Sep 18, 2012
Confess (RIGHT BACK AT YOU)
Your-- -clears her throat- I mean-- You have-- I just-- ... Your scales are... a lovely shade, and... Er-- You also have... very strong uh-- .. masculine... features. Yeah...
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Confess (RIGHT BACK AT YOU)
Your-- -clears her throat- I mean-- You have-- I just-- ... Your scales are... a lovely shade, and... Er-- You also have... very strong uh-- .. masculine... features. Yeah...
Hello. [because i want to see your version plssssss]
For the first time since arriving at the Citadel, she'd slept in.
True, she had that problem every day. She'd always had difficulty in gathering the will to actually get up in the mornings, rather than staying curled in her warm, toasty blankets. Kona didn't understand what had changed -- true, she was feeling a little more pressured lately -- all the little things were starting to cluster together -- and maybe she'd been feeling a little over-worked, but...
She'd simply wanted to doze for a little while. Next thing she knew, she was waking up to her alarm happily blaring an hour later. She was even more disheveled than usual as she raced through the Presidium, stomach growling indignantly over the breakfast that she'd skipped.
Maybe she'd taken the corner a little too sharply. She probably should've been more aware of her surroundings. In hindsight, she could barely remember the actual collision beyond the pain behind her nose.
She remembered quite distinctly, however, clutching frantically at whoever she'd run into, trying to stop herself from falling ungracefully to the floor. Her efforts had been futile, however, as the others' weight forced her downwards.
The air had been knocked from her lungs and she'd panicked, barely registering the warm prickling of something on her lips until she'd gotten her breath back. Eyes popping open, they crossed almost comically over the bridge of her nose as she stared at the other drell. A distressed noise in the back of her throat, she lurched away at the same time as time, throat flushing to the point that it looked crimson.
Floundering, she grasped his hand and pulled herself up without complaint, hands fluttering around him.
"Arashu-- I'm so sorry-- Are you alright? I wasn't looking-- I'm sorry-- And-- And-- And--" Lightheaded suddenly, Kona took two steps back, emitting an odd sound of mortification and remorse. Her fingers twitched with the urge to wipe her mouth -- but that would be impolite, wouldn't it--? It took all of a moment for her to remember that she was getting later by the second. Spluttering, she circumvented around him, offering helpless, trilling apologies,
"I'm sorry-- I have to go-- I'm sorry about that-- I didn't-- I'll just-- I'll go--!"
Blue?
"Another hero--? I-- Well, I-- I... I can't... really think of anyone... Or, well-- I know there was a human singer, once-- Elvis Presley? He just-- His songs are very catchy. I love them!"
Green.
"You know, I don't come into contact with sand much, but... I love the feeling of it pouring through my fingers. Maybe it's instinctual--? I dunno. It just... It feels nice on my scales."
Dancing.
Dancing is something that Kona loves. While one wouldn't call her trained in any type of dancing other than traditional Drell, she loves to bounce along to any kind of jazzy music. Outside of her race's dance, she's pretty bad at it. If she had the time, she would definitely take some lessons.
However, she's a little self-conscious about this enjoyment of hers, and you'll only actually see her dancing if you're close to her or she's very comfortable around you (i.e, inviting you to her apartment without hesitation). And if that's the case, you can be guaranteed that she'll attempt to coax you into dancing with her. It's a great way to cheer a person up, she believes, especially if you do it obnoxiously.
Broken.
She hadn't been talking to him for more than five minutes and already the awkwardness was getting a little overwhelming. It was oppressive, hanging over them like a dark, swollen cloud of embarrassment and mortification and all manner of other feelings that stemmed from their unexpected first meeting. Her lips tingled a little.They both spoke.
"Y'know, I never--"
"Is there anything--?"
Again, an awkward silence reigned until Kolyat gave a vague gesture that she took as a signal to continue.
"I never-- I never got your name."
"Kolyat." She stared at him with an expression that could only be described as expectant. He shifted uncomfortably. "Kolyat Krios."
"Well, my name is Kona Ma--" She stopped suddenly, eyeridges drooping into a contemplative frown. "Krios? As in--"
He nodded curtly and she spoke no further, caught suddenly in a whirlwind of emotions. His father-- She knew about his father. Reminded suddenly of her own family and the call she'd received not long ago about Papa, she gave a small tremble. The other drell seemed startled to hear the low, warbling croon that followed.
She was struck with the urge to be alone and was barely able to manage the thick excuse and farewell before whirling around and striding off, rubbing furiously at her eyes. She thought she'd gotten over the news already.
Death.
[CONNECTION ESTABLISHED]"Is this-- I haven't-- I've never-- C-sec? Please, it's an emergency--
They're at the clinic-- Robbers-- Mercenaries-- In the Lower Wards-- Please-- There's no one else here, I'm alone!
I don't think I can-- I've nothing to defend myself! Please-- I don't wa--
[CONNECTION TERMINATED]