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tamingthemuseTitle: Homesick (Part 1/?)
Fandom; Pairings: Original; AU Selene/Ballari
Prompt: #251 - Melody
Warnings: N/A
Rating: R (Eventual NC-17)
Word Count: 957
Summary: Ballari could sing in her own way.
Notes: Two characters of mine from vastly different table-top campaigns. In my head, I'd always wondered what they might be like together and the roles they'd take on in a relationship. Those who are familiar with Selene will find that she seems a little OOC here, and I'd have to agree; however, this is also an AU Selene who has suffered another loss and who finds herself in a strange world. Next part she'll show a little more of her old self. Those who remember Ballari might find it surprising to see her show a more vulnerable side, but it seemed right when I put her with Selene. (Technically it's the City of Heroes versions of them that I made, but there's no real mention of the world they're in so I didn't feel it fit that fandom.)
I’m not the sort of woman to get sentimental. Emotions can be hazardous in my line of work—empathetic assassins are soon dead assassins. Even so, there had been the occasional exception to my “no attachments” rule; Mykolas and Karl sprang to mind, two men it still hurt to think about. Yet, despite the continued pain of their losses and the potential for betrayal, I found myself inexplicably drawn to Ballari again and again.
Maybe it was our shared loneliness. We were each visitors to a strange world so different from our respective homes. Weazel had told me she’d come through a portal like me, which meant she understood the loneliness, that no matter how many friends you made or how hard you tried, you were always separate and disconnected from everything around you. Simply put, we didn’t belong here and we never would. A depressing trait to bond over, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
Then again, it could be the mystery she presented. Her muteness meant we couldn’t exactly share our life stories over a cup of coffee. I didn’t understand sign language—though she was trying to teach me—and there was only so much writing she could do before her hand cramped. Getting to know her was a challenge and I appreciate a good challenge, especially when the reward was more time spent in the bedroom finding new ways to get her to make noise. She couldn’t form words, but I’d learned she could moan and, on occasion, scream.
In spite of that little fact, it was still a shock to discover she could also sing.
Perhaps it’s more accurate to say she hummed. An outsider might not have found it so fascinating, and they probably would have pointed out that she was off-key in a pretty big way. Yet the melody was, well, music to my ears.
We were at the beach on a month-long vacation in one of John’s beach houses he’d so graciously offered me after some assistance I’d given him in a personal matter. Without any hesitation I’d invited Ballari to join me. The two of us alone together for an entire month was a perfect opportunity for me to finally decide if she was going to be just another lover or a new exception to my rule. The first few days were full of frenzied love-making in nearly every room in the house, plus a failed attempt at fooling around on the beach. Let’s just say the movies make it appear way more fun than it actually is. They also neglect to mention the propensity for sand to lodge itself into some very uncomfortable places.
After a couple of days to recover from that unfortunate mistake, we started exploring our relative boundaries. She had a submissive streak I was eager to encourage, and we settled into the roles of mistress and pet relatively easily for such a new relationship. I’d spend a little time telling her where and when to touch me and then I’d take even longer to explore her body, discovering ways to make her squeal—whether or not I restrained her first depended on my mood at the time. Sometimes it was fun to hold her down while she played at being weak and powerless.
And sometimes it was nice just to hold her in my arms while the silence stretched between us. I would sit up in bed with Ballari curled up next to me, her head tucked under my chin while my fingers ran up and down the length of her arm or played with her long blond hair. Outside I could hear the waves crashing against the shore; the continuous sound had an almost meditative effect. In those moments, I relaxed and allowed my mind to focus on subjects I tried not to think about at other times. Mostly I thought of my home on Aria and the people I’d left behind, which is what I was thinking of when I heard humming.
Like most noise Ballari made, it was quiet, so much so that at first I thought it might be coming from outside. Once I realized it was her, I stalled my plans to run outside to look for peeping perverts and simply listened. As I said before, she didn’t exactly have perfect pitch, but that only added to its charm. A part of me felt flattered to know she was comfortable enough with me to let her guard down like that. It was another level of intimacy I hadn’t expected to find with her.
Though I didn’t want her to stop, after a few bars I asked, “What song is that?”
The humming came to an abrupt stop and her shoulders stiffened against me. She sat up and I saw her cheeks gradually reddening. Her hands came up and I watched her fingers move as they slowly—for my benefit—made a small number of gestures that roughly translated to, “Acacia sang it to me.”
“Oh,” I murmured. Acacia had been her lover back on her home world, and while she never brought it up, I knew she missed her like I missed Karl and Madoc. I held up my arms and indicated she should lie back down. When she complied, I kissed the top of her head and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. “I like it,” I whispered. “Can you teach it to me?”
Several seconds later she resumed humming and I continued to stroke her hair while pretending not to notice the way her voice occasionally cracked or the dampness of her tears that fell onto my skin. If she noticed my own tears wetting the top of her head, she never mentioned it.
Fandom; Pairings: Original; AU Selene/Ballari
Prompt: #251 - Melody
Warnings: N/A
Rating: R (Eventual NC-17)
Word Count: 957
Summary: Ballari could sing in her own way.
Notes: Two characters of mine from vastly different table-top campaigns. In my head, I'd always wondered what they might be like together and the roles they'd take on in a relationship. Those who are familiar with Selene will find that she seems a little OOC here, and I'd have to agree; however, this is also an AU Selene who has suffered another loss and who finds herself in a strange world. Next part she'll show a little more of her old self. Those who remember Ballari might find it surprising to see her show a more vulnerable side, but it seemed right when I put her with Selene. (Technically it's the City of Heroes versions of them that I made, but there's no real mention of the world they're in so I didn't feel it fit that fandom.)
I’m not the sort of woman to get sentimental. Emotions can be hazardous in my line of work—empathetic assassins are soon dead assassins. Even so, there had been the occasional exception to my “no attachments” rule; Mykolas and Karl sprang to mind, two men it still hurt to think about. Yet, despite the continued pain of their losses and the potential for betrayal, I found myself inexplicably drawn to Ballari again and again.
Maybe it was our shared loneliness. We were each visitors to a strange world so different from our respective homes. Weazel had told me she’d come through a portal like me, which meant she understood the loneliness, that no matter how many friends you made or how hard you tried, you were always separate and disconnected from everything around you. Simply put, we didn’t belong here and we never would. A depressing trait to bond over, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
Then again, it could be the mystery she presented. Her muteness meant we couldn’t exactly share our life stories over a cup of coffee. I didn’t understand sign language—though she was trying to teach me—and there was only so much writing she could do before her hand cramped. Getting to know her was a challenge and I appreciate a good challenge, especially when the reward was more time spent in the bedroom finding new ways to get her to make noise. She couldn’t form words, but I’d learned she could moan and, on occasion, scream.
In spite of that little fact, it was still a shock to discover she could also sing.
Perhaps it’s more accurate to say she hummed. An outsider might not have found it so fascinating, and they probably would have pointed out that she was off-key in a pretty big way. Yet the melody was, well, music to my ears.
We were at the beach on a month-long vacation in one of John’s beach houses he’d so graciously offered me after some assistance I’d given him in a personal matter. Without any hesitation I’d invited Ballari to join me. The two of us alone together for an entire month was a perfect opportunity for me to finally decide if she was going to be just another lover or a new exception to my rule. The first few days were full of frenzied love-making in nearly every room in the house, plus a failed attempt at fooling around on the beach. Let’s just say the movies make it appear way more fun than it actually is. They also neglect to mention the propensity for sand to lodge itself into some very uncomfortable places.
After a couple of days to recover from that unfortunate mistake, we started exploring our relative boundaries. She had a submissive streak I was eager to encourage, and we settled into the roles of mistress and pet relatively easily for such a new relationship. I’d spend a little time telling her where and when to touch me and then I’d take even longer to explore her body, discovering ways to make her squeal—whether or not I restrained her first depended on my mood at the time. Sometimes it was fun to hold her down while she played at being weak and powerless.
And sometimes it was nice just to hold her in my arms while the silence stretched between us. I would sit up in bed with Ballari curled up next to me, her head tucked under my chin while my fingers ran up and down the length of her arm or played with her long blond hair. Outside I could hear the waves crashing against the shore; the continuous sound had an almost meditative effect. In those moments, I relaxed and allowed my mind to focus on subjects I tried not to think about at other times. Mostly I thought of my home on Aria and the people I’d left behind, which is what I was thinking of when I heard humming.
Like most noise Ballari made, it was quiet, so much so that at first I thought it might be coming from outside. Once I realized it was her, I stalled my plans to run outside to look for peeping perverts and simply listened. As I said before, she didn’t exactly have perfect pitch, but that only added to its charm. A part of me felt flattered to know she was comfortable enough with me to let her guard down like that. It was another level of intimacy I hadn’t expected to find with her.
Though I didn’t want her to stop, after a few bars I asked, “What song is that?”
The humming came to an abrupt stop and her shoulders stiffened against me. She sat up and I saw her cheeks gradually reddening. Her hands came up and I watched her fingers move as they slowly—for my benefit—made a small number of gestures that roughly translated to, “Acacia sang it to me.”
“Oh,” I murmured. Acacia had been her lover back on her home world, and while she never brought it up, I knew she missed her like I missed Karl and Madoc. I held up my arms and indicated she should lie back down. When she complied, I kissed the top of her head and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. “I like it,” I whispered. “Can you teach it to me?”
Several seconds later she resumed humming and I continued to stroke her hair while pretending not to notice the way her voice occasionally cracked or the dampness of her tears that fell onto my skin. If she noticed my own tears wetting the top of her head, she never mentioned it.
