you. I want something real, not just – not just one of your flings. I want something better for you. For us."
Aaand raving again. I was clearly supposed to see something positive about this whole big idea of his, but I didn't. "I don't know what you're talking about." Enough. I pushed at him, and when he didn't budge I squeezed around him to head to the bridge. It was time to be somewhere else.
Dammit, why could he never just let a good thing be?
There's this entire troubled arc in my head that I never really tried expressing. Anyway, here's a milestone in it.
I'm never sure whether I make Corso too easily seduceable. I think he could be convinced even by someone who isn't conforming to his mental script. Then he would freak out.
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