Prodigal

[dejah_thoris]

After a long day in the forge, and a long night of pacing the corridors of the bar looking for Curtis, Dejah had come back to her rooms and tried to work on the prostheses.  She'd made significant progress, building the initial layer of isolates and imprinting the neurological signature she'd recorded the very first day onto the layer itself.  It took an incredible amount of focus and when she was done, she lay her tools on her work bench.  Bleary-eyed and exhausted, she made her way to the bed.


She didn't wake for many hours.  Not even the recurring image of Curtis's shy smile melting into the leering grin of Matai Chang could manage to stir her from sleep.  It was late in the day when she rolled over and peered at the window.  The sun was going down.  Or was it coming up? She couldn't tell.

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[dejah_thoris]

She sighs as his embrace tightens, melts against him, into him. She needs this, needs someone to lean against, someone to hold onto. And it feels greedy and selfish to even ask for it but -- Sweet Issus, she wants him to need her, too. And not just for the material things she has to offer him.

She holds onto him for a long quiet moment, and when the hug finally breaks, she pulls back enough to put some air between them. Her hands catch his, still holding onto him. As if she's afraid, if she lets go, he'll disappear in a puff of smoke.

"You'll ask Edgar about visiting the meadow?"

[2goodarms]

"Yeah." Gently, he squeezes her hand. "I'll tell you what he says soon as I hear it."

[dejah_thoris]

She nods, shakes her head, laughs a little.

"And I'll let Tars know, about the rest." She grins up at him. "I am terrible at goodbyes."

[2goodarms]

He chuckles, leans in to bump his nose against hers.

"Well," he says, "you know where to find me." Beat. "Kinda literally with that necklace now."

[dejah_thoris]

She chases after him, steals a quick kiss, grinning like a giddy school girl.

"Yes, well. I won't abuse the privilege, I promise. Now, go. Before I completely lose my mind."

[2goodarms]

"Wouldn't want that," he laughs.

Curtis grabs one more kiss before pulling away from Dejah. "Okay. I'll see you later. Have a good rest of the night."

Hauling himself off the couch, he grabs his coat; by now, it takes hardly any effort to shrug it on one-handed.

[dejah_thoris]

"You, too. I'll see you in the morning. I'm staying on the couch. This is me, staying on the couch. If I walk you to the door, you'll never make it there, so -- I'm staying put."

[2goodarms]

He shakes his head, still grinning. That's a bad thing? he wants to say -- but she's made it clear she doesn't want anything to happen tonight. He'll save the temptation for later.

"I'm impressed," he says, as serenely as possible. "Anyway, um."

Curtis isn't too great at good-byes, either; he waves, a bit awkward.

"Bye."

And he's out the door before he can talk himself into staying just a little longer.

[dejah_thoris]

The moment the door is shut, Dejah falls backwards onto the couch, head in her hands, laughing. A moment later, she sighs, staring at the ceiling, her smile as bright as a lighthouse.

Always have to do things the hard way, don't you?