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mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
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IC Contact Post [Hadriel]
This is Maketh Tua. State your business.
Maketh hums, closing her eyes. Just taking in the warmth. Skin on skin. "You were wonderful. Of that I assure you, wife."
Rey sighs, still reeling but content. She presses her forehead to Maketh's, savoring her closeness.
"Mm. Wonderful. I like that. Don't know what I was expecting, but... I like it." She pauses, giving Maketh a quick kiss. "Thank you. For being with me."
"Mm. Wonderful. I like that. Don't know what I was expecting, but... I like it." She pauses, giving Maketh a quick kiss. "Thank you. For being with me."
Maketh closes her eyes, leaving her hand there on Rey's cheek. She's content now, more so than she has been in a long time. "Where else would I be?"
A quiet laugh escapes her.
"I don't know. Maybe it's more about where I'd be. I felt so lost." She cups her hand over Maketh's cheek as well, her thumb stroking her face. "But this? Feels like home."
It's strange. Rey can't think of ever feeling so grounded like this before. She doesn't want to let it go.
"I don't know. Maybe it's more about where I'd be. I felt so lost." She cups her hand over Maketh's cheek as well, her thumb stroking her face. "But this? Feels like home."
It's strange. Rey can't think of ever feeling so grounded like this before. She doesn't want to let it go.
"Home."
Maketh has lived many places. Conquered some, or watched them be conquered. Some of them had felt right, though very few had been home. But this--
Perhaps she could try.
Maketh tips her head, chasing the feeling.
"I like that."
Maketh has lived many places. Conquered some, or watched them be conquered. Some of them had felt right, though very few had been home. But this--
Perhaps she could try.
Maketh tips her head, chasing the feeling.
"I like that."
Being something of a wayfarer herself, Rey hadn't known what it felt like to settle in one place for very long. And even then, she was almost always ready to pack up and move.
Right now, however, moving is the last thing she wants to do.
She closes her eyes, nuzzling against Maketh's forehead with a serene smile.
"Please stay with me," she whispers.
Right now, however, moving is the last thing she wants to do.
She closes her eyes, nuzzling against Maketh's forehead with a serene smile.
"Please stay with me," she whispers.
"I will."
Perhaps, in a little while, they'll move to a bed. Maketh feels rather content now, Rey's arms around her. The sound of her breathing a gentle lull in the background. Gently, she flicks at Rey's hair. Smiles against her chest.
"Wife."
Perhaps, in a little while, they'll move to a bed. Maketh feels rather content now, Rey's arms around her. The sound of her breathing a gentle lull in the background. Gently, she flicks at Rey's hair. Smiles against her chest.
"Wife."
Everything still feels like it's spinning, but in a good way. She'd never felt like this about anyone before. Those feelings mix with dream-thought and her waking mind as memories blend together. How real this feels. How good it is. How badly she yearns for it. How frightening it was to her before.
She hums, holding Maketh just a while longer. They needed this, she thinks. They both did, especially Rey.
Her arms squeeze around her wife, unable to bare the thought of letting go.
"I don't want to wake up," she murmurs to herself.
Because she realizes that Maketh won't be there when she does.
She hums, holding Maketh just a while longer. They needed this, she thinks. They both did, especially Rey.
Her arms squeeze around her wife, unable to bare the thought of letting go.
"I don't want to wake up," she murmurs to herself.
Because she realizes that Maketh won't be there when she does.
Maketh closes her eyes, sighing against Rey's neck. Listening to her heartbeat, letting herself settle. The feel of sweat and warm skin, something that ought to be unpleasant but somehow isn't. She's comforted. Safe, even.
"Sleep," she murmurs. "We have all the time in the world."
"Sleep," she murmurs. "We have all the time in the world."
[Rey brings Maketh to Rome's house, after everything.
Rome has been expecting the both of them and so his bed is made, his house is clean. Rey doesn't think it would be a good idea to stay around, and so Rome lets her go, confident in his abilities to keep Maketh in check, if need be.
He's still not sure how he feels about this. For all intents and purposes, Maketh has fulfilled the role of his handler in the past few months, and Rome isn't exactly comfortable with the sudden lack of that structure. Still, this is something he needs to do: for Rey and for the guard, and perhaps most importantly, for Maketh.
When she wakes, she will be laying on his bed with freshly washed sheets and a near-spotless room around her, shoes waiting for her at the foot of the bed, everything else intact. There is a warm cup of tea on the bedside table, a small cup with several pills next to it- painkillers, should she need them.
Rome is puttering around the kitchen, cooking. It doesn't exactly smell great, but it doesn't seem too disastrous either.]
Rome has been expecting the both of them and so his bed is made, his house is clean. Rey doesn't think it would be a good idea to stay around, and so Rome lets her go, confident in his abilities to keep Maketh in check, if need be.
He's still not sure how he feels about this. For all intents and purposes, Maketh has fulfilled the role of his handler in the past few months, and Rome isn't exactly comfortable with the sudden lack of that structure. Still, this is something he needs to do: for Rey and for the guard, and perhaps most importantly, for Maketh.
When she wakes, she will be laying on his bed with freshly washed sheets and a near-spotless room around her, shoes waiting for her at the foot of the bed, everything else intact. There is a warm cup of tea on the bedside table, a small cup with several pills next to it- painkillers, should she need them.
Rome is puttering around the kitchen, cooking. It doesn't exactly smell great, but it doesn't seem too disastrous either.]
All the time in the world. It's a nice thought, even when time itself is always fleeting. Every fiber in her wants them to stay here forever, in this moment. Still, Rey wants to believe...
Her eyes flutter shut then, just feeling Maketh pressed to her. Taking in every second of it and committing this moment to a memory so it'll never die.
It'll be a while before she wakes. Take it while it lasts.
Her eyes flutter shut then, just feeling Maketh pressed to her. Taking in every second of it and committing this moment to a memory so it'll never die.
It'll be a while before she wakes. Take it while it lasts.
[Maketh wakes up slowly, taking inventory of her surroundings and herself before she attempts to move. A neat room, perfectly clean. Her head is pounding. There's pain between her eyes, bruises rising.
Piece by piece, she remembers.
She breathes. Sits up slowly. Puts her boots back on. The painkillers she ignores.
Rome is working in the kitchen. Maketh stands in the doorway, watching him.
Her expression is cold.]
Am I to assume you have betrayed me as well?
Piece by piece, she remembers.
She breathes. Sits up slowly. Puts her boots back on. The painkillers she ignores.
Rome is working in the kitchen. Maketh stands in the doorway, watching him.
Her expression is cold.]
Am I to assume you have betrayed me as well?
[He can hear the movement, but he lets her get up on her own time, come into consciousness in her own terms. He keeps working, stirring at the pot for a few more moments until her voice rings out across the room.
The food can simmer for a moment. He turns toward her, neutral as ever, even under her accusation.]
No ma'am.
[Of course not. There's no sense beating around the bush here.]
I don't have the power to undo what was done, but it isn't my place to question your judgement.
The food can simmer for a moment. He turns toward her, neutral as ever, even under her accusation.]
No ma'am.
[Of course not. There's no sense beating around the bush here.]
I don't have the power to undo what was done, but it isn't my place to question your judgement.
[He could be lying, though there wouldn't be much point in it. Maketh thins her mouth, nodding just once. Rome is straightforward to the extreme. One day, she will teach him to lie.]
The others have moved against me.
[It's said quite calmly. No use in arguing against the truth.]
Does the rest of the Guard know?
The others have moved against me.
[It's said quite calmly. No use in arguing against the truth.]
Does the rest of the Guard know?
They have.
[He acknowledges- there's no use in sugarcoating it or lying about it. Rey told him that Maketh was removed from her position, that Henry and Nick would back up the statement. It's a tough pill to swallow, but she can't hide from it.]
Henry hasn't made an official statement. When Rey brought you here, she said that Henry and Nick were in agreement about it- so the three of them, at least.
[He acknowledges- there's no use in sugarcoating it or lying about it. Rey told him that Maketh was removed from her position, that Henry and Nick would back up the statement. It's a tough pill to swallow, but she can't hide from it.]
Henry hasn't made an official statement. When Rey brought you here, she said that Henry and Nick were in agreement about it- so the three of them, at least.
[The ruckus in the background is audible enough, rumbling the walls of the building Rey's sought refuge in. She's already reached out to Nick and Henry, and seen what happened to the latter on the network. If it all goes to hell here, then she can't carry the last words she had with Maketh as final.]
Maketh.
I know I'm-- [something collapses in the background] --probably the last person you want to hear from right now, and I don't expect you to answer, but--
[Laser fire. Crash. Yelling in the distance. Someone needs help? Can't tell.] Please be safe.
[Like Rey said, she doesn't expect a reply. Not now. So she runs back into the fray.]
Maketh.
I know I'm-- [something collapses in the background] --probably the last person you want to hear from right now, and I don't expect you to answer, but--
[Laser fire. Crash. Yelling in the distance. Someone needs help? Can't tell.] Please be safe.
[Like Rey said, she doesn't expect a reply. Not now. So she runs back into the fray.]
Where are you?
[Maketh's voice is sharp and cool. Businesslike. She's been in war zones before.]
[Maketh's voice is sharp and cool. Businesslike. She's been in war zones before.]
[What timing. She doesn't expect the response, but there it is. Rey is silent for a moment, with only the raucous sound of battle going on around her. She's traveled zones like these; she can survive it alone.]
Doesn't matter. I'll be somewhere else soon, anyway.
[Another pause. Don't choke.]
Goodbye.
[And that's all she wrote.]
Doesn't matter. I'll be somewhere else soon, anyway.
[Another pause. Don't choke.]
Goodbye.
[And that's all she wrote.]
Don't give me that shit, Rey--
[Maketh takes a breath. Centers herself.]
State your coordinates.
[She repeats the message several more times, though there's no response.]
Answer me, soldier!
[Nothing.]
[Maketh takes a breath. Centers herself.]
State your coordinates.
[She repeats the message several more times, though there's no response.]
Answer me, soldier!
[Nothing.]
[That means she's lost her major supporters. The other Guardsmen will follow Nick and Henry before they follow her.
Maketh crosses her arms, watching him.]
When will they announce it?
Maketh crosses her arms, watching him.]
When will they announce it?
I don't know.
[Though he wishes he had a better answer for her. It's clear that she disagrees with what was done- Rome just doesn't know what that entails for the rest of them.]
I wasn't told what would happen from here. [He hesitates, not wanting to overstep his bounds.]
But- I'm sure you'll be reinstated. You're an extremely competent leader.
[Though he wishes he had a better answer for her. It's clear that she disagrees with what was done- Rome just doesn't know what that entails for the rest of them.]
I wasn't told what would happen from here. [He hesitates, not wanting to overstep his bounds.]
But- I'm sure you'll be reinstated. You're an extremely competent leader.
Doubtful. They disagree with my methods. I am no longer trusted.
[There's no use in wallowing. They have work to do. Maketh thins her mouth.]
Who has the weapon now?
[There's no use in wallowing. They have work to do. Maketh thins her mouth.]
Who has the weapon now?
[He shakes his head.]
They don't know. I don't either.
[Rome doesn't know enough about Maketh's methods, and even if he did, he wouldn't disagree. The idea of disagreeing is just not built into him, and besides- he's intimately familiar with 'the ends justify the means' as a mentality. He functions just fine within that framework; it's all he's ever known.]
Miss Rey is under the impression that you know where it is.
They don't know. I don't either.
[Rome doesn't know enough about Maketh's methods, and even if he did, he wouldn't disagree. The idea of disagreeing is just not built into him, and besides- he's intimately familiar with 'the ends justify the means' as a mentality. He functions just fine within that framework; it's all he's ever known.]
Miss Rey is under the impression that you know where it is.
[So they haven't tracked it down yet. There's still time. Maketh thins her mouth, watching Rome. He's been straightforward to the extreme thus far, a good soldier. Probably one of her best. And now she must trust him with something that matters.]
I do. You're not going to betray me now, are you?
[It's asked softly. Maketh already knows the answer. But she wants him to say it.]
I do. You're not going to betray me now, are you?
[It's asked softly. Maketh already knows the answer. But she wants him to say it.]
[There's a long pause.
Maketh has become akin to his handler, whether she intended to or not. She's been responsible for him, offered him the structure he desperately needed to keep from falling apart, dealt with him with a firm hand and has been, more or less, resolute and agreeable ever since his arrival here. He's interacted with her more than any other member of the guard, trusts her more than anyone else in the city.
But she's been relieved of her position. She exists now, outside of the structure that he needs, and he has promised his loyalty to the Guard. Granted, the promise was through her, so- where does that leave him?
He'd told Rey that he would do as she asked and report anything he learned from Maketh to her, but Rey wasn't his handler. Rey technically did not have a position of superiority over him in the guard- though now, neither does Maketh.
The choice for him isn't a moral one in the slightest, but rather one of loyalty. He doesn't have any sort of opinion about the weapon or the gods or the Null or any of it- it all boils down to his duty and his obligation to his superiors. He's a good soldier. He always has been.
So when he finally speaks, he elects for complete honesty.]
Rey instructed me to glean the location of the weapon from you and report it to her.
Maketh has become akin to his handler, whether she intended to or not. She's been responsible for him, offered him the structure he desperately needed to keep from falling apart, dealt with him with a firm hand and has been, more or less, resolute and agreeable ever since his arrival here. He's interacted with her more than any other member of the guard, trusts her more than anyone else in the city.
But she's been relieved of her position. She exists now, outside of the structure that he needs, and he has promised his loyalty to the Guard. Granted, the promise was through her, so- where does that leave him?
He'd told Rey that he would do as she asked and report anything he learned from Maketh to her, but Rey wasn't his handler. Rey technically did not have a position of superiority over him in the guard- though now, neither does Maketh.
The choice for him isn't a moral one in the slightest, but rather one of loyalty. He doesn't have any sort of opinion about the weapon or the gods or the Null or any of it- it all boils down to his duty and his obligation to his superiors. He's a good soldier. He always has been.
So when he finally speaks, he elects for complete honesty.]
Rey instructed me to glean the location of the weapon from you and report it to her.
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