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Late post for Day 6 of 40k Ship Week, Rebeckah and Gabriel and the twins, inked this time. @techpriestess @inquisitorradcliffe

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Memory Meme🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love 

The dive bar didn’t have a name. It barely had a seating floor. It was little more than a hole in the wall where folks stopped in for a drink during flight changes and layovers before moving on to find their boarding gate. “You know, Inquisitor,” a bright voice said. “This is the last place I would expect someone like you to visit.”

Radcliffe turned to find a familiar face in red robes smiling up at him. “I could say the same of you, Miss Lethivan. Fate seems to be throwing us together more and more these days” He smiled and indicated the empty stool next to him with a wave of his glass. “Join me?”

Rebeckah’s eye twinkled as she climbed into the seat. “I am used to drinking in holes like this,” she said with a laugh. “And worse. This place is a luxury compared to some of the foxholes I’ve shared an amasec in. What’s your excuse?”

“Underhiver,” he said before tipping his glass back and setting it on the bar. Radcliffe held up two fingers and the barkeep returned with two glasses. Radcliffe handed one to Rebeckah. She took it gratefully.

“Oh that’s right,” she said teasingly. “I forgot that great and educated Inquisitor comes from humble backgrounds.” She took a sip, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled as she drank.

“If I didn’t know better, Miss Lethivan,” Radcliffe replied. “I would say you were mocking me.”

“Whatever gives you that notion?” Rebeckah giggled.

“You can’t lie to a telepath.”

She reached out and playfully slapped his arm with a mechadendrite. “Cheat,” she said. Radcliffe laughed. “Why are you here anyway, Inquisitor? I thought you had your own vessel. Does that not entitle one to jump the travel lines?”

Radcliffe chuckled and set his glass down, the ice clinking. “Would you believe me if I told you I was on vacation?”

“I didn’t know Inquisitors took vacations. So no.” Rebeckah’s mechadendrites flicked back and forth, her interest piqued. “I thought Inquisitors took every chance they could to lord their privileges over the lesser.”

Radcliffe grunted. “Your guardsman is showing, Miss Lethivan. But if you must know, I was visiting a friend and left my typical entourage behind.”

“A friend?” Rebackah took a sip from her glass. “Am I allowed to know this friend?”

Radcliffe smiled. “Not at this juncture, Miss Lethivan.”

Rebeckah pouted. “And here I thought I was improving on my interrogation skills.” A mechadendrite snaked around Radcliffe’s arm and snapped at him playfully.

The Inquisitor cocked a brow and smirked. “I’m afraid I will look elsewhere should I ever have need of an Interrogator.”

“You wound me,” Rebeckah said with a huff, her dendrite withdrawing. She held the sour look on her face for another moment before breaking down into a giggle. “So, what time do you board? How much longer do I have you here for?”

Radcliffe reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his chronometer. He popped the lid and frowned. “Thirty more seconds, I’m afraid.”

“Aw, why? I still have two hours to wait,” Rebeckah whined. “Don’t leave me here all alone. You can catch another ship right? Just tell them you’re an Inquisitor. They’ll go wherever you want.” She stuck her bottom lip out as far as she was able to drive the point home.

Radcliffe chuckled. He placed his tab on the bartop, the thrones clattering together, and stood. “I wish I could, Miss Lethivan. Throne knows I would consider myself a lucky man to have one more hour of your company. Perhaps the next time we cross paths will be longer.”

“I will cross my fingers, Inquisitor. Safe travels.”

“Safe travels, Miss Lethivan.” Radcliffe took her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips. Rebeakch giggled and tried to hide her blush with her other hand. As he pulled away a dendrite reached out to brush and pick at him until he was out of reach.

Radcliffe couldn’t keep the smile from his face and for the rest of his trip her face was all his thoughts lingered on. But it wasn’t until he was back aboard the Rampant and unpacking his traveling case that it finally hit him.

Shit. I’m in love.