She was supposed to die herself. Go do with her ship, win and live or lose and die. A good, strong Russian way of thinking. Good in the theoretical, but when it came down to it something her and Aleksis had broke at the same time and together they had fought their way out of their harnesses.
"Da," she says, red lips still smirking. The colour doesn't even smudge as she drinks, making him wait. "Should listen more, there are plenty of stories if you ask the right people."
Perhaps she shouldn't be doing this. Is it taking advantage of someone so broken, or is it helping. It's not out of pity she knows that, but understanding, in some way. There are plenty of others in the bar that would do, but there's something about Chuck that makes her think he needs this. He needs a connection again, lest he drift away permanently.
And at least, if anything, a fuck might do him some good. She keeps her eye contact as she speaks, pushing on as he relaxes. "But perhaps you are more interested in writing new ones."
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"Da," she says, red lips still smirking. The colour doesn't even smudge as she drinks, making him wait. "Should listen more, there are plenty of stories if you ask the right people."
Perhaps she shouldn't be doing this. Is it taking advantage of someone so broken, or is it helping. It's not out of pity she knows that, but understanding, in some way. There are plenty of others in the bar that would do, but there's something about Chuck that makes her think he needs this. He needs a connection again, lest he drift away permanently.
And at least, if anything, a fuck might do him some good. She keeps her eye contact as she speaks, pushing on as he relaxes. "But perhaps you are more interested in writing new ones."