and there was one bed
Sep. 19th, 2024 02:20 am[It's been three weeks and change, since that day.
It shouldn't be this awkward, or bad, or terrible; it's been nearly a month of celebration and recovery really. Jing Yuan had seen their skiff off personally, with a nice little set of packed lunches (insufferably domestic of him (what a horrible thought to have about a fellow General)) and a gentle smile that Feixiao knew hid a vicious chessmaster. This was probably a move of his. Best not to think about it.
The Yaoqing was far enough - docked into another sector several galaxies away - that their entourage would need to spend a night to refuel on a major IPC station. A modern, bustling slice of a metropolis that required sheafs upon sheafs of diplomatic paperwork.
This is what she's working on, lying on her belly on the floor in workout clothes, next to the giant, fuckoff bed in her room. It's a beautiful suite - offered to the Merlin's Claw, of course - very large. Spacious. Lots of dark, high corners. A shame that she was the only one in it.
For now. Because she'd sabotaged her faithful retainers' rooms, destroying the air circulation systems, arranging for the rest of the hotel to be occupied. She hasn't been subtle about it at all, but she wanted to force them together; she's tired of the eggshells, and the careful little smiles. Their easy camaraderie from before this trip was gone, and she wanted it back.]
It shouldn't be this awkward, or bad, or terrible; it's been nearly a month of celebration and recovery really. Jing Yuan had seen their skiff off personally, with a nice little set of packed lunches (insufferably domestic of him (what a horrible thought to have about a fellow General)) and a gentle smile that Feixiao knew hid a vicious chessmaster. This was probably a move of his. Best not to think about it.
The Yaoqing was far enough - docked into another sector several galaxies away - that their entourage would need to spend a night to refuel on a major IPC station. A modern, bustling slice of a metropolis that required sheafs upon sheafs of diplomatic paperwork.
This is what she's working on, lying on her belly on the floor in workout clothes, next to the giant, fuckoff bed in her room. It's a beautiful suite - offered to the Merlin's Claw, of course - very large. Spacious. Lots of dark, high corners. A shame that she was the only one in it.
For now. Because she'd sabotaged her faithful retainers' rooms, destroying the air circulation systems, arranging for the rest of the hotel to be occupied. She hasn't been subtle about it at all, but she wanted to force them together; she's tired of the eggshells, and the careful little smiles. Their easy camaraderie from before this trip was gone, and she wanted it back.]