Subject: Dawn leaned back a short time later, dazed.
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Posted on: 2015-08-08 19:31:00 UTC
"Who would've said? What would they have said?" She didn't seem particularly invested in getting a response: her eyes didn't quite make it to his, and she leaned in for yet another kiss shortly after asking.
For a while Des just snogged Dawn, saying nothing.
“We’ve been snogging each other for a bit and nobody said a thing,” he said after a while.
"Can't be bothered to care, come back later." She grinned at him, breathless by now, and then leaned forward to resume the snogging.
"It *is* a bit strange, though," she admitted eventually. "Seems the sort of thing that would garner attention..."
Someone cleared their throat behind Des.
“Who’s that, Shakhar?” he asked once the current round of snogging was over.
"Don't know her. Hullo, stranger. Did you want something?" Her grin took away at least some of the rudeness.
Once he saw the person, he turned around. “Oh, hey, Nilera. I haven’t seen you for a while. Nilera, meet Dawn McKenna, my… uhum, my girlfriend. Dawn, this is Nilera. She was my partner a while ago.”
The Dunmer bowed her head. “Hello.”
...and then did her best to mimic the head bow. "Hi. Nice to meet you. Are you still a Floater? Assuming you were one when you and Des worked together?"
The Dunmer nodded. “I mostly train new agents,” she said. “It’s interesting work.”
Des frowned. “Interesting like that time you hit me with the flat of your blade…?”
“Well, the Sue would have had us cornered if you wouldn’t have moved,” Nilera retorted evenly.
"Sorry," she said, and grinned at Nilera. "So you... smack newbies with a sword all day? I never really went through the official training, just got bits here and there from my partners. What's it like? Do we get better agents that way, or do they just go insane faster?"
“But is sometimes necessary where all else fails. It is rather similar to training soldiers, in a way, and I’ve plenty of experience doing that.” She smiled. “What I do is take greenhorns — like Des was, a while ago — and give them the tools to do their jobs in a better way.”
“She’s very dangerous with those knives of hers,” Des added. “Absolutely terrifying.”
"And you do this by... what, taking them on missions?"
“But also by helping them with their weapon skills if I can and generally giving them sound advice.”
“When possible, use portals to your advantage. That’s one of yours, isn’t it?” Des asked.
“Correct.”
She grinned. "I like portals. Portals are fun. And very useful."
“You are giving me ideas, Shakhar. Terrible, terrible ideas.” He was rubbing his goatee, a conspiratorial look on his face.
“Do I want to know what sort of ideas?” Nilera asked.
"Well, now I'm curious. Or should I be worried? I shouldn't be worried, right?"
“Hm-hm-hm,” he muttered, embarrassed. “T-that depends, Shakhar. What do you want them to be?”
“I never thought you had it in you,” Nilera said and sighed.
"I'll settle for something fun," she told him. "Fun is always good. Except when it's misplaced, of course, but that tends more to be in badfics. So. Fun plans?" She grinned.
He started mumbling and muttering under his breath.
Nilera sighed again and fanned her face with her hand. “This is getting a tad awkward, don’t you think?”
"We've been doing the awkward thing since pretty soon after we met. It's fun, for the most part. I suppose we could change the subject for now, though..."
“I’d rather not talk about work, but I’m afraid I don’t know you well enough to talk about anything else.” She shrugged.
Dawn frowned a little, thinking. "Well. I don't normally let that bother me, actually, but I suppose it makes topics harder to think of--oh. Oh, got something." She grinned at the Dunmer, leaning against Des as she spoke. "How d'you take your tea?"
Nilera tilted her head. “Ah, that beverage young Desdendelle here drink in every opportunity? I am of a Sujamma person, myself. Though never on duty.”
Des frowned, though he did lean into Dawn a little. “Except that one time where I showed up in your RC and you were drunk as a dwarf.”
Did the Dunmer blush a little? No, it must have been a trick of the light.
"There's probably something else we can talk about...oh, got something. Do you like ice cream at all? I'm pretty sure that's what we're waiting in line for..."
Des chuckled while Nilera pondered the question. “Loakhaltiethaglidashehaitabamekarer!” he said.
Dawn frowned at him. "Why would someone put ice cream in a refrigerator? Why not the freezer? And why are you speaking Hebrew all run together like that?"
Des chuckled. “And there’s this one time I forgot ice cream in the fridge and Nilera ate it. No?”
“I did. It was pretty good, too.” The Dunmer nodded solemnly.
"And is it? Well, maybe I should try." The Assassin thought for a moment, then took a breath and said, "Kenakhaltiethaglidashehaitaba--ba--oh, bother. I forgot how to say 'freezer'."
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((well, she would; I'm pretty sure I didn't remember it at the time when she's sort of based on. It doesn't really come up in classes so much.))
And kissed Dawn again.
“You two do look rather sweet together,” Nilera said, smiling.
When it eventually broke, she said, "Was that meant to reference the ice cream, or did you just get lucky with that?"
She hadn't quite looked away, and she was smiling rather dreamily.
He stared at Dawn with a lovestruck countenance and pulled her closer.
Nilera, meanwhile, seemed content to stand back and watch the humans smooch.