ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ (weaponizing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-03 20:28:00 |
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It wasn’t often that Bast took the time to go to the beach, but then she also usually didn’t have work until later in the day and it was in the name of gossip and spending time with Gamora. The sun was warm and the drinks were cold, which was really all that mattered to her. “I feel very much like a cat lazily lying in the sun.” She smiled. “Which isn’t all that far from the truth, is it?” She was a cat goddess that was lazily lying in the sun. One that had at one point (in the dreams) been living as a cat. For six years. It was a very long time, but hardly longer than she’d been trapped in the dark fighting Apophis. But that didn’t really transfer here. She had not bothered to have Muffin host her. Even if it might have made some things easier and she might have a way to sneak around. She could make most of the people around see what she wanted them to. Not everyone was so easily tricked and she didn’t hide herself if she didn’t need to. Like today. She felt comfortable around Gamora, so she could be quite herself. Gamora was pretty comfortable at the beach - she’d grown up accustomed to seeing the ocean, and in Hawaii, you’d find some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. On the Big Island there was Punalu’u, with its jet black sand and green sea turtles - it was the only beach where they’d lay their eggs, and that held a draw for some people. So did camping, picnicking, and snorkeling. Other beaches were limited to only twenty-five people at a time - you could enjoy the turquoise waters and pristine sands in relative quiet. The selections were nice in Orange County too though. She enjoyed the sugar-sand between her toes, the salty breeze, cooling off in the ocean after sizzling out in the heat, and the ever-present aroma of grilling hamburgers and steaks. That telltale scent just seemed to go along with a day out on the beach, towel on the sand and lying there lazily. Such as what they were doing now. She wore her glamour, of course, since a green-skinned alien enjoying the sun might alarm some people. Her enchanted necklace was looped around her neck, and in cheeky homage to her true self her swimsuit was a bright green bikini. Gamora thought it looked nice contrasted against the mocha coloring her human self once had. “You resemble a cat,” she chuckled, pushing up her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. There was shade under their umbrella but not much elsewhere. “I think you would like the beaches in Hawaii too - one with the luau’s. Feasts and hula dancing.” Popular with tourists, yes. “Or the lomi-lomi massage. Best for a romantic getaway.” There was a small smile as Bast looked over at Gamora. “Well, at least I resemble what I am. Sort of.” She had the eyes of a cat, but those were carefully hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Mostly because she was just as sensitive to large amounts of sunlight with cat eyes as she had been before them. Her swimsuit was pink, but not a glaring hot pink so much as a coral color. “I probably would like them. I used to travel a little more when I had people I was working for regularly, but...never Hawaii. Unfortunately.” She thought it would probably be nice. Yes, she’d probably be the same as any other tourist, but could anyone really blame her? Well, she would try to be respectful at least. She thought that should count for something. “Is the water really as beautiful as the pictures suggest?” Because it was hard to say. She had a feeling they wouldn’t advertise the beaches so much if they weren’t nice and she’d never heard a complaint about them. “I’m not sure what the lomi-lomi part of that massage suggests, but I’m pretty sure massages are always a positive thing, so I have trouble thinking I wouldn’t like them.” Ah, romantic getaways. She had half a mind to drag T’Challa somewhere considering he spent a good amount of time at work and was only going to spend more time there. She let out a small sigh. “At this rate, I may never have a romantic getaway. The dreams gave T’Challa something from the dreams that he’s quite intent on working on. I hate to abuse my power, but I am fairly certain I am more fun than some dream ship.” She sighed again. “But it makes him happy, so I guess I will have to allow some time for it. But I will probably cheat and drag him away from it more than strictly necessary.” Bast didn’t need to worry, lomi-lomi wasn’t anything dirty. Though Gamora supposed it could be, if you put a happy ending in there? Anyway. “That type of massage means to knead or rub, like the paws of a happy kitten would,” she spoke, reaching over with her ‘claws’ and playfully swiping the air. Obviously the Cat Goddess knew of such things and was an expert in them. “But I understand what it’s like, having to drag your love away from a ship.” She sat up, sort of rolling off her beach chair like a sloth - ever so slow and sluggish, but that was the good thing about lying out, you didn’t have to be anywhere - and reaching for the lid of the cooler. “Peter just got parts of the Milano. It’s the spaceship we traveled in, in our dreams. Actually, it’s more like a home.” The top of the cooler was knocked off, and she rummaged around. Being out in the sun made her hungrier and thirstier than normal. “Just distract him with your powers of feminine persuasion, and he’ll come running. Wine, pizza, and peanut butter cups seemed to work for Peter last time. Do you want anything from here?” A cold bottled water and one of the sub sandwiches from the grocery store deli seemed to be what Gamora was after - yep, she’d devour a foot-long sub and would have no fucks to give about it either. “Oh. Yes, I think I would probably like that.” And she did know a thing or two about cats and how they were. She’d just never heard of massages that were like being kneaded by a cat. She rather hoped there were a little less claws to these massages, much as she didn’t fault cats for doing whatever it was they wanted to, but people didn’t need to dig their nails into her otherwise. Unless it felt nice. Then she might forgive it. “I never thought I’d have to compete with a ship before. Now...the ship is a dangerous competitor for his affections and attention.” There was a hint of a pout, but it didn’t last. She knew she had ways of catching his attention. Or she’d have to have a stare down with the ship. “He says I’m free to order him home since I’m his goddess and he has to listen to my orders. But really, I hope I don’t have to order him to leave. I figure I’ll either show up in a distracting outfit or send pictures if necessary.” And they would not be pictures that were safe for work. “Water, please. I’ll figure out the food in a little while. I don’t know if I feel like eating in that moment.” But that was more because the concept of moving enough to eat felt too far from the napping that she was in the mood for at the moment. But she could drink water. Gamora passed over a bottle of H20, and sat lotus-style in her chair so she could unwrap her sandwich and begin chowing down. What would really hit the spot right now would be one of those fruity cocktails with a paper umbrella (hey, even hardasses such as her liked those, don’t judge) in it but with all the sun and the salt, she was pretty sure she’d just dry out if she drank alcohol. “I trust you can distract him and he’ll successfully pick you over the ship everytime,” she snorted a laugh. “You have breasts, don’t you?” A rhetorical question. But T’Challa was a heterosexual male, Bast was his girlfriend, and she was nothing short of beautiful. No doubt even just her in something skimpy would do the job. “But things are going well in your relationship?” Last time she checked, Bast hadn’t really been sure where they stood. It seemed like they figured the nuances out though. That was nice. They had certainly figured things out. She felt a warmth spread over her entire body just thinking about it. There was a smile that almost seemed to radiate a glow from inside. “Thank you. Both for the water and your faith in my being distracting.” She laughed a little at the question about her breasts. For good show, she pretended to check to make sure that she did, in fact, have breasts. Then faux relief at having found them. “Yes. Things are going well. We were separated for a while during the whole Storm Trooper adventure, but we found each other eventually.” She took a sip of her water, smiling a little way to herself. “He ran all the way to my home to find me and make sure I was safe, which was romantic.” She toyed with her hair. “Even in the dreams, I never really liked anyone. Bes was in love with me, but he was...a friend.” Very decidedly so. “So this is fairly new for me, but I really like him. Really like him.” “That is very sweet,” Gamora stated, and she wasn’t so afraid of things like that anymore - she wouldn’t shrivel up and die, or break out into hives. Much. Opening herself up to the idea of love and courtship helped her - once she relaxed, and let it happen, everything fell into place. Stretching out in her chair once more, she let out a content sigh as she picked at bits of rare roast beef. This was destined for her teeth to bite into. “I understand about it all being new. In my own dreams, there is obviously something between me and Peter - but I never acknowledge it, much to his displeasure,” she grinned. “Maybe one day we’ll get our shit together. Here, I don’t want things to go unsaid. And I’m...happy.” Yes, she was, imagine that. A damn miracle. “He is...freedom. In a way. I don’t have to be just what my father envisioned for me, I can be anyone, I can be myself. If that makes sense?” “Yes. It makes sense.” She smiled a little. “It’s nice to have someone that you can be yourself around. All of yourself.” She was almost always herself around everyone, save occasionally hiding her eyes from people. Of course, with people who didn’t dream, she couldn’t very well tell them she was a goddess without the wrong sort of remarks. But she didn’t want to only be known for being a goddess either. Even if she did enjoy that T’Challa addressed her as ‘Goddess’. It had started out as a knee-jerk way to speak to her, but had changed over time to something that carried affection just as much as obligation. “I hope your dream selves figure things out eventually. I don’t think I have any great romance to expect, but at least I will help Sadie and Carter.” That was the important thing. Hopefully she would help to destroy Apophis eventually and Ma’at would rule, but she wasn’t sure that Apophis would ever truly be destroyed. Chaos did not just die. There were too many other sects and their own chaotic gods. She had spent too many years fighting him to believe it possible. Ma’at and Apophis were the first. “But it is nice. Having someone to spend time with, someone that wants to be around you too.” She was quiet a moment before gracefully slipping off her chair and grabbing her own sandwich out of the cooler. Apparently she was hungry after all. There was nothing better than lazing on the beach and just eating all the things. No scientific evidence had been presented proving that the fresh sea air made you ravenous, but Gamora definitely felt it right now. Which was why she rummaged for some fruit - watermelon slices, berries, she also had salsa in the cooler and chips to go with it in her beach bag. Nommm. “Do you think you are in love with him?” she asked bluntly, because this particular topic was relevant to her. “I recently told Peter...that. How I felt. I was ready, at the time.” From the way Bast talked, her expressions when she merely mentioned T’Challa’s name, it sounded like she was heading down that road to the L-word. Gamora was happy for her friend, if so. Love. It was an entirely new concept to her, but yes. It existed for her now. “I do,” she said with a hint of a smile. “He said it first, though.” She hadn’t said it outright, hadn’t used the actual words, but when he said he was falling for her, she said he wasn’t alone. “Well, he said he was falling in love with me. I don’t know if I’d considered it entirely before he said it, but…” But now she felt it. She’d known familial love, but now romantic love. “I had never figured that I would fall for a mortal of all people, but I suppose I can’t leave all the fun to the Greeks and Romans.” They might have mortals as hosts, but not much of late. Especially with so many of them being locked away. “I’m glad you and Peter are doing so well, though. He seems very nice. A little odd, but nice.” And she didn’t mind odd. T’Challa was a very reserved person in most situations and did not really like scenes, but she liked that about him. He was open with her which was what mattered. “I am glad you are happy.” They were all a little odd, weren’t they? Gamora included herself in that. Peter was also kind and sweet - and very young at heart, a boy who really hadn’t understood why his father left him and never was in contact after that. She could only hope that things turned out alright for him, in that regard, in the continuation of their dreams. But knowing what sort of things the Guardians got into, it was highly unlikely that Ego had the best intentions for his son. Gamora was no psychic but she just had a feeling. “We fall in love with who we fall in love with,” she shrugged, sipping her water. She bit into a juicy watermelon piece after that (though was careful not to swallow the seeds - the myth about a watermelon growing in your stomach was just a myth, but still). “Immortal or mortal, green or orange or gold - the heart just wants what it wants, I suppose.” There was a quick nod at that. Yes. It was true that people tended to go wherever they wanted, that feelings were not entirely logical about things. Still, she would eventually have to deal with the fact that he was not going to be around forever. For right now, she was getting used to the idea that she had feelings. “But do you know people who are orange or gold? Because I have not met people of that color yet. Though Set is a bright red.” She ate some of her sandwich, leaning back in her chair. “He looks absolutely ridiculous.” Which was true. He was so red. He looked positively angry all the time. Technically, he was a god that operated in chaos, which was why Ra cast him out from the inner circle and stopped him from being a protector of the sun boat. “Like a cherry popsicle...only angrier.” “I don’t think I have, but I’m sure they’re out there,” Gamora laughed. “A cherry popsicle though, that sounds like it’d be painful - I am glad I am not pale enough to turn into one, out here in the sun.” She actually wasn’t sure what burnt green skin would look like - green and red wasn’t a great color combination; it would probably turn her grey or muddy brown. Distinctly unattractive. Full of delicious food (for now) and unable to stuff another bite into her mouth, she relaxed on her throne and just let herself close her eyes, listening to the distant cry of gulls and the splash of waves on the shore. They’d picked a good spot that wasn’t too crowded (a few children milled about with their families, playing) which was pleasant because the last thing she needed was to tell some hornball who approached two bikini-clad ladies on the beach to fuck off. Likely she would not be very nice about it either. “Wake me if I fall asleep,” she mumbled drowsily. “This is...pleasant.” Bast laughed. “Oh, it is just how his skin is colored. Everything about Set is red. Even the sand and his pyramid.” Really, he was a walking, talking advertisement for poor temper management. Osiris and Nephthys had been the more manageable of the four. She preferred them. They were not actively trying to kill her and neither had poisoned her father. “I promise to wake you,” she said. “So long as I am not also asleep.” That was also a possibility too, Gamora supposed. Still, she’d risk it - she was not a heavy sleeper (able to snap awake and jam something sharp into someone’s throat, that was a promise), and a siesta in the sun? It sounded like just what the doctor ordered. |