Darisa - The Talk
639 words | Original Work: Darisa's story, a spin off from Tortured Prince (AU of TR3 lmao). Just an introduction to the little mink that is Baltar's daughter
Darisa quietly turned the handle to the king's study, peeking her head through the door. The king's pen hovered slightly above the desk as he looked up at her.
"Good morning, Darisa," Uncle Hakon greeted.
She hurried furtively into the room, shutting the door softly behind her. Slinking along the perimeter of the room, she checked behind the tapestry before getting to the window. Wood creaked as Uncle Hakon twisted to watch her. Darisa leaned out, closing the shutters, then pulled the curtains tight.
"And what are you up to?" the king wondered.
Confident that the room was secure, Darisa scurried back to the front of the desk, pulling up one of the chairs and clambering onto it so as to kneel on it and be at eye level with her uncle.
"Uncle Hakon," she said in low tones, placing her hands flat on the desk. "I come to you seeking elusive information."
Her uncle laughed, docking his pen and folding his hands. "Alright, Bug," he said. "What's your question?"
She leaned in close, conspiratorially. "What's... sex?"
Blinking in surprise, expression becoming more reserved, Uncle Hakon leaned back. "That's uh, you're too young to be talking about that."
Ugh, not him too! So it wasn't a secret, only an adult secret. Why were they so weird about words sometimes? Darisa scowled. Clearly, it was time to stop playing around, or she would never get answers around here.
"Okay," she said innocently, hopping off the chair. "I'll go ask Aunty Rohisa."
Uncle Hakon lurched forward in his seat, "Wait!"
Darisa stopped, smug, and waited for him to continue.
Eyeing her, he sighed in exasperation as he shook a finger at her. "That won't work every time."
Biting her lower lip to try and keep from grinning, Darisa nodded. "Mmhmm."
"Sit down," he said, rubbing his forehead. "Let me think."
Darisa settled into the chair again and watched him, kicking her feet.
The king whetted a lip. "Well," he started slowly. "It's something very private." He paused. "Where did you hear about it?"
"Hobar was making fun of us for not knowing what it was," she said, rolling her eyes. She bet he didn't know what it was, either.
"Hobar is the one that likes picking on Todaro, right?" Uncle Hakon asked, and Darisa nodded. "I see." He tapped his fingers on the desk a few times, then sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sex is what makes babies."
Darisa frowned, deflating. "Oh." Who cared about babies? "That's all?"
"Sort of," he said. "For... most people, it's very fun to do, whether or not they get a baby because of it."
That piqued her attention. It wasn't just a thing, but an act, and a fun one at that! "How do you do it?"
Uncle Hakon blew out a breath. "You'll have to ask your mother or aunts about specifics. Definitely not your papa though, okay?"
Darisa cocked her head. "Why not papa?"
He hesitated and glanced away. "It's better for girls to talk to girls about it."
Squinting at him, Darisa tried to tell if he was lying. Papa was something else adults tended to get weird about, and Uncle Hakon was no exception. But even if he was lying, she probably wouldn't be able to wrestle the whole truth from him.
She relented. "So I should talk to Aunty Rohisa after all?"
Uncle Hakon looked like he'd bit into something a little sour. "Aunty Rohisa can sometimes give a few too many details. Your mother might like it if you asked her first."
"Hmm." She considered the information she'd gathered, then nodded and hopped down. "Okay. Thanks, Uncle Hakon!"
"Of course," he said. "Now shoo, little bug. Love you."
"Love you!" she answered as she darted from the room, already on the hunt for her next victim.
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