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[wethrinaer]

[he raises both eyebrows, but nods and moves to sit next to her. He scoots back a little bit to sit crosslegged]

[diamondhack]

[She'll match up next to him just so she can use his shoulder as a head prop. This is her completely giving up on life.]

I truly think this place will be the end of my youth and good looks, Maias. Remember me as I was, not as I am.

[wethrinaer]

[he lets out a sound that could be a laugh, if it had any actual noise to it. Maias puts his arm around her waist]

I doubt that.

[diamondhack]

Easy for you to say, you didn't live in fear of a bomb exploding in your face. [She sighs shortly.] You seem to be taking all of this in stride.

[wethrinaer]

No, I live with a different sort of fear. [he'd rather a bomb blow up in his face] Should I be taking it another way?

[diamondhack]

You could be taking it another way. [She turns her head upward to kiss the curve of his jaw.] That is entirely different from how you should be taking it.

[wethrinaer]

[well then. She had a very good point, one that he was suddenly finding very hard to ignore]

How forward of you. [that wasn't a complaint]

[diamondhack]

[She grins.] I'm nothing if not an honest thief.

[wethrinaer]

That's a little bit more than honest, my dear. [he was used to forward women . . . from his time and world. This was distinctly different]

[diamondhack]

[Honestly, that was one of the few times she didn't mean it like that but she's not about to complain when he's alright with it.] Are you averse to it, Maias?

[wethrinaer]

[he leans in to kiss her, brief, before he draws back to look at her again] You would know if I were.

[diamondhack]

[Now she (finally) takes off her glasses because she wants to get a damn good look at him.] Now aren't you glad I'm honest?

[wethrinaer]

I prefer honesty, you should know that by now.

[sitting up is too much effort, though; he's still exhausted, and while Isha is a very, very pleasant surprise considering he'd been planning on sleeping more, being upright just wasn't in his plans.

So he compromises. The arm around her waist pulls her closer, and he shifts so they can flop back onto his bunk, at least as comfortable as they can be]

[diamondhack]

[She laughs lightly when she gets pulled back.

Her fingers reach up and skim his cheek.] I seem to lie to everyone except you lately.

[wethrinaer]

Is that such a bad thing? One cannot lie all the time.

[diamondhack]

I've yet to decide.

[wethrinaer]

[he catches her hand and turns his head to kiss the palm]

Well, whatever you wish to tell me doesn't go beyond us. It isn't as though I haven't let a few of my lies slip with you.

[diamondhack]

[She likes his lips on her palm. She likes the attention he's giving her.

Isha smiles a little.] You'll be the first to know.

[wethrinaer]

Should I look forward to it?

[diamondhack]

[She turns into him, closing the space between them, or at least, what little there already was.] Perhaps.

[wethrinaer]

Leaving it up to me, then?

[she can get as close as she wants]

[diamondhack]

Why ruin the surprise?

[wethrinaer]

Because not everything has to be a surprise.

[diamondhack]

[She rolls onto her back, breathing in slowly. It's not the worst secret, but it's one the secrets that she'd kept to herself. The role of the vigilante was thrilling, but in the end, it did nothing lucrative for her.] I did do something heroic once. Legitimately heroic, mind you. I was young, 16 perhaps, and in school. I wanted the answers to a test. Philosophy bored me, as you can imagine, so I hacked into the school's system. I stole the test answers, and every other test to come, naturally, but I found something else. Long story short, I exposed the professor of having affairs with the students and I leaked it to the press. No one knew it was me. No one still knows it was me, aside from my father. At the age of 16 I had outperformed even the best hackers. [She scrubs a hand down her face.] I had so many men and women trying to find me for so many different reasons. It was a slap to the face of the institution. If they ever found out a nothing like me had done it they'd have even more reason to run me out. The heroics are not worth the trouble, I learned.

[wethrinaer]

[he listens quietly, but he can't help but snort at the end. He knew very well that heroics weren't worth it, and had known it since he was a child, and heard of all the stories of grandeur that were told, as if that was supposed to make him want to become head of the family any more]

That's quite impressive, I imagine, for one that young. [a little wryly] I don't see what's so wrong about an affair, though, but that may be because my time's . . . standards? Are a bit different. But it does sound impressive.

[he hums after another moment of silence, then:] When I was very, very young, I wanted to be a hero. That ended rather quickly, though.