#jenny things

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Jenny was laying with her hands tied together, the stranger's hands pressed to the sides of her head. His fingers carded through her hair like her mother used to when she was very young. He looked down at her tenderly and bent so he could place a kiss to her forehead, a smile stretching his features. She saw his teeth were sharper than normal. His canines elongated and shining softly in the dim light of the room. The gag on her mouth kept her from speaking up, but she wasn't sure what she would say regardless as he cradled her in his arms.

"Each of us have a different reason for selecting who we do." He whispered and gently stroked her hair, smoothing it out and then beginning to braid the pale strands. "Some of us for beauty, some of us for power, some for strength and other ideals. But the truth is that the best thing is to seek out someone who's perfect... in the -moment-."

He whispered the words like it was an adulation, pressing his fingers to her cheeks and stroking forward like he could call her to ease towards him with each soft movement.

"You're perfect. You. Are my moment." He leaned down to her.

She thought at first he was going to kiss her and her body stiffened under his touch, her eyes squeezing shut. But instead his lips bypassed her gagged lips and curved on her throat instead. Licking the delicate flesh and making her shiver. Swallowing, she strained to inch away from him even as bound as she was. She felt his hands pressing down on her shoulders to keep her in place and he angled over her, slinking like a cat that had found a perfect morsel to play with. Her breath hitched as she felt a soft sucking on her throat, nibbling and pulling slightly. It should have felt intense or creepy, but all she could feel was a heat blossoming under her skin where his lips were, making her colder everywhere else.

"My perfect childe." He whispered against her neck. "I'm going to show you the world. I promise, it will all be so beautiful. Just you and I together."

Her eyes widened as she felt a sharp prick and the gag was pulled from her lips, letting her let out a surprised moan. Even as she felt the man sucking on her neck, the heat inside her rose up and crested, flowing down along her body and making her shiver in delight. The man rose up and met her eyes, stroking her hair back from her face. He gently tapped his forehead to hers, his eyes closing as he seemed to lose himself in something. His breath was cold against her lips but he still didn't kiss her, he simply moved down to kiss her neck again and hungrily mouthed at the spot he'd bitten, sucking on the spot again.

Her bound hands reached for him, tugging at him, pulling him closer even as he all but melted against her. He was murmuring words of adoration and prayer against her skin in between the bites and suckles. She could feel a thick fog pushing into her mind and shivered at the images that flowered in her thoughts. Bright blossoms of moonlight paleness spread in her vision. The man on top of her continuing his gentle litany of supplication towards her. She felt dizzy and watched as the flowers spun across her gaze, following as petals fell away and drifted down to her cheeks. When she closed her eyes she felt multiple kisses being dropped on her supple skin and her jaw dropped as the man rose up over her.

"Sorry... I'm getting a little excited. ...but you like this, right? You like flowers?"

She smiled faintly and couldn't help but nod, sighing as his teeth sank into her neck again. She felt tired, dizzy and enthralled with the way that he used his tongue against her skin and pulled at her, his fingers darting across her shoulders and tugging at her shirt until the fabric ripped. Her heart beat faster even as she felt sluggish, quiet sounds rising from her throat and getting lose in the garden that he built up around her thoughts.

"You will be my only one. The sole childe I shall pour my heart and soul into." He bowed over her as her thoughts ebbed and flowed away from her.

She could feel her consciousness being buried and something poured into her. Thick as a snake it slipped down her throat, flexible and gentle, it chilled her down to the bone. Eased her into nothing at all and swallowed her up. She could feel her body swaying and being pulled at. Drawn downward and enveloped, swaddled in consecrated kisses and laved with a tongue that could only speak devotion and truth.

When she woke, it was to moonlight blossoms in her vision again. Strong arms holding her close and a mouth that was coaxing her to drink something thick once more. Her arms locked around him in turn and she lazily drank what he offered her. Her hunger consuming all of her thoughts and flying through her garden like a shrike. He smelled like pine and the promises made at midnight in the woods between lovers. His fingers played in her hair as she took what he offered, knowing that the sweetness was going to taste sour later.

How did she know that? The shrike dived through her questions and swept them away with razor sharp wings. Her legs came up, curled around his waist, kept him close to her, humming happily at the flavor that stoked the fires inside her. Fires that threatened to consume her garden unless she controlled it. She knew she had to do something to ease it all back down. A small voice whispered to her and she knew that it was -his-.

"Take it all, my childe. Every last drop is for you." He slurred, welcoming the sweetness of her Embrace and falling into her hunger. "I will always be yours..."

When she finished, she blinked in confusion as her arms were coated with ashes and she did her best to hug even those close to herself. She didn't have anything to put the ashes into, but she didn't really need it, did she? Licking her lips, she turned in her spot, looking around, listening to the shrike and catching sight of it fluttering and then diving behind moonflowers. Sated and now waiting for the next opportunity.

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Eight Things About Jenny

Tagged by @wethatkindoforc. I tag any @fantasticfriends who have not done this yet, and @nisfornexus! Here are things! 1: Jenny fell in love with hoverbikes at the age of 5. At a park on a space station she got banned from riding the Equivars because she would kick them to make them go faster and scare the other kids out of their minds. To soften the blow, Jenny’s mom brought her to the small speedway and took her for her first bike ride. She was given her first hoverbike when she was nine (much to her father’s dismay). The decision to actually become a racer didn't so much occur at some critical moment, as it did simply happen by her diving into her passion for it. Jenny rode and raced whenever she could, no matter if it was in small off world competitions or midnight street races in spaceports.

2: What? She doesn't like kids? If forced to, Jenny could endure watching a kid. She might even do a good job of it (especially if they are like... five-ish and older). But kids are messy. They touch things, poop, and don’t get her started on the tears. If you dig back far enough, a large part of this stems from an episode of a show she snuck out of her room to watched. She can’t remember what or when, but she remembers the actors being horrified about diapers, laughing about slobbery kisses, then the antagonists caught the hero’s ship. In hiding, the baby started to cry, and to save everyone else the mother had to... well.... Babies are gross, and terrifying. They are awkward, needy, and the responsibility for a small, fragile life in her hands is way too big.

3: Around the age of seventeen Jenny was really into dying her hair. Over the course of fifteen or so months she changed her hair seven times. Platinum blond, nebula green, blue, purple, mermaid (purple/blue/blond), and finally jet black before returning to her natural color. As a side note, she used to have her bellybutton pierced till the Chief Engineer on her father’s ship demanded she remove it and told her several horror stories of body piercings getting horribly ripped out by various machinery. She still thinks about it now and then.

4: While Jenny remembers a lot of the places she visited when growing up in space, there are two that stick to her the most. The first was the sight of the Exile fleet whenever the Empress would return from runs. As a child it nurtured her already avid love of ships, and was the thing that planted the seed for her passion of wanting to be the best engineer on Nexus. The Exiles could have better. Everyone could. Bigger. Safer. Faster. With a little hard work and a lot of grit and ingenuity could get you the stars. Being free is not conducive to forever settling for scraps.

5: The second place that left an impact on Jenny was the little moon her father build a home on. She remembers being eight and watching out the bridge window as they landed. Mountains covered with trees, and clouds almost within reach.... That was the first time her feet touched soil. It’s also one reason she loves Algoroc so much.

6: Jenny’s father, John Brightmist was born and raised in the Exile fleet. His ship, the S.S. Empress, was a prized vessel he won from a Granok in a card game when the man was twenty-one. Zealous and eager to stretch out his sails, John took to space like a fish to water. For years he worked at exploring space, smuggling, and doing hit and run missions on Dominion vessels. While his activity slowed for a couple years when he built a safe house for his wife and daughter, the man worked hard for the Exiles and was running missions up until his death in a transport collision accident almost seven years ago.

7: If you asked Jenny what started her general dislike of animals, she wouldn’t be able to tell you. Maybe it was the Great Equivar Disappointment when she was five, or the simple fact that she never had much, if any, contact with animals. They weren't allowed on her father’s ship, and rodents were considered a safety risk. You did not hear it from me, but Jenny is afraid of bats. She keeps clear of most animals, and patiently endures her cremates pets. Of all the animals Jenny is forced to endure she doesn't mind Pax’s pet, and she adored Sasha’s vind (vinds in general are pretty okay). She is secretly making friends with a Malvarine. She intends to someday teach him to fist-bump.

8: Jenny has made a lot of little inventions, gizmos, and gadgets. When she makes personal projects for friends she puts extra special care into the details, working however long and hard it takes to do it better than right, and personalizing them to whoever the item is intended for. Out of everything she has made over the years, though, she is most proud of the invisible deflector shield pin she made for Guy, the ravenous detection/protection necklace and shirt cuffs she made for Kaamos, the Eldan tech infused hand prosthetic she made for Seeker, and (her newest pride and joy) the right eye and data node she crafted for Jeremy.

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Character Thirty Day Thing: Day XVI

Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative?

An only child, and both of her parent’s deceased, Jenny has no clue if she has any living relatives or not. 

“Relatives? ‘ell no. Ain’t got a clue, an’ b’fore ya ask, no. No ain’ got any intentions o’ lookin’ fer any. The crew o’ the Emma’s Nebula’s my family, e’en Lenny, though I’ll deny i’ t’ my grave if ya tell ‘er. Yeah I wanna punch ‘er. Calm down, shit, family don’ always gotta like each other. Bu’ the lot o’ us all came from nuthin’, ‘n ‘ave been through so much shit t’gether... Trust, ‘n love, ‘n faith in one another, duty... all tha’ shit. It’s a lo’ stronger than blood.”

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Character Thirty Day Thing: Day XV

Is your character an early morning bird or a night owl?

Jenny is a bit of both. She will stay up late with friends, and occasionally frequent a club or bar. When duty calls, the lights in her office can be seen in the shop house window as she works on whatever pressing project is at hand late into the night. That being said she also works many early mornings, and will be up, showered, and drinking coffee on the roof or on her way to the shop as the sun rises. All depending on what work she has (and, let’s be honest, how late Jeremy is out) sways how much sleep she gets. Maybe it’s youth, or habit from years of working long hours in a ship’s engine room, but Jenny can survive off of very little sleep. Except on weekends. That’s her sleep in till 10 a.m. time. No touchy.

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Character Thirty Day Challenge: Day XII

How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?

Jenny is very, very good with technology. She keeps up with all of the up and coming developments. She prides herself in being able to fix things, though ships and their equipment are her specialty, and has a ‘small’ collection of inventions including a universal jump drive that’s currently in production. If she doesn't know how to fix it, then by the Stars, she’ll learn!  “I ain’ gonna get t’ be the best Mechanical Engineer on Nexus by fixin’ the same ol’ stuff in the same ol’ ways! Dreams don’ fall in yer lap. They come wi’ learnin’ ‘n hard work.”

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Character Thirty Day Thing: Day II

What are your characters most prominent physical features?

“Morovichi! What is this drabble?” Jet boomed from his office, a smirk on his rough, ebony face. “Just because we gotta pretend like she’s dead for a few days don’t mean you go and spout poetry!

The tall Mordesh drifted in from the apartment, slinging a dishtowel over one broad shoulder. “I believe the word you are looking for is ‘drivel’, and yes, drabble is exactly what I wrote. It is called being eloquent.”

“With fiery red hair, and eyes as blue as the Algoroc sky, Miss Brightmist was the perfect blend of femininity, and Exile grit,” Jet read with a pompous tone to his gravely voice.

“And what did you write?” Morovichi countered coolly as he snatched up a paper from the Granok’s desk. “Hmmm... “Jen was swell. Cute freckles and a pretty face for a human. Always had a smirk as if she was up to something, and a great ass for all the losers she left in her dust to admire” -- her ass was wasn't that great.”

“Wha’s the word... proportionate! Kid’s half my height. The lass has -- had a killer bod fer being so little.”

Morivichi set the paper down and covered his mild amusement. “She was of average height,” he corrected. “You should not speak of her body so casually.”

Jet grinned and relinquished the Mordesh’s paper to him. “You should wake up and see that the kid’s grown up. Know how many of my racers grumbled when she started datin’ again?”

“For the love of Kemos, spare me,” Morovichi muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to head back into the apartment.

“Do you even like women?” Jet prodded further, rising from his seat to follow.

“Of course I do.”

“Oooh, you like men!”

“We are not having this discussion.”

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Character Thirty Day Thing: Day VII

Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why

The service hatch made a metallic thud that made the halls feel larger and more empty. Somewhere in the distant corners of the ship the screeches of Strain beasts echoed through the pipes. Jenny grit her teeth. Seth had betrayed her father, stole their ship, had his marauders kill the crew, ruined the once beautiful Empress, and now in his death defiled the vessel with Strain.

Jenny walked back into the corridor looking over the patched walls with a sorrowful frown. There was no saving the poor girl even if she’d wanted to. She lifted a hand to press against the wall. Her arms ached with pent up energy and, remembering the lessons from Elrabin, released the primal fire that crawled beneath her skin into the pipes and wires that led to the reactor.

Tears stung the corners of her eyes. Did she regret it? Dwelling on what could have been would change nothing. Jenny thought back as she listened to the distant scuttling of diseased creatures and the groaning of the ship as the generators began to overheat. She had been born on this ship. Had first seen Nexus from its windows, had spent the first years of her life learning and growing within its hull. Would she get rid of any of it if she could? Jenny regretted very little of what she’d done. Not even what she had endured the years her home was turned into her prison. No, she regretted what she hadn’t done.

Jenny’s gloved hand, encased with the data netting of the protective suit, fell to her side. She regretted not apologizing to her father before he had left to get on the transport. She regretted not having the presence of mind to suggest that Seth take his place. Then maybe her father would still be alive and none of this would have had happened.

A unearthly cry sounded to her left, and with a look void of emotion Jenny lifted a mag pistol to incinerate a smaller Strain creature as it lept at her. There was an explosion not far away, and she could feel the heat roll down the hall as her explosive charges in the cooling room blew.

She quickly strode back to the closet and ducked into the service hatch that would lead her out of the space ship. Two minutes and Lady’s explosives further in would go. It was over, and dwelling on what she might erase from her past would do no good. The Empress would be cleansed by fire, and Jenny would be free of it’s shadow to finally move forward.