ιѕαвєℓα (rivaini) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-07 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, isabela, kitiara uth matar |
Who: Isabela & Kitiara
What: Dream Gossip (and 'Kit-Has-a-Girlfriend' Gossip)
When: Backdated to mid-March, somewhere's around there
Where: The Hanged Man
Rating/Warnings: Nooooot really?
Status: Complete
Kitiara was damn pleased. Asami had rushed over after her post to the network, and Kitiara had been pleased to discover that she wasn’t actually pregnant. Not that she had actually believed herself to be pregnant, she told herself. It was just a precaution, something to make sure. She would never admit, to herself or anyone else, just how much the prospect of a dream baby had shaken her. But that horrible moment was over, even if she was still queasy sometimes after she woke up. Now was the time to have a few drinks with one of her favourite pirates. She sauntered into the bar, a bounce to her step. “Hey there, gorgeous,” Kitiara purred, sliding onto one of the bar stools. “How’s business?” “Hello there, kitten!” Well, this Kit was more like a jaguar, but it suited her. Isabela grinned, slyly sliding a plate of something to her dear friend - hot chocolate, hot buttered rum cake. A somewhat new recipe, considering Bela didn’t bake that often - but when she did, everything sold out in the blink of an eye (the King Alistair ice cream drink was quite popular with cake, when it was available) so she had some skill in the culinary arts once she actually arsed herself to do it. Besides, seemed like Kit could use something chocolate after the possibility of a dream pregnancy somehow crossing realms in some kind of immaculate conception thing. Then, grabbing the towel she’d slung over her shoulder, she wiped down a quick spot at the bar - it always made for a good show, leaning over in a skimpy top that she no doubt wore. Even if it was cold outside, it was warm in here with all the people and the candles, the fireplace, the glow of the ambiance in general. “Business is booming, I can’t complain. Quite glad you stopped by though! Want anything to drink?” “You already know the answer to that,” Kitiara said, digging her fork into the cake and letting the morsel sit on the end of her fork for a moment. “I’m not pregnant, so I think I’ll drink this bar dry,” Kitiara mused. Or, at least, she’d do her best, hopefully with the help of the bodacious buccaneer. “But I’ll start with some rum, unless you want to surprise me with something else.” She sure hadn’t expected the cake, that was for sure, though she wasn’t about to complain. She placed the morsel in her mouth, and let out a pleased sound. Aw, Isabela did so love to hear orgasmic noises when the rare instances of her cooking or baking was appreciated! “Rum to go with rum cake - or actually, I’ve got just the thing, a fun surprise,” she promised, and rummaged behind the bar. The chocolate was what she was focusing on, and you needed something to cut through the richness. That was why she procured a coffee stout, and it was one that she just loved to smell - seriously, get a whiff, the aroma was grand. Smooth going down too, with a pleasant aftertaste. Coffee was a stimulant and alcohol was a depressant - so you put them together and it was pure magic. She got one for herself too, for the purposes of sipping. “So you officially pissed on the stick and everything? Not pregnant?” What a fucking mess that would have been. The pregnancy, not the peeing - or perhaps both. Kitiara took the pint in hand and swallowed a large mouthful, pleased if not a little surprised by the pleasantly bitter taste. Only then did she sniff the beer. “Oh Bela, you’re far too good to me.” This probably was the best congratulations on not being pregnant dessert she could have hoped for. “Yep,” Kitiara said. “On three of them, just to be safe. My girlfriend picked some up for me,” she added the last with a perceptive glint in her eyes, quietly gauging Isabela’s reaction. Oh, come on! You couldn’t be Kit and drop the world girlfriend without getting a reaction. At least not from someone as perceptive as Isabela, who had known the motorcycle queen since she moved to this great metaphysical hellhole known as Orange County. And Bela certainly wouldn’t have placed bets on Kitiara settling down with one person anytime soon. “What!” she sputtered, but was absolutely delighted though. At least she’d swallowed that mouthful of coffee beer first. It would have been a right shame to spew something so beautiful. “Now, is this the new development you were referring to on the network? I want to hear all about the man you procreated with in dreams, but first this,” she insisted, chin propped up in her hands. Do tell. Kitiara grinned. Her favourite part of telling her friends about Asami was seeing the surprised looks on their faces. Nothing pleased Kitiara more than doing something that was completely unexpected. “It is,” Kitiara said. “I thought that it was best to tell you the news in person, so I could see the delightful look on that face of yours.” And it had been completely worth it. “You might know her. Her name’s Asami, and she’s on the Network too. Big shot CEO, very rich, very gorgeous.” And there was something else too, something that Kitiara couldn’t quite put words to, which drew Kitiara to the other woman. “I think I’ve heard of her,” Isabela hummed. Asami, right. It did sound familiar. But if she was a bigshot CEO, then she must certainly be rolling in the dough. Not that money was the most important thing (she’d gone for Hawke before the Deep Roads riches had been discovered, after all) but it definitely didn’t hurt either. “Ooh, that’s lovely though, You’ve been seeing each other awhile, then? And just decided to now make it official?” There had to be something quite special about the lady to draw Kitiara in, and get her to stay. But it was somewhat sweet, wasn’t it? Everyone deserved something like that. Something nice. Bela was glad for her friend, that she was brave enough to take a chance on love too. “A few months,” Kitiara said. “She came in and got a tattoo from me a while ago, and things happened from there.” It seemed so long ago now, but maybe waking up in someone’s bed with a dream horse in the room did that. “I guess it’s about time that I found someone. I’m not getting any younger, after all.” “Never thought I’d hear you say that, but I’m glad for you, love,” Bela said, taking another sip of her beer, leaning over on the bartop with her elbows balanced there. Maybe spilling out of her top a little but when was she not? This bar was half hers to pose on like she was modeling for a pirate tavern wench agency, and she’d do what she pleased. “You ought to bring her by sometime, so I can meet her properly.” And make inappropriate comments! That was half the fun. Her eyes glinted like polished gold, treasure ahead. Because she wanted even more gossip; it always did pep up a slow day. “And what about this fellow in your dreams, then? What’s he like, and what would happen if you saw him here?” “I’m sure she’d like that,” Kitiara said. Someone else may have asked Isabela to play nice, but the thought hadn’t even crossed Kitiara’s mind. “Tanis? Well, like I said, he’s a regular do-gooder. He first found me fighting some hobgoblins, and he just had to step in to play hero,” Kitiara said, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. “And then he insisted on stopping to help every village that we walked through. It was annoying in a cute kind of way.” She leaned back and took a swig of her beer, thinking about what exactly she would do if he showed up here. “I honestly have no idea. Invite him for a drink, I suppose.” “Oh, bloody hell, he sounds like Hawke,” Bela started laughing - because stopping to help every village that they walked through? Yes, that fit her mage spouse like a fucking glove. Though granted, sometimes it was a matter of him getting roped into lending his talents because of favours owed, something or another, or even assisting one of their companions - they’d spent a lot of time in slaver caves, to deal with Fenris’ issues. Not that she regretted any of that, but she could definitely understand ‘annoying in a cute way.’ Maker. “Half of our adventures were because we were helping someone else, in Kirkwall and beyond.” She was also curious about this Tanis fellow - and not that she would say out loud that he and Kit likely made an adorable match, but her expression pretty much said it all. “If he shows up, I’ll give him a round on the house,” she grinned. “He and my ball and chain would get along, no doubt.” Another pull from her beer bottle, and she hummed contentedly at the taste. “But so you’re happy now? With your lady?” Just making sure. Isabela wanted only the best for her friends, the few stalwart ones she had. “What a headache,” Kitiara groaned good-naturedly. “What is it with men and needing to jump into every cause they come across?” Kit was more about furthering her own cause first, and those of her friends and family after. Random strangers never entered the mix, at least, not unless they were willing to pay a lot of money. “Oh, I’m sure they would,” Kit agreed. “Though I’m sure that Tanis could get along with nearly everyone.” He and Caven even seemed to be getting along. They weren’t friends, and Kit was sure they never would be, given that they were both the potential father of the spawn Kitiara had growing inside her in the dreams. But Tanis managed to avoid getting involved in Caven’s posturing, which was probably admirable if someone was into that whole level-headed thing. “But yeah, I’m happy,” Kitiara said, a lopsided smile crossing her face. “Asami’s like no one I’ve met before. Just don’t tell anyone,” she added with a wink. How utterly adorable! To hear confirmation was nice. It meant Isabela didn’t have to threaten anyone at knifepoint, but this Asami person didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would deserve a threat at knifepoint anyway. She’d be good to Kitiara, and happily ever after and all that rubbish? Or happy for the moment, she supposed. “Your secret’s safe with me,” Bela promised. “I’m also glad you’re not knocked up from a world away but for the dreams themselves, I’m completely rooting for the half-elven fellow as the father of your spawn.” Team Tanis! Next time Tas was around to cook up some delicious things on a shift, she’d have to ask what Kit’s lover was like too, you know, really get another perspective. Especially a unique and patented Tasslehoff perspective. Kitiara made a face as though she had just smelled a skunk after it had sprayed a pile of dead fish at the mention of the pregnancy. “Caven at least wouldn’t care what I did with the little spawn after it came out of me, but you can bet that if Tanis ever finds out about this little pregnancy, he’ll be whining about how much he wants to raise it.” Kit had already tried to get the female mage to do away with the fetus, though the mage had refused. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do with it, but raising it was definitely not on the agenda. “Thank god I don’t have to actually deal with that. To empty uteruses and full pint glasses,” she said, lifting her glass for a cheers. Isabela laughed heartily - well, that was indeed one hell of a toast. “To empty uteruses and many full pint glasses,” she snickered and clink. She’d certainly drink to that! |