To Be Young Again - #19 - SW: RepCom - Ordo / Besany
Title: To Be Young Again
Pairing: Null Arc 11 Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 480~
Theme: #19 - The Next Door Neighbor
Comm: 30_distractions
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder. Characters belong to their respective owners.
Summary: “I see the way he looks at you, my dear,” Quina replies seriously, and nods with her wrinkled arms crossed over her chest. “These old eyes? They see all.”
A/N: Something a little on the light side, to balance out the stuff I've been writing recently.
(Prompt Table)
“Where’s that lovely young man that hangs around you all the time?” Mrs. Adma Quina Forbert questions from her balcony to the woman who stands on the other side of a two meter gap jutting out the side of a very tall residential apartment building. “I’ve baked a cake, and I’m sure Sebastian would like to see him again. The fat cat has taken quite a liking to him.”
“He’s… on the other side of the galaxy, by now,” the young woman says sadly as she leans against her own balcony’s banister.
Quina clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Oh! My dear girl, I am so sorry.”
Not far from them, the sky is filled with Coruscant’s heavy air traffic. Air-speeders loaded with all kinds of sentients roar by, filling the bright evening with all kinds of air and sound pollution. But that’s the life of a city planet, and why Adma Quina Forbert could never think of leaving.
The young, tall and blond woman starts, eyes wide in surprise. “N-no, that’s not what I meant. He’s… he’s working,” she explains quickly, the words tumbling out of her mouth.
Quina let’s out a high pitched chuckle as her beloved Sebastian rubs up against her feet. You are a fat feline, you are, she thinks as she bends down to scratch the round pet behind his ears, and then motions to her neighbor.
“You ought to keep that man on a tight leash, my girl.” She pauses to cackle, amusement dancing in her beady black eyes. “Back in my day, if a man and woman had been as serious as you two are, why, they’d be married with children on the way.”
“E-excuse me?” The blond woman blushes a deep shade of red as she struggles to fix the tight bun atop her head. “I’ve barely known him a year yet, Mrs. Forbert.”
Adma Quina Forbert merely let’s out a soft snort in reply, and then shoos her round Sebastian. The cat’s flat face scrunches in clear displeasure, but he knows better than to act against her wishes, and disappears inside the loft.
“I see the way he looks at you, my dear,” Quina replies seriously, and nods with her wrinkled arms crossed over her chest. “These old eyes? They see all.”
Her neighbor touches a hand to her mouth, the blush fading slightly as she stares out across the gap to Quina. She stares for a long moment, at least until the beep of a comlink breaks the silence.
Adma Quina Forbert watches the young woman pull out the comlink, watches as her wide eyes read the name written across the screen and instantly softens around the edges. The hard, all-business professional by the name of Wennen warps into a woman, Quina notes pleasantly, a young woman deeply in love.
Ah, Misses Forbert thinks. To be young again.
Pairing: Null Arc 11 Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 480~
Theme: #19 - The Next Door Neighbor
Comm: 30_distractions
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder. Characters belong to their respective owners.
Summary: “I see the way he looks at you, my dear,” Quina replies seriously, and nods with her wrinkled arms crossed over her chest. “These old eyes? They see all.”
A/N: Something a little on the light side, to balance out the stuff I've been writing recently.
(Prompt Table)
“Where’s that lovely young man that hangs around you all the time?” Mrs. Adma Quina Forbert questions from her balcony to the woman who stands on the other side of a two meter gap jutting out the side of a very tall residential apartment building. “I’ve baked a cake, and I’m sure Sebastian would like to see him again. The fat cat has taken quite a liking to him.”
“He’s… on the other side of the galaxy, by now,” the young woman says sadly as she leans against her own balcony’s banister.
Quina clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Oh! My dear girl, I am so sorry.”
Not far from them, the sky is filled with Coruscant’s heavy air traffic. Air-speeders loaded with all kinds of sentients roar by, filling the bright evening with all kinds of air and sound pollution. But that’s the life of a city planet, and why Adma Quina Forbert could never think of leaving.
The young, tall and blond woman starts, eyes wide in surprise. “N-no, that’s not what I meant. He’s… he’s working,” she explains quickly, the words tumbling out of her mouth.
Quina let’s out a high pitched chuckle as her beloved Sebastian rubs up against her feet. You are a fat feline, you are, she thinks as she bends down to scratch the round pet behind his ears, and then motions to her neighbor.
“You ought to keep that man on a tight leash, my girl.” She pauses to cackle, amusement dancing in her beady black eyes. “Back in my day, if a man and woman had been as serious as you two are, why, they’d be married with children on the way.”
“E-excuse me?” The blond woman blushes a deep shade of red as she struggles to fix the tight bun atop her head. “I’ve barely known him a year yet, Mrs. Forbert.”
Adma Quina Forbert merely let’s out a soft snort in reply, and then shoos her round Sebastian. The cat’s flat face scrunches in clear displeasure, but he knows better than to act against her wishes, and disappears inside the loft.
“I see the way he looks at you, my dear,” Quina replies seriously, and nods with her wrinkled arms crossed over her chest. “These old eyes? They see all.”
Her neighbor touches a hand to her mouth, the blush fading slightly as she stares out across the gap to Quina. She stares for a long moment, at least until the beep of a comlink breaks the silence.
Adma Quina Forbert watches the young woman pull out the comlink, watches as her wide eyes read the name written across the screen and instantly softens around the edges. The hard, all-business professional by the name of Wennen warps into a woman, Quina notes pleasantly, a young woman deeply in love.
Ah, Misses Forbert thinks. To be young again.