damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-09-14 18:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, cian wilde, damia ravin |
Who: Cian Wilde & Damia Ravin
What: Fisticuffs, ft. unexpected reciprocation.
Where: The Docks District.
When: 6pm.
Rating: R for violence and implied sexy situations.
Status: Complete!
Trust, when it came to other Guild members, was a touchy subject with a certain blonde corsair. On some superficial level, she could allow others something that closely resembled trust -- watching their backs, for instance -- but she'd never quite allowed them inside, not close enough to tell that opening herself up to others was more effort than it was worth. While she had no delusions of being an excellent actress, capable of masking all emotion, there were things no one was privy to seeing.
But somehow, only a few hours into her morning, Damia had wrangled a meeting with Cian to ruin her face, and invited Altair into the sanctity of her home. As she leaned her weight into the wall closest to the Docks crystal sometime much later, arms crossed (protectively) over her chest, she figured that she'd come a long way with the two of them, and that while she had no intention of allowing them a glimpse of her pathetic stream of personal issues, there was no harm in inviting them one step closer if it could benefit her, too.
And Cian Wilde was the only person she trusted to do the job right.