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*Art by: Karin Taylor (FB)
**Rias and Masika belong to me
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Thelostcause86
"It wasn't love...it was never love...but sometimes, we all need to be held in another's arms.
One thing I learned from my early travels aboard the transport ship was that pleasure and comfort did not have to be placed in the same category of commitment. I do not know what came over me when it came to Rias. She was a species so different from my own, so adventurous, so daring, with lack of structure, sometimes even lack of morals, and without any base belief or religion. As possibly the last of her species, she held nothing back, she did not see any point in hindering herself if she would die the last of her kind. Her goal was always to live her life to its fullest, and, to experience all things just like I wished to do.
So, what was I to do when she had her moments of weakness? what could be do floating among the stars with no other planets in sight? Alone out in space...what comforts did we have but each other? for me, was it just the experience I wanted? The memories? The feeling? Was there a hope of something more there? I could never know. I was no more sure of myself in these moments than I had been leaving my planet. I was no sure of this moment now than I was about the current mission we were on. I feel as though it was part wishful thinking and then part rebellion. That a priestess such as myself might do something so taboo...not only with one of the same sex as I but of a different species. So, it may have just been an embrace, it may have just been nothing more than a kiss...but it lit a fire somewhere in me, a voice that laughed and through lewd gestures as those that might shake their heads at me. I knew I was acting young, childish, immature...but, if it was just for the experience, then, it was a good thing that I get it all out of my system now before consequence caught up to me.
the way she looked at me, such a creature was impossible to read. I only make this log now because I am still locked in confusion over everything that happened after that. She slept so soundly next to me, she never thrashed and would not mumble in her sleep as though confronting nightmares from her past. Yet, I know when we awake we will be strangers again, that the nights events affect nothing and that we are on a mission, nothing more...that the moment was fleeting, necessary only for sanity's sake. And, does it hurt? Am I logging this because I feel disappointed? angry? Ashamed of myself in a way? Or, an i logging because at the moment I feel close to nothing and yet expect a feeling to come about later? Is there something wrong with me if it doesn't?
Must there be feelings if all I wanted for a moment was for her to embrace me?"
Masika set down her pen and looked at the words written in the leather journal. She furrowed her brow and just pondered like she usually did. After she had held a long talk with the mechanic, in her heated temper, she had stormed right to Rias' cabin and kissed the woman out of fury. She was right in saying in her journal that it wasn't love...that being out alone in space had her stressed, that the mechanic made her stressed, that even Rias made her stressed...and while she had gone to the Captain's quarters for a purpose, she did not remember anymore what that purpose had been.
It was like for a moment she had seen red and then when she came to, she was lip-locked with Rias and they held each other for hours barely saying a word. That was the difference between them two...the mechanic and the captain. The mechanic...one of her own species, they could talk for hours. They could speak of anything: home-related, serious conversation, they could joke and laugh, they could just ponder, they could drink and be merry, share traditions and talk personally about everything and anything. But the captain?
While her motives and mission were more clear now...the rest of her was a mystery. what would she do upon completing her mission? what loyalty did she hold for her crew? What lengths would she go to get what she wanted? And though it was less unimportant...what the mechanic had said still stung at Masika: "How did Rias really feel?" and in addition to that: "Did Masika refelct those feelings?"
thus the journal.
Having held Rias all night, having pulled her close, having kissed her and felt her heat...why did Masika feel so, plain? Not to say she felt unimportant but that she did not feel? It was as if the embrace had been needed but that maybe it was a chore...that the kiss had accomplished its goal of relieving tension, but now it was not even worth keeping as a memory. Though Masika new that pleasures did not have to ring as astounding or important but merely for sake of fun...even though Rias acted as casually as she normally did, there was a feeling there that was unnerving, and Masika was trying to figure out what it was.
The captain's smile seemed brighter this morning and yet it seemed sad. Rias' mouth would open but no words would escape her and she would walk away from Masika with a gentle grin. It wasn't that there was an awkwardness in the air, and while Masika felt she was the one that should have been insulted by how "normal" they could act after all the times they had been having these midnight embraces...well, she felt nothing, but maybe, just maybe the Captain felt something? Then Masika had to wonder if maybe she was imagining the captain feeling for her and whether or not this was a result she wanted to happen?
As always, her mind was whirling with all the possibilities, making her dizzy as she scribbled away in her journal trying to make sense of things. these travels were meant to make life more understandable and yet it had only made things more confusing...and even though her mind was supposed to be figuring out the embraces, figuring out Rias and the kiss...the more she wrote...the more she found she kept back-tracking...
...going back to the conversation that had made her so angry, back to the engines rooms where her ears drooped because of the heat, back to the person she told every secret and every thought...everything shifted back to the Volcano Leothaun...back to the mechanic.
**Rias and Masika belong to me
***
Leothauns species created by 
Thelostcause86"It wasn't love...it was never love...but sometimes, we all need to be held in another's arms.
One thing I learned from my early travels aboard the transport ship was that pleasure and comfort did not have to be placed in the same category of commitment. I do not know what came over me when it came to Rias. She was a species so different from my own, so adventurous, so daring, with lack of structure, sometimes even lack of morals, and without any base belief or religion. As possibly the last of her species, she held nothing back, she did not see any point in hindering herself if she would die the last of her kind. Her goal was always to live her life to its fullest, and, to experience all things just like I wished to do.
So, what was I to do when she had her moments of weakness? what could be do floating among the stars with no other planets in sight? Alone out in space...what comforts did we have but each other? for me, was it just the experience I wanted? The memories? The feeling? Was there a hope of something more there? I could never know. I was no more sure of myself in these moments than I had been leaving my planet. I was no sure of this moment now than I was about the current mission we were on. I feel as though it was part wishful thinking and then part rebellion. That a priestess such as myself might do something so taboo...not only with one of the same sex as I but of a different species. So, it may have just been an embrace, it may have just been nothing more than a kiss...but it lit a fire somewhere in me, a voice that laughed and through lewd gestures as those that might shake their heads at me. I knew I was acting young, childish, immature...but, if it was just for the experience, then, it was a good thing that I get it all out of my system now before consequence caught up to me.
the way she looked at me, such a creature was impossible to read. I only make this log now because I am still locked in confusion over everything that happened after that. She slept so soundly next to me, she never thrashed and would not mumble in her sleep as though confronting nightmares from her past. Yet, I know when we awake we will be strangers again, that the nights events affect nothing and that we are on a mission, nothing more...that the moment was fleeting, necessary only for sanity's sake. And, does it hurt? Am I logging this because I feel disappointed? angry? Ashamed of myself in a way? Or, an i logging because at the moment I feel close to nothing and yet expect a feeling to come about later? Is there something wrong with me if it doesn't?
Must there be feelings if all I wanted for a moment was for her to embrace me?"
Masika set down her pen and looked at the words written in the leather journal. She furrowed her brow and just pondered like she usually did. After she had held a long talk with the mechanic, in her heated temper, she had stormed right to Rias' cabin and kissed the woman out of fury. She was right in saying in her journal that it wasn't love...that being out alone in space had her stressed, that the mechanic made her stressed, that even Rias made her stressed...and while she had gone to the Captain's quarters for a purpose, she did not remember anymore what that purpose had been.
It was like for a moment she had seen red and then when she came to, she was lip-locked with Rias and they held each other for hours barely saying a word. That was the difference between them two...the mechanic and the captain. The mechanic...one of her own species, they could talk for hours. They could speak of anything: home-related, serious conversation, they could joke and laugh, they could just ponder, they could drink and be merry, share traditions and talk personally about everything and anything. But the captain?
While her motives and mission were more clear now...the rest of her was a mystery. what would she do upon completing her mission? what loyalty did she hold for her crew? What lengths would she go to get what she wanted? And though it was less unimportant...what the mechanic had said still stung at Masika: "How did Rias really feel?" and in addition to that: "Did Masika refelct those feelings?"
thus the journal.
Having held Rias all night, having pulled her close, having kissed her and felt her heat...why did Masika feel so, plain? Not to say she felt unimportant but that she did not feel? It was as if the embrace had been needed but that maybe it was a chore...that the kiss had accomplished its goal of relieving tension, but now it was not even worth keeping as a memory. Though Masika new that pleasures did not have to ring as astounding or important but merely for sake of fun...even though Rias acted as casually as she normally did, there was a feeling there that was unnerving, and Masika was trying to figure out what it was.
The captain's smile seemed brighter this morning and yet it seemed sad. Rias' mouth would open but no words would escape her and she would walk away from Masika with a gentle grin. It wasn't that there was an awkwardness in the air, and while Masika felt she was the one that should have been insulted by how "normal" they could act after all the times they had been having these midnight embraces...well, she felt nothing, but maybe, just maybe the Captain felt something? Then Masika had to wonder if maybe she was imagining the captain feeling for her and whether or not this was a result she wanted to happen?
As always, her mind was whirling with all the possibilities, making her dizzy as she scribbled away in her journal trying to make sense of things. these travels were meant to make life more understandable and yet it had only made things more confusing...and even though her mind was supposed to be figuring out the embraces, figuring out Rias and the kiss...the more she wrote...the more she found she kept back-tracking...
...going back to the conversation that had made her so angry, back to the engines rooms where her ears drooped because of the heat, back to the person she told every secret and every thought...everything shifted back to the Volcano Leothaun...back to the mechanic.
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