[ The morning before Tara's first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to her door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]
Tara, Welcome to the Hex Club. I look forward to working with you. — Silco
[ Her knee jerk reaction is to tell her she doesn't want one. That Sam has better things to waste her time on, or even better people to waste her time with. They base so much of their relationship in the empty spaces they skirt around that obvious gestures can be far and between, and usually tinged with the feeling of inadequacy. Still, Tara doesn't want to make her sister miserable. Really, she doesn't. ]
chocolate with chocolate inside and covered in chocolate emphasis on the chocolate and super spongy
[ in truth, sam's been worrying that she both hasn't been doing enough to help tara adjust and about crowding her. there's also still that old instinct that being close would be doing her more harm than good, as much as she loves her and as much as she's missed her. but she's not about to let tara's birthday go by without celebrating it. ]
you've got it ❤️ any requests when it comes to dinner? i figure we can take over one of the smaller kitchens.
[ She knows Sam would throw her a big dinner party if she asked. She would jump for as many hoops as she needed to in order to fill the room, too. Normally Tara would be delighted to have someone do all that for her, but not Sam. She has asked enough of her, in a way. ]
i miss your casserole, been trying to imitate it but i can never get it quite right
[ she's a little surprised at the request tara makes for her dinner, and more than a little touched. she hadn't figured on that being a dish tara would miss enough to request, let along try making on her own. ]
i can do that, yeah. we'll make it nice. hit up the blockbuster, the holiday market, whatever you want to do.
[ It's the simple, small things. The taste of family, she would say. The pull of mundane, boring days that pass you by and you often forget about until it's too late. If Tara can hold to at least one, she would make it a selfish request. ]
okay i don't want anything big though, i don't think anyone knows
[ she can understand that, honestly. she'd thought about it a lot when she'd been gone, though her memories had been mostly centered around missing tara and trying to keep her unaware of her mother's more selfish, self-destructive tendencies. but there were still times earlier on where they felt closer to a family, when their grandmother had still been alive and their dad had still been in the picture and both had tried to keep up with traditions. ]
When you come on my cock, it's a solar pulse, waves you can track in telemetry, plasma hot and wet like a sun licking space.
I think about what it'd feel like if you laughed. Little vibrations in your little cunt. You're so tight, I'd know before I heard it, when it stops and you start to say my name.
[he's not actually trying to fuck with her head. not exactly. it's the only form of apology this part of him knows how to make. for the darkness. for the deceit.]
you're a quick study besides, it's the least i could do
[ She'll do a lot more than give him useful tips next time she can, too. ]
right now? just my panties usually you ask before, so i can tell you how i'm taking off my clothes still i'm sliding my free hand into them now, because i'm still wet
and now you have a pretty mental picture, see? teaching by example
They come on Christmas, the little jumble boxes. Each one of them small.
Opened, they reveal a mess of stainless steel jewelry—exactly enough pieces to block in the digits of her dominant hand.
Two ridged finger cuffs, enough to protect her phalanges—even if she were to grab something sharp. Stackable rings studded with blunt spikes. They aren't weapons, not exactly; it just hurts to be hit in the face by anybody wearing any ring.
The card is simply signed: 'Qimir.'
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📦 delivery.
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Welp, she's in, better do a good job. She's a master at exceeding expectations after all. Usually because she makes sure the bar is stupid low.
Let's mix some drinks. ]
@buck120
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[ Her knee jerk reaction is to tell her she doesn't want one. That Sam has better things to waste her time on, or even better people to waste her time with. They base so much of their relationship in the empty spaces they skirt around that obvious gestures can be far and between, and usually tinged with the feeling of inadequacy. Still, Tara doesn't want to make her sister miserable. Really, she doesn't. ]
chocolate with chocolate inside and covered in chocolate
emphasis on the chocolate
and super spongy
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you've got it ❤️
any requests when it comes to dinner? i figure we can take over one of the smaller kitchens.
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i miss your casserole, been trying to imitate it but i can never get it quite right
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i can do that, yeah.
we'll make it nice. hit up the blockbuster, the holiday market, whatever you want to do.
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okay
i don't want anything big though, i don't think anyone knows
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okay.
is there anyone you'd like to know?
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i don't really know
there's people i've met and all, but i wouldn't call anyone a friend yet
i think
kinda wishing i had more time to prepare this, but if we're still here a year from now, at least it should be easier
@qimir | 1/5 | days and weeks after the misfire glitch
Did this go through?
2/5
3/5
I tried.
[to what? apologize? unclear.]
4/5
I can fly a spaceship. This should not be more difficult.
[(koby was right, he's decided; they are a little like. she's 'bossy,' too. maybe moreso when their damn phones are working.)]
5/5 (for now?)
there's no text. just the laconic, fanatical persistence of a maniac accustomed to hunting jedi in the woods.]
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okay
babe?
i don't care how many people you might have ended up fucking because of this
[ She cares. A lot. She knows he's not hers but now she wonders if she wants that. And if she wanting that goes anywhere beyond sheer pettiness. ]
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that's sweet of you
didn't know you did sweet
ok done
you're invited to keep waxing poetic, if you want to help me over here
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I'm still learning local vernacular, that's all. Putting my dick in you? That what I'm supposed to say?
I come in all flavors.
[she's going to groan. too literal. but it works as a metaphor. he's been a lot of people.]
2/2
I think about what it'd feel like if you laughed. Little vibrations in your little cunt. You're so tight, I'd know before I heard it, when it stops and you start to say my name.
[he's not actually trying to fuck with her head. not exactly. it's the only form of apology this part of him knows how to make. for the darkness. for the deceit.]
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Her reply takes a bit, because she's hot and bothered enough to turn her attention away from the phone. ]
well, that was a great stress relief
we need to work on your sexting though
wanna give it another try? you can start asking me what i'm wearing
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I appreciate it. Withholding feedback never does anyone favors.
What are you wearing?
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besides, it's the least i could do
[ She'll do a lot more than give him useful tips next time she can, too. ]
right now? just my panties
usually you ask before, so i can tell you how i'm taking off my clothes
still
i'm sliding my free hand into them now, because i'm still wet
and now you have a pretty mental picture, see?
teaching by example
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I do see.
Then I ask: What color are they?
[asking questions is an essential part of a well-rounded education.]
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what are you wearing, handsome?
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[it certainly hasn't before!]
Don't know why that surprises me. Pink, and a little bow on top.
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send pics, pretty please
well, they're cute
they're my cute, not-looking-to-fuck stay in bed panties.
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It sounds somewhere warm, wherever you are.
xmas gift 2025;
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She's totally getting off to these bad boys thinking of him. ]