<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>20th December 2174 CE, Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Excitement!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Se'Faema vs Jiko<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The nerves in Se's voice were all but palpable, though only the two of them new the true source. And knowing that the quarian's jitters were a positive thing only made Viella feel more confident in the smug feelings that grew within. Se'Faema--the dirty talking penpal who dragged her brain into the gutter and riled her up so often it may as well have been a fact of life--was all but speechless now. All but quivering, and it was clear that of all things, that was not being faked. It gave Viella no small amount of satisfaction to see the tables turned, even temporarily.<br/><br/>Even as she enjoyed it, she had to keep a straight face--an act easily done after all her years of training. But her resolute gaze belied the thoughts that dwelled within. The memories of their only other in-person meeting; of her beautiful smiling face; of all the things they'd done and all the endless fantasies that followed.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat again, and this time, turned on her heel to lead Se' out with only a glance and a wave of her hand. She led her to the nearest empty space--a relatively small but manageable supplies closet--and stepped in first. Once the door slid shut, locking them in darkness, Viella provided the first source of light.<br/><br/>The purplish glow of biotic energy outlined her form, reflecting in the quarian's mask. Then, as if in transference, traces of this energy coiled around Se', lifting her up and pulling her forward to float into Viella's open arms.<br/><br/>For a time she held her there, her forehead pressed against Se's helmet and breaths naturally coming to fog up its visor. A fact only to be noticed when Viella hit a nearby switch and bathed the both of them in artificial light. Viella's biotic glow faded, but strong arms still held Se' in place, body lifted and legs coiled around her.<br/><br/>And upon noticing the fog, she reached a finger up and drew what had to be the most crooked doodle of a heart ever witnessed. Still, she smiled, hugged the quarian, and breathed a sigh of content.