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[ It's probably in jest, and she's not actually misunderstanding -- but Ciri answers seriously anyway, just in case he had any doubts. ]

I won't tell anyone, Viktor. It's your business, not mine to share.

[ His offer gives her pause. She remembers the dream--

But a dream is all it is.

If he wants to show her, she will admit she's curious. And it seems he does want to, or he wouldn't have mentioned it. She knows that well enough by now. ]

I'd be interested in seeing it.

[ She doesn't question why he'll smash it, doesn't show any surprise (though there is a flicker of it, privately). He's already made his decision, it seems. Somehow, it doesn't make her any less anxious, but she respects him for already thinking that far. There is a lot Ciri doesn't understand, but between all Viktor's told her and what was shared without them quite voluntarily choosing it... it's enough. Enough to know this means a lot. Enough to treat it with the somberness it warrants. ]

My offer stands, Viktor.

You needn't do this alone.

No.
Just something to show you.

Now you've got me curious.

I'll let you know.

I can give Julie my bracelet later today. No need to wait for her to ask if she wants it.

[It's not about the Hexcore, really--Ciri has seen that in dreams and visions, and though he has much more faith in the one he's made here, the one uncorrupted by whatever the Singularity was doing to them at the time, asking her to come see it is redundant. Viktor simply doesn't know how to ask his closest friends to come see him, so he has to make up some kind of excuse.

Even now, he's dancing around the subject. He wants to see Ciri because he's not sure if he's going to survive the procedure, and he wants to be able to tell her everything he needs to, in the event that happens. It's much easier, however, to pretend like he just wants to show her his latest invention.]

I'm not alone.

[ That isn't quite what she meant, but Ciri doesn't argue. It is his choice, even if she can't help but worry. It doesn't occur to her this is pretext for him asking her to visit; she'd have done so anyway. And will again soon, considering this conversation. ]

Good.

When should I come over?

After hours, I think. To avoid suspicion. I'm working out of my laboratory at the Grand Academy. If you like, I can meet you at the west entrance to the main quad and take you there.

Hey. I know Claude told you he was interviewed. So was I. I told them about my powers and that I made the bridge. I said that none of you knew or were a part of it.

I see.

All right, then. Just let me know when you're ready.

I thought you said you didn't want them to know about your magic.

What happened?

Whenever you like. Sooner is probably better.

It was too risky to lie, the guards saw that the bridge was unnatural. My only choice was to put it on one of you or tell the truth.

[ And obviously he wasn't going to do that. ]

I told her that where I'm from they kill people like me and I've been masking my magic for a reason. She believed me and said that she won't report it but that I should if I sign up for dangerous missions again. And that I could be of help to them later. For now, I'm not being forced.

[ For now. And he doesn't believe for a second she won't report him. But overall, it worked out acceptably. ]

[She will have that in spades, his want for her. It overrides even his own impatience making him feel constrained and too-warm in his own trousers, just background noise to the way he watches her reaction, listens to the sounds she makes. Sephiroth only dimly realizes the he wishes to please her more than anything else; but his instinct and body fills in those empty spaces between, moving at her encouragement.

In this case, it means moving his fingers with a little more enthusiasm, just a little more pressure, drawing his touch up higher to graze against her clit. But she appears to react to his voice, too, and he finds the words spilling out without really thinking about them.]

Do you want my fingers inside you? Do you want my mouth? Or do you like this?

[He draws his touch in little circles now, never mind if this hinders a reply.]

[ Her hips twitch, and shudder when he focuses there. Voice thick with desire, she answers breathlessly, embarrassment giving way increasingly to need. ]

All of it.

[ She blurts out without thinking, before her brain seems to catch up at least a little with her tongue. ]

I want-- to feel your mouth on me.

[ If that's an option, if he's really asking her to choose-- ]

[He could give her all of it. Spend time moving from one to the other, making certain she’s satisfied with it all in the interim — but maybe, at this point, taking too much time is just torturous for them both. The increasing need flares in parallel, she chooses, and Sephiroth obliges.

His hand moves from between her legs, but only so far as to deal with her trousers, easing them down her body until they’ll no longer be in the way. When she’s exposed to him, he shifts down to give himself room, but then dips lower to kiss at an inside thigh as he encourages her to part her legs for him. She feels warm beneath his lips.]

Like this?

[(No, he knows not completely like this. His mouth will end up elsewhere.)]

[ Ciri may have forgotten about her clothing, and his tugging at her trousers suddenly reminds her she's still partially trapped by them. It's only a few moments to help him peel them the rest of the way down her legs, where he'll have to do a little more tugging and fenagling to get them untucked from her boots, which she doesn't bother kicking off. Ciri scoots up a bit further on the bed, letting her legs continue to dangle off the side but giving him more room. Spreading her thighs with a shiver of anticipation to let him get between them.

It's a little cold -- it is still winter, even in the desert -- but despite the goosebumps prickling her thighs, she doesn't seem to notice. It might be more excitement than the chill. Almost certainly is, when his lips touch the inside of her thigh, and she shivers again, entranced by the feeling.

Her face, at least, is hot enough. Probably, it's a good thing they're being pushed along at least a little, even if she hasn't fully realized the effects -- or the feeling of being suddenly so bare like this, somewhere entirely strange, would be a little more alarming. As it is, she can't find the will to care more than a mild flutter of embarrassment, the sort that's on the same side as excitement more than shame. ]

Mm-hm. That... feels good. [ Ciri mumbles, encouraging, without demanding more yet.

Her legs splay wider, knees lifted, and she balances the heels of her boots on the very edge of the mattress.

Sephiroth will find her thighs and lower legs slashed with old scars, and perhaps a few newer ones. Long stripes from blades, in various severity. Jagged, raised marks from claws and teeth.

And high on the inside of her left thigh, a tattoo of a single red rose. ]

[Without the little push that bolsters them to a certain degree, too much awareness would sink in. The foreign space, belonging to people they don’t know; the situation just outside. Sephiroth’s willingness to explore her body in ways belying a confidence that wouldn’t be present otherwise.

But they can overthink it later. He certainly isn’t overthinking it now. After finagling off her trousers (the boots remain), after the kiss plush against her thigh, he takes in the sight she’s displaying to him. The scars that tell stories he’s not privy to, marked against her skin, some that look newer than others.

And, of course, the marking of a rose tattoo on her inner left thigh more poignant than the rest. Sephiroth can’t help himself — he draws the pad of his thumb against the design.]

And what's this?

[ She doesn't have to look to know what he means, when he touches it and she remembers what is there. So few have seen it, let alone touched it, since--

Ciri lets out a soft noise, this time not of pleasure. An uncertain, shaky breath, just barely voiced. ]

A memory.

[ She moves her leg, not quite away, but perhaps in a small attempt to pull his attention from it for now. Before the uncertainty can take hold fully, Ciri reaches down to brush her fingertips against his hair. Keep herself in the moment. ]

I don't want to think about the past when you're here with me now.

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[ ...that's a little ominous. ]

Very well. Tomorrow around sundown?

I'll be there.

[He's not so curious that the signs of her reticence go unnoticed. Though it means that there's a story behind the tattoo—a someone more than a something, he wonders?—the way she subtly shifts her leg away, her fingers redirecting focus and sensation into his hair, is more than enough to shelve the conversation for now. If it’s a memory she ever wishes to share.

He hums in accedence, moving his hand away, sliding it up to rest on her hip. Instead, he turns his head to place a kiss on the opposite thigh, then rests his cheek against the warmth of her skin, just feeling her fingertips for now.]

Only the present, then. No memories for now.

[ Any worry she had that he might push, or maybe even lose interest, dissipates immediately with the surety of his response, the way he redirects his attention. Ciri breathes out, relaxing again and only then realizing how tense her chest had felt.

Her fingers brush through his hair, nails scratching gently. ]

Yes. That sounds very good.

Claude warned me they mentioned they'd be speaking to all of us at some point.

I don't want to throw further suspicion on you.

If I'm asked, should I mention you told me and instructed me not to tell for the reasons you just said, or should I pretend not to know how you made the bridge?

See you then.

Pretend not to know, I told them none of you had any idea that I did it.

Understood. Thanks for letting me know.

So I'm to say I believe we simply knocked some trees over and formed a bridge?

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End of November/Early December/some time after Claude's message lol

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