Lord Vaako (![]() ![]() @ 2008-09-12 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 15, lord vaako, richard riddick |
Day Fifteen
Who: Vaako and Riddick
What: Nighttime discussions.
When: Um... in the nighttime. Day 15.
Where: Their room
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Complete
It wasn't exactly that he would say he'd been avoiding Riddick... or maybe that's precisely what he would say, actually. Since the unsettling conversation with the Ranger who spoke in riddles, and then the oddness in the library after, when he hadn't had the chance to talk to the Furyan about what he'd almost learned, he had just been spending lots of time outside his room.
Even tonight, after coming in, he'd been quiet. Not that this was all that unusual for him, really. But normally, they exchanged at least a few words. They'd become sort of comfortable, despite everything. Or so Vaako had thought. That, however, was before all sorts of weirdness had happened. Now, everything felt different. And, he couldn't for the life of him figure out if he liked it that way or not.
Strong, beautiful in his own way, Riddick was still not the type Vaako would normally find himself going for. For one thing, he'd never been unfaithful to his wife, and since they were joined, he hadn't done anything sexual with a man. For another, well, Vaako was a fairly dominant person, and tended to find those subservient to him. Riddick, well, he really wasn't. But that didn't change anything. 'His type' or not, he wanted his Lord Marshal. It was time to be very clear on that fact. Even if he never did anything about it, and he probably wouldn't, he wasn't going to lie to himself.
He'd been lying in bed, pretending to read a book, but in reality wrestling with himself, for the past couple of hours. Finally, he set the book down. With an overly-elaborate attempt at being casual, he looked over to the other bed. It was time to bite the bullet. He had some answers to get. He was going to use all his considerable skill at subtlety, but he was going to ask his questions.
"My Lord Riddick..." He began in an overly formal way, and then could have smacked himself. But he kept going, hoping the other man wouldn't hate him. "I had an... interesting conversation yesterday."