gerickkesepton

gerickmpb asked:

The room was eerily quiet save for the quiet hum of the monitor that sat before her. On the screen sat the pixelated image of a certain spellslinger, his record fully on display. However it wasn't the picture that caught the judge’s attention but what was written below in the additional notes. “Despite being of Cassian birth he has proven himself ti...”

silassedgewick answered:

Generally, identifying one’s self as an Exile was a relatively easy process.

Exile.

Done.

Gerick’s file had dating, and notations.

She honestly hadn’t known the true purpose of her sudden digging on the man, save that niddering sense that she wasn’t necessarily seeing the whole picture to him. What was then left before her to be seen, had the Judge lost in a certain wave of—

What did she even feel?

Defected, it said. 

Previous suspicions lessened.

How many years of laying low did it take before you felt like you could act, though?

Silas pushed to her feet, swiping a hand to tack off the display as she grabbed her coat and headed out. 

She needed to see for herself.

Had she been letting a snake curl around her ankle?

gerickkesepton:

It would have been his luck that as soon as he had ascended to the second level, a loud series of knocks barraged the door. 

When he wasn’t out and about Gerick was thankfully easy enough to find. It seemed, do the lack of any signs of disuse, that he was likely in-residence at his house, and not out on any manner of explorations. 

Open up!” she yelled, leaning back and resting a hand at her hip after she gave another sound knock. 

gerickmpb asked:

The room was eerily quiet save for the quiet hum of the monitor that sat before her. On the screen sat the pixelated image of a certain spellslinger, his record fully on display. However it wasn't the picture that caught the judge’s attention but what was written below in the additional notes. “Despite being of Cassian birth he has proven himself ti...”

Generally, identifying one’s self as an Exile was a relatively easy process.

Exile.

Done.

Gerick’s file had dating, and notations.

She honestly hadn’t known the true purpose of her sudden digging on the man, save that niddering sense that she wasn’t necessarily seeing the whole picture to him. What was then left before her to be seen, had the Judge lost in a certain wave of—

What did she even feel?

Defected, it said. 

Previous suspicions lessened.

How many years of laying low did it take before you felt like you could act, though?

Silas pushed to her feet, swiping a hand to tack off the display as she grabbed her coat and headed out. 

She needed to see for herself.

Had she been letting a snake curl around her ankle?

gerickkesepton

silassedgewick asked:

"Is this what you wanted?"

gerickkesepton answered:

It was no secret the judge loved coffee and often Gerick watched her add an impressive amount of condiments to the brew. His curiosity was peaked and decided to request her make him a cup the way she does.

When he received the cup he looked down at the slurry of nearly white concoction. He sniffed it quickly and easily sensed the exorbitant amount of sucrose hidden within. Doubt started to fill his mind but he got himself into this situation. Quickly he took a sip.

The heat from the liquid scalded his lips and tongue. It was liking drinking a dessert so sweet his left eye wouldn’t stop twitching.

gerickkesepton:

silassedgewick:

Silas leaned forward expectantly, fingers threaded together as she took in the display. 

Eventually, she curled a luxuriant smirk, apparently satisfied with how he had taken it. 

"It’s good, right?"

It was a sad truth. Silas had an unexpectedly sweet tooth of gigantic proportion. 

Her coffee was liquid honey.

Gerick gave a weak nod, swallowed hard and gave her an uneasy grin. “Y-yummy…”

"Good. Now…."

She propped a hip against the table, her own cup help aloft as she stared him down. 

"… How did you get on my ship?”

gerickkesepton
gerickkesepton:

silassedgewick:


It was when she caught sight of the tears welling at the corners of his eyes that a hand lifted from her lap in a sudden motion, digits hooking along the cuff of his coat-sleeve and keeping hold tightly. 
She didn’t seem to realize she had moved until after the fact, her gaze widening as she looked to where she had caught him. 
Panic blanched her already pale visage, but that grip didn’t drop even as she cut her gaze away—fixating on the window.

Blame gerickkesepton, he wanted this moment drawn out! 

Though I didn’t exactly have to twist your arm. X3

Sssshhh. It was a neat scene. XD

gerickkesepton:

silassedgewick:

It was when she caught sight of the tears welling at the corners of his eyes that a hand lifted from her lap in a sudden motion, digits hooking along the cuff of his coat-sleeve and keeping hold tightly. 

She didn’t seem to realize she had moved until after the fact, her gaze widening as she looked to where she had caught him. 

Panic blanched her already pale visage, but that grip didn’t drop even as she cut her gaze away—fixating on the window.

Blame gerickkesepton, he wanted this moment drawn out! 

Though I didn’t exactly have to twist your arm. X3

Sssshhh. It was a neat scene. XD

gerickkesepton

silassedgewick asked:

"Is this what you wanted?"

gerickkesepton answered:

It was no secret the judge loved coffee and often Gerick watched her add an impressive amount of condiments to the brew. His curiosity was peaked and decided to request her make him a cup the way she does.

When he received the cup he looked down at the slurry of nearly white concoction. He sniffed it quickly and easily sensed the exorbitant amount of sucrose hidden within. Doubt started to fill his mind but he got himself into this situation. Quickly he took a sip.

The heat from the liquid scalded his lips and tongue. It was liking drinking a dessert so sweet his left eye wouldn’t stop twitching.

Silas leaned forward expectantly, fingers threaded together as she took in the display. 

Eventually, she curled a luxuriant smirk, apparently satisfied with how he had taken it. 

"It’s good, right?"

It was a sad truth. Silas had an unexpectedly sweet tooth of gigantic proportion. 

Her coffee was liquid honey.

gerickmpb

gerickmpb asked:

"Don’t be scared now, close your eyes."

silassedgewick answered:

A furrow formed along her brows as Silas stared up at Gerick, looking about to protest. 

"I"m not scared," was all she managed, lips pursing as she shut her gaze. 

… She had no idea what he was up to. 

Generally, that was dangerous.

Still, the very fact that she was complying to his instructions was an immense step in the state of her trust to the man, even if she fidgeted faintly with her hands. 

gerickmpb:

silassedgewick:

gerickkesepton:

Gerick was slightly shocked she complied so easily to his request. He looked back down the tunnel the cold green eyes of the augmenters growing ever closer. He embraced the woman and unceremoniously leapt off the cliff face.

The rush of fresh air excited Gerick, after being trapped in the infernal Eldan hellhole, the the ever growing treeline concerned him a bit. Just as the ground approached he drew one of his pistols aiming it towards the earth.

A sudden surge of spell power erupted from the barrel slowing down their decent. With the last bit of spell power he tore open a gate big enough for the two to slip through. The sudden upward trajectory was slowed by the pulled gravity dropping them several feet to the ground.

He released his grasp on the judge and coughed trying to hide his flushed cheeks. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

She immediately snapped open her eyes when she was embraced and thus swept of her feet, launched into the air with Gerick as they made one last blind leap to escape the augmenters still in their wake. 

Shit—!” she grit, regretting the leave of solace her lack of sight had given her. 

Silas tucked her face against his neck, latching on for dear life—the remnants of it—whichever, trying not to vocalize the slew of curses that were running through her mind. 

Instead, there was a sudden shift, the air around them rebuffing the pair’s descent as the Gate spell counteracted the fall, leaving them to hop safely to the ground below. 

Released, Silas staggered a pace or two away, trying to not give away how shaken her ability to stand properly had become. The Judge turned, half gawking at him as though lost to disbelief that he had actually just done… exactly what he’d done. 

"That…"

"You…"

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Her hands lifted, a helpless sort of gesture to his response. 

Then, when she couldn’t find anything else to say, she aimed a light punch at his shoulder. 

"TELL me next time you’re pulling something like that off!"

justicegraves

justicegraves:

silassedgewick:

justicegraves:

"Well, ‘recent’ is relative," Silas quipped defensively, propping her chin in the bed of a palm as she turned her gaze to the window. 

Still, Georgiana knew the answer to her inquiry just in that. Her make shift cover was blown, and she was brooding a touch on it. 

"… What happened? Do you know what I was doing before all this?"

"I don’ know much," Georgiana admitted, still smiling as she began to re-do one of the ponytails of Mabel’s hair that had come undone. "I ‘ad the day off and was takin’ care of Mabel here. I know it had somethin’ to do with the Darkspur Cartel and some sort of giant explosion.

"So likely business as usual."

"Mn," Silas glanced back to her, offering a single-shouldered shrug. "It’ll come back. I’m not worried about it."

She was, immensely. The more she was having to deal with actually having people around she didn’t recognize, the more complicated the reality of the situation was making itself to her. 

It was aggravating. 

"Either way, I guess I’m off duty as well for the time being. Not like I’m going anywhere."

"Well, don’ you worry," Georgi insisted, smiling even wider at the other woman as her daughter proceeded to wrap her arms around her mom and snuggle in close. "There’s plenty a’ Judges on Nexus. The world won’ collapse while ye get better. An’ we’ll come check on ye as often as we can. Maybe e’en smuggle some cookies past the nurses next time."

The corner of her lips ticked at the smile, a familiar response rising along the surface of the woman’s expression as she regarded her Justice. 

"… Thanks."

What she wanted was some coffee that didn’t taste like burnt paper and dirt.

… Was it even actual coffee?

She waggled a plush Lopp ear. “I’ll … be here.”

Georgiana nodded as her daughter squirmed out from her arms, crawling across the bed to sit on the edge closest to the woman on the window.

"Mupp protect you," she said in her small voice, smiling and pointing to the plush in the woman’s arm. "Mupp make betta."

"Yes, yes, sugar lump, Mupp’ll watch over ‘er while we’re away," Georgiana laughed, scooping her daughter up and blowing a raspberry into the squirming and laughing child’s cheek.

"We won’ bother ye any more," she then said, turning to look at Silas with a smile still stuck on her face. "Ye get some rest. Plenty a’ bad guys out there fer us t’ put out’a business once yer back t’ normal."

She stared after them, the plush Lopp ear she had been waggling just seconds before drooping when the motion paused. 

Mupp?

"Uh…"

Silas glanced down at the plushie, glad its head was turned away from her. 

Oh. Great.

"… Th… thanks…"

gerickkesepton

gerickmpb asked:

"Don’t be scared now, close your eyes."

silassedgewick answered:

A furrow formed along her brows as Silas stared up at Gerick, looking about to protest. 

"I"m not scared," was all she managed, lips pursing as she shut her gaze. 

… She had no idea what he was up to. 

Generally, that was dangerous.

Still, the very fact that she was complying to his instructions was an immense step in the state of her trust to the man, even if she fidgeted faintly with her hands. 

gerickkesepton:

Gerick was slightly shocked she complied so easily to his request. He looked back down the tunnel the cold green eyes of the augmenters growing ever closer. He embraced the woman and unceremoniously leapt off the cliff face.

The rush of fresh air excited Gerick, after being trapped in the infernal Eldan hellhole, the the ever growing treeline concerned him a bit. Just as the ground approached he drew one of his pistols aiming it towards the earth.

A sudden surge of spell power erupted from the barrel slowing down their decent. With the last bit of spell power he tore open a gate big enough for the two to slip through. The sudden upward trajectory was slowed by the pulled gravity dropping them several feet to the ground.

He released his grasp on the judge and coughed trying to hide his flushed cheeks. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

She immediately snapped open her eyes when she was embraced and thus swept of her feet, launched into the air with Gerick as they made one last blind leap to escape the augmenters still in their wake. 

Shit—!” she grit, regretting the leave of solace her lack of sight had given her. 

Silas tucked her face against his neck, latching on for dear life—the remnants of it—whichever, trying not to vocalize the slew of curses that were running through her mind. 

Instead, there was a sudden shift, the air around them rebuffing the pair’s descent as the Gate spell counteracted the fall, leaving them to hop safely to the ground below. 

Released, Silas staggered a pace or two away, trying to not give away how shaken her ability to stand properly had become. The Judge turned, half gawking at him as though lost to disbelief that he had actually just done… exactly what he’d done. 

"That…"

"You…"