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Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Kestra nodded sympathetically. I can sense how strongly you feel. I'm sorry. There's no law to say that you have to get on well with your siblings, of course. She shifted, picking her next words carefully. One soft hand lifted to gently touch Fiona's arm, a hint of warm contact. Hate is a very strong word, though. I can't imagine anyone hating you, but of course you would know better whether he does or doesn't. Why don't you explain a little more about how things are between you? She listened carefully, watching Fiona as she spoke. She had to watch, to read the facial emotions and contrast them with those she could feel... but she was also watching because she simply liked looking at Fiona. Yet again, it was an almost physical effort to squash the inappropriate thoughts.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Kestra's sympathetic nodding had made it all the more tempting for her to cry. Instead she pushed the emotion down. Fighting it. She wasn't going to cry now. The feeling of Kestra's warm hand and quiet calming contact had helped. She felt a little less shivery and scared now. All the same she had done her best not to show her emotions, knowing Kestra would feel them all the same. Her emotions had risen all the same. Where do I start? The question was quiet and she sighed silently. He always picked on me. He made it so clear I wasn't good enough to be considered his sister... She looked down, fighting back tears again. So many years he chose to just pick me out if we played games, marking me as a loser. fear bubbled up as she fought back further tears, this time losing her fight and feeling tears come to her eyes then slowly drip down her cheeks. When I hit 16... She shook her head. Let's just say Wesley thought I was a good target for his creepy little games. She could vividly remember when he had pounced on her and made her his sex-toy. She had fought back at first. hen finally gone back to work, landing here at the age of 21.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Kestra felt the edge of the emotion when Fiona mentioned the games, frowning to herself as she recoiled internally from the darker emotion. The tears were already melting her heart, and she compulsively moved a little closer, reaching up as gently as possible to pull the girl into an embrace, their thighs pressed together by her closeness. I'm really sorry, she said softly, But I have to ask. We can stop here if you want, or we can continue, it's up to you... but I want you to tell me about the games. She could feel the dampness on her shoulder from Fiona's tears.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Fion had felt Kestra withdraw and forced the emotion away, keeping her eyes on the floor until she was sure she'd be alright. Even as she listened to Kestra speak she knew she'd have to talk about the games much as she wished she could pretend they never happened. The feel of Kestra's shoulder under her cheek and her thigh pressed against hers had helped a little. How much... She stopped then swallowed. Alright. She knew she'd cry a little more but she forced herself to speak all the same. He... always knew when... when our parents were going out. She paused, composing herself. He'd wait until I was in bed then he'd come in, he'd start slowly, wanting to feel me flinch before... Tears escaped her again now and she swallowed painfully. Before he took all I had. All my innocence, all my bravery... anything that could hurt me he'd do.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Kestra kept the woman close, sharing her warmth, holding her reassuringly. Normally she would never dare touch a 'patient' like this, but she could feel the closeness between them and the trust they were somehow already building, and she always let the needs of the emotions override whatever propriety might be expected. I'm so sorry, she whispered. You never told anyone? It was a silly question, but it had to be asked. With the flood of emotions she could feel she couldn't think clearly enough to structure a more complex one anyway.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

The words 'I'm sorry' had made her less distressed, her eyes meeting Kestra's as she answered. No... No... I never... Jean-Luc couldn't have stopped him anyway and mama... he was always mama's little boy. A sweet innocent around her, he only ever took it out on me when she was out. She was fighting back tears now. Nobody knew. Every word took great effort and even when she finished she had no real way of controlling her breaths. Slowly the hurt had eased away, leaving her angry and in pain. She had let the anger drain, knowing it was the pain she needed to heal somehow. Her head came to rest against Kestra's shoulder, her sigh playing across Kestra's neck.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

It was suddenly hard, very hard, for the young woman to keep her mind on professional lines. The warmth and closeness of the attractive form of Fiona, the powerful emotions filling the room, and her own, natural wants and desires... all of these were brought to a sudden point by the gentle caress of Fiona's breath on her neck. She'd always had a sensitive neck, something past lovers had had a great deal of amusement with. It was easy to distract her, or turn her on, or even calm her down when she was angry, with a gentle kiss or nip on the curve of her neck. She literally quivered against Fiona, then had to take a deep breath and gently disengage the hug. This was just supposed to be an initial evaluation, she said gently. I think we've covered a lot more than intended. I want you to come back tomorrow, after your duty shift, and we can talk a bit more... would that be okay for you?
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

The feelings were very much mutual. Fiona felt calm enough that when Kestra pulled back she didn't flinch at all. The feel of Kestra's quiver had made her own impossible to quench. SHe listened carefully as Kestra spoke and nodded instantly, seemingly less broken than she had been, simply opening up had helped. That sounds like a good idea. She agreed quietly. Something in her very much didn't want to show how she felt but all the same she forced herself not to react. I'll... see you then? She asked, seemingly reining in her emotions. She didn't doubt she'd have nightmares that night.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Kestra took a deep breath, then forced herself to break the body contact and stand, reaching down to gently take Fiona's hands and pull her to her feet. Yes, I think a break and a brief return to normality is best for you at the moment. We have plenty of time... we can take things slowly, which is healthy. She smiled and led the woman to the door, brushing her fingertips over the control to open it and let her out. She couldn't resist reaching up with one hand to smooth away a tear mark, smiling softly and sympathetically at her. But I'm not chasing you away. If you feel you need someone to listen between now and then, or just someone to be close by, then call me immediately, okay? I'll come running.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

Fiona had felt the cool air the second that Kestra stood, she had willingly accepted Kestra's hands before she stood up. The gentleness was clear when she listened to Kestra's words. She was sweet and beautiful, just like her mother she guessed. Okay... that makes sense. As she walked with Kestra to the door she knew she would feel happier once they had explored what was bothering her. As Kestra brushed away the tearmark her breath hitched and she forced herself to calm. The quiet offer had made her smile. Thank you.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

The corridor outside was quiet... Kestra had specifically requested a quiet corner of the ship, for visitors to have the silence to calm themselves while walking. She gently eased Fiona through the door, waved a gentle goodbye, and then touched the control to make the door hiss shut. The moment the door was between them she leaned her forehead against the cool material, eyes closing. Kestra, what are you doing? she asked herself softly. Same-gender relationships might be a lot more socially acceptable than they were four hundred years ago, but doctor and patient relationships were still very carefully examined, and often found to be a problem. Mind racing, but not sure how to find a solution, she flopped back onto her couch and put her head back.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

As Kestra was asking herself questions Fiona was trying to convince herself it was fine. She had walked back to her quarters to wash her face before taking her duty shift. She was pacing the medi-bay and waiting for someone to come whilst she was thinking about Kestra. Even her mother, a woman she considered mostly straight, was a little bit in love with her friend. Now she'd met Kestra she understood why. As she worked on calming herself and waiting for a person to join her she thought her emotions through carefully. She was feeling less worried about her half-brother and seemed happy. Her long auburn hair was clipped back now, her clothing neat as she waited. All too soon someone had shown. The physicals were half-done and now she waited, knowing she'd eventually have to summon Kestra.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

The rest of her own active shift had been empty, and Kestra had actually fallen asleep on the couch... an occasional side-effect of the meditation techniques she'd learnt. If there wasn't a particular goal for the meditation it normally calmed her into a doze. Her sleep was fitful, though. Anxious worries swirled around her in an unformed nightmare, and she eventually awoke with a start, looking around in a fright before catching up with reality. What was that? she murmured, climbing to her feet to wander over and rinse her face. It was a pointless question, though... she knew what was on her mind, and she still had no idea how to resolve it. The appointment waiting on her console immediately rocketed her heart rate back up. Her physical was due, and it was Fiona on duty. Playing for time, she headed for a shower and cleaned herself slowly and deliberately, but the time was soon there for her to head to medical. She was actively concentrating on not hyperventilating when she finally arrived in the bay, smiling shyly as she entered.
Thread: Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio)

The sound of near silent footsteps had made her look up. A small smile came to her as she prepared the PADD and the stuff she'd need. She had a feeling that she would feel the woman coming and truth be told she had a little. All the same she kept herself steady, turning to greet the woman. Come in Kestra. The woman had been deliberately left for the last of the physicals. She had sent the request despite her anger at having to do it soon after she had regained her calm. She had pushed the emotions down, although she was sure Kestra could feel how calm she was and happy. There's a gown behind the screen. She knew this would be tough but she'd given the woman the first hints of a smile, relaxed and perapred for what she'd be doing.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

The Kingdom of Derva spread from the western shores to a range of forbidding mountains in the east, a rich, fertile needle of a land, well-protected and comfortably populated. The kingdom was a serious power in the region, with a strong trade economy, a small but well-armed and trained military, and a large and popular royal family. Princess Sia was the second daughter of the enthusiastically procreative king. Typical of the traditions of the land, she'd been married off as soon as the laws allowed, betrothed at 14 without much consideration for her finer feelings. Her husband, the lord of a small section of land in a neighbouring kingdom, was a wide alliance for Derva. He was kind, gentle, not unintelligent, but more interested in lengthy hunts and formal dinners than he was in his wife. The pale, slender, dark-haired girl, now a healthy, alert sixteen years old, was regularly left in the small castle that was the wedding gift from her parents. Alone... except for the small army of servants that bustled about... she was always seeking a new diversion from the dragging days.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Sir Janton was a well-known hero of the last war. He lead the army against invading forces, defeated them and invaded the enemy's territory with his archers and cavalry units, eventually decimating the enemy and widening his country's territory. He was a handsome man, standing at six foot three. He was a very toned man from years of training. His age did not demonstrate his experience he was merely 24, but quickly rose through the ranks and became known as a ruthless killer of the enemy, but a kind and compassionate man towards his people. He spent most of his time near his king, and Janton's chosen men protected the throne. When he wasn't eating with the king or merely talking with him, he would be found in the barracks speaking to his troops or assisting with training. He had nothing else to do since his wife had passed years ago from a plague that infested a small number of the population, but was extremely fatal. He was lonely, but his troops and the king would suffice to fill the gap...
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Sia was lurking in the musty library that filled one of the large castle rooms. She'd found an entire collection of books on ancient romances and was working her way through them to pass the days, grist for the daydream mill. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by one of the maidservants, the girl dipping into a curtsy before handing a card to the princess. Sir Janton is here, Highness, the maid said slightly excitedly. The King sent him to establish a training barracks here at the castle! Sia took the card, examining it carefully before nodding. Explain that the Prince is away. If he wishes to talk to me in his absence, he can come through to here. The maidservant hesitated... a man meeting a woman alone in a room was rather against social convention... but a glare from Sia sent her scurrying.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Sir Janton walked in he was wearing his casual battle attire, which is what he would roam the castle in. It consisted of a steel breastplate with his unit's golden dragon painted on, along with a star representing his rank. Upon his shoulder were metal shoulder guards, steal vambraces, a metal skirt, his iron boots, and a cape with the kingdom's insignia on it. Hanging from his waist was his giant claymore sword not his weapon of choice, but it was one he could wield easily. His hair was about mid-length to the small of his back, braided and brown. His jaw was wide and clean-shaven - a luxury provided by good pay to constantly go to the barber. His eyes were green, and just above his right eye a scar from an old battle wound was barely visible. His eyes were intent - an appearance earned through constant battle. He approached the princess confidently in the library, but noticed that they were alone. He immediately took a knee and bowed his head. Hello, your highness, he said in a dark, isolated voice. I have come to speak to you of training troops in the castle and would like your approval in doing so as you are the one in authority with the prince in absence.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Much to Sia's regular disgust, the formal fashion in the courts these days was layered, flowing, full-length dresses. Having the finest tailors in the land helped, though... she was in a long, frilly green dress that clung to her slender form and then highlighted the curve to her hips, flaring out and down to the floor. It hissed across the stone floors as she approached, striking against the dark hair and pale complexion. Large dark eyes studied the man, framed by a heart-shaped face, above rosebud lips. The princess was certainly a beauty. Of course, Sir Janton. It is a pleasure to welcome you, and I'm sure my husband would be reluctant to go against my father's wishes. The castle grounds are yours to toy with as you desire. Might I ask for more details of your intentions? Her voice was slightly breathless, a combination of the tight bodice of the dress and the sudden masculine presence of the military man in the silent room. His voice only added to the effect.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Janton rose up and greeted the Lady. I apologize early, your highness, I am not great at formality. His eyes dropped to the books she had been reading and took note almost immediately. Lady Sia, if you would, please join me at the table, he said leading himself to a reading table in the confines of the room. I have much I would like to discuss involving your men and our military prowess. Before reaching the table, he stopped I am terribly sorry, your highness, I ask permission to remove my plate. It makes sitting in chair extremely uncomfortable, he said. He bowed politely as he asked, of course, paying proper respects to her and her royal state as she so deserved. His voice remained rather stern even when asking permission a sign of no fear once again obtained through years of battle.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Yes, of course, Sir Janton. It would honor us if someone with your reputation would feel at home here. She smiled, a little uncertainly, moving away to the door briefly, opening it to find a maidservant hovering outside. Wine, fruit, and water for washing. Quickly now, or I'll be down to the kitchens myself! The maid bobbed in a hurried curtsy and vanished down the corridor, Sia gliding back in to settle into the chair in an entirely faked confidence that belied her years. She pretended not to watch as he removed the plate, seemingly staring into space. The maid returned in less than a minute with a large bowl of water and some white cloth, followed by another with a pitcher of wine, two tankards and a bowl of fruit all balanced precariously. They managed to set them down without incident, glancing sideways at the near-scandalous meeting of the pair, and then vanished back out of the room.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Sir Janton now only wore his tight robe of cloth as he sat down. The plate was place on a chair neatly with the cape folded neatly, not to touch the floor. He removed his vambraces and set them on the table. After the water, wine and fruits were delivered and he ensured the maid was gone, he turned back around towards the princess. Now, your highness, I doubt you've been informed of the entire plan, he said, pouring some wine for her and himself, of course her first. Not only do I wish to get some barracks up, but I also wish to install kennels for a unique form of canine called a mastiff. It's much larger than a wolf, a great warrior, and very loyal. The kennels won't take long to erect, nor will the training. We have traded for some trained dogs already and have a trainer coming from another country to teach our people how to train them. He took a drink of his wine. A large drink. He had become a slight alcoholic after his wife's passing, but had done well to hide it. He continued without letting her get a word in, The barracks won't take long if you allow us to temporarily clear a servants' corridor until we have time to erect a new building for them, ensuring a separation from work for the servants and hopefully an increase of morale. The dribble went on for a while, but the gist of it was that the castle would have more archers and cavalry, along with trained wardogs to ensure protection. After the pitch, which he was confident that would be fine, he almost immediately broke into more personal questions. How have you been coping with the prince being so far away?
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

She had been trained almost from birth to be a willing hostess, and the refilling of his wine and offering of the fruit had been, in the absence of servants, entirely automatic. She nodded with interest as he explained the plans, content to listen... nothing sounded out of the ordinary, and she'd seen the plans of her father rearrange entire towns, let along one small castle, so she knew she didn't really have a choice. The sudden personal question, as much a breach of protocol as the private meeting, surprised her. Shocked, she answered more honestly than she would have otherwise intended. Well. It has been difficult, Sir Knight. He does enjoy his hunting, and the arranging of his hunts of course, and it is wonderful to see him pleased... but a woman does desire her man in his absence, of course. She blushed hotly, and prettily, at the unintended double meaning of the words, eyes dipping away from his as she awkwardly sought for something else to say to recover.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Janton nodded and smiled, Ah, yes, the loneliness the worst part of having one leave. It is true that you don't know what you've got until it's gone, but at least yours will come back, he said lifting the glass to his lips and taking another rather large drink. But at least you have your books to fulfill your needs. He took the fruit and then bit into it. He had no idea that she was blushing, but picked up on the double meaning, but was unsure of the intent. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on the outcome, his words had left an opening. He was not used to this kind of predicament and had no idea quite yet what he could be getting into. The fruit was delicious and kept his mind further away from what he was doing. His mind was focused on wine, fruit, and of course the lovely woman sitting in front of him. Of course she was sexually appealing, but he didn't even realize he had not watched his words, which was weird for him, but of course he's become used to talking only to men.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Ah. Yes. I am... sorry for your loss. Unusually disoriented, both by the personal turn of the conversation and by the sudden reference to the man's loss, she stammered a little. She glanced across at the books, blushing even more when she realised that the titles were on display and that he'd obviously noted them. Yes. I do like... the books. They are far from a replacement of course... for a man's attention. Again, unintended double meanings, seen too late. She listened to them fill the air, staring intently at the table now, hands tightly wrapped in her lap. To make it worse, the book at the top of the pile she had been sitting beside was notoriously racy, to the point that some of the more conservative counties had banned it from discussions. Few would admit to having it in their personal collections. She had found it tucked into the end of a dusty shelf, and had barely glanced at the pages.
Thread: Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

This time he took the liberty of refilling his glass himself. Far from...? He asked curiously, trying to figure out what the young princess was saying. Your highness, I am far from young and naive, are you making an advance on a loyal servant at the expense of your crown and king? If so, I find myself in a predicament I am in trouble in no matter the outcome. He took a bite of his fruit, but chose not to drink his wine because of the sudden change of direction in conversation. It was true, her word against his in the event that he denied her would still find him at the guillotine and disgraced in the history books. And if he fell through with the plan, what is to keep her from claiming rape if someone found out - or even if no one did? This is why a meeting between these two was deemed unconventional. Now he was stuck.