<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>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>Worried f.w.b<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella D'aix | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The asari didn’t get to sit uninterrupted for long; as soon as her eyes were scanned and the spectre terminal authorized her with full access, there came the rapid knock at her door from a dainty fist that didn’t lack for its enthusiasm. Fae was worried; she communicated that worry by following up on that knock with a greeting outside of the door. “Viella? It’s Fae!”<br/><br/><em>Of course she would know that she invited you here!</em>The quarian couldn’t help but berated herself, but that didn’t stop her from bouncing on her heels and vibrate with the demands of all of her budding questions. She had heard the announcement, had dropped and broken a glass vial that had been -thank the ancestors- empty of any contents. After cleaning up and rushing straight here, even the momentary pause before the door open had her heart racing in her throat and pulsing beneath the velvet of her tongue.<br/><br/>She didn’t wait for the door to be fully opened before Se’Faema was slipping inside. She was only momentarily surprised at the luxury of space and comforts within the room before the first of many questions came pouring from her tongue and past her teeth. Thankfully, the door had already shut before the words came tumbling out. “<em>Spectre</em>?!” That one word seemed to ask many others. How? When? Why? But even though that had been the first to squeeze out of her throat, it certainly wasn’t the last. The quarian couldn’t stop herself from asking more, even as her hands automatically reached for the asari to soothe her with touch. She cupped the lovely woman’s cheek, brushed her lower lip with a passing thumb, and tried to knead the tension out of her shoulders with firm squeezes of her hand.<br/><br/>“What is going on? What happened? How is it you’re able to make sullen look so damn sexy?”