Guest Suite

[Miss Conception]

dakki-dono

"Apologies," Miss murmured, struggling to work through the chaos in her head, "I have not been feeling quite myself lately." What may have sounded like a vain attempt to conceal her jealousy was in reality quite the opposite. Although she had managed to keep her condition under control for quite some time, these lapses were becoming more and more frequent and increasingly difficult to fend off. It had been a long while since she'd had a real "episode," but she feared that any extreme emotional state might tip the balance. And such a delicate balance it was.

After a considerable amount of mental warfare, Miss was able to collect the scattered pieces of her thoughts and form them into something tangible. The deluge of imagined noise subsided slightly, and she took a deep breath before raising her eyes to meet Dakki's. There was something curiously unsettling about the woman's gaze, something that wasn't quite right. It was almost as though she was missing a piece; a human component she should have been given but never was.

"Dakki," she began again, this time in a much more even tone, "I am aware of the suddenness of this request, but I fear there is something I must know." She paused as a keen discomfort settled in her gut. She had never ventured to ask these things of Dakki, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of the consequences of doing so. "Where... where do I stand with you? What is this... this thing that we have, and is it going anywhere?" It was obvious by the hesitance in her voice that she was worried about losing what they had by questioning it, but it was something that needed to be addressed all the same.

 

[dakki-dono]

Miss Conception

She reached across the table with a long arm and held onto Miss' hand without batting an eye.

"You are my lover, my dear, and you will always share a place with me unlike any others. I assure you that you are as much a piece to fill as much as I am a void to hold it."

Her grip tightened a little with a fallen face.
"I just hope you understand that the life I lead has incongruities and various callous-seeming necessities. But it is not without you. You are my oasis."

Her hand loosened and she rubbed a few of the curator's fingers with her thumb, letting her pull away as she pleased. The wax dripped. The food got cooler, but her gaze did not falter. Not once.  

[Miss Conception]

dakki-dono

Miss froze when Dakki seized her hand, feeling her heart do flips over itself as she examined their intertwined fingers. She hadn't been expecting such an affectionate reaction from the demoness, and although it pleased her, it also confused her. With a gentle squeeze of Dakki's hand, Miss raised her head and searched her lover's face for any trace of sincerity she could find. She didn't want to doubt Dakki's words, but after dealing with such emotionally challenged people (herself included), she couldn't help questioning every interaction she ever had. "I understand," she said simply, her expression softening into a relaxed smile. Although she was convinced that Dakki was being truthful, deep within her heart of hearts, there was a tiny seed of skepticism just waiting to be watered. Regardless, she was glad to have received a positive response from the woman she loved. It was something to be treasured, even if it hadn't been quite the exchange she was hoping for.

The curator's nerves settled into a temporary lapse of calm and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Thank you. I simply could not leave in good conscience without speaking to you first."

 

[dakki-dono]

Miss Conception

Content that the hurricane had blown over to someone else's day, she slid her hand from Miss' and continued to eat.

"Never a problem. Don't be afraid to ask me things, or tell them, either."

The curator was certainly not the best to practice affection on, but she was certainly a puzzle in herself. More like Jenga.
Yeah, Jenga.

Women were incredibly emotional, but at least she had confirmed that Miss was moreso than most, and that her senses were not merely dulled by traveling with the most emotionally adept man she had yet encountered. With him filtered out, she felt qualified to make another attempt on men again. However, they weren't so easy considering how much physicality mattered. Covered in scars and at 50 years, she had set herself up for hard mode.
But that just meant a challenge.

"Where are you off to next?"  

[Miss Conception]

dakki-dono

Miss nodded, a subtle hint of a smile resting on her lips. Dakki's question, although she had been expecting it, proved no easier to answer. "There is... unfinished business I must attend to. It can be ignored no longer."

In a single, fluid motion, the curator rose from her seat and rounded the table to stand at Dakki's side. She had too much on her mind to bother herself with food, but she was pleased that Dakki seemed to be enjoying breakfast. It was unfortunate thing, to have to leave so abruptly. Perhaps, in some idyllic future, she would be able to live a semblance of a normal life with Dakki, here, in this castle. It felt so much like a dream, the two of them there together. Miss rued the brutal reality that it was time to wake up. Things were changing, she could feel it. She was changing. They both were. It was heartbreaking to let this utopian façade slip through her fingers, but such things were necessary to set her plans into motion. No more running, no more hiding. It was time for action, even if that action meant losing the ones she loved.

Leaning down, Miss placed an affectionate kiss on Dakki's forehead, ever wary of her horns. "I am glad to have spent this time with you, Dakki. I fear I may not be the same when we meet again, but I know you will do what you must, and so shall I." Her words were quiet and tinged with sadness, but genuine. It was the closest thing to a goodbye she could bring herself to vocalize. And then, with a snap of her fingers, she was gone.

Her breakfast was already cold, anyway.