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"G'night then, darlin'. Last day t'morrow. Glad it'll be with you." This was exactly how Brisa wanted to be. A moment of absolute peace, her mind quieted by Starr's warmth and the feeling that whatever came next, her time on Cibus had been spent well. Damn well, at that. Brisa mumbled...

"'Course I am." Brisa's breathing came easily, no shudders of anxiety, no claustrophobia, just peaceful comfort in her lover's arms. It might not happen very many more times, but it could keep going just a little longer, just this once... "Mind if I drift off?" she murmured. "It's a warm night..."

It wasn't often that Starr said it out loud, but when she did, it filled Brisa's chest with a light that felt like it'd keep her warm forever. She smiled to herself and rumbled contentedly, her whole body feeling relaxed and bright, inside and out. She put her free paw over Starr's and gripped...

Brisa laughed as Starr ruffled her scalp. It still felt so good to lean on someone so comfortable with her. Who had the same kind of strength as her. "I hope so," she replied, softly. "I really fuckin' hope so." And maybe it could happen. It could happen. And she wanted that so much it felt...

Brisa blanked for a second, then snorted with surprise, then screwed her eyes shut and shoved her face into Starr's fur, and grabbed her in a full-on hug. "Don't give a damn," she said, voice muffled. "I'd meet you anywhere, darlin'." Thank the stars for Starr. And for that way she had of...

Brisa returned the smirk with one of her own. Just another way Starr was rubbing off on her. "Fuck yeah. I'm gonna quit my job, smash the town gallows to smithereens, and... Maybe get t'know some folks besides the town reps, saloon regulars, and the like. 'Cause... Even if I forget everythin'...

Everything closing at 5pm? Ha. Like you could make anyone keep regular hours in Frontier Town. Starr really was a city gal through and through. "Same. I've spent what feels like half my life worth a damn livin' with a team full of fighters, strivin' to protect folks as actually appreciate our...

Brisa skewed her mouth as she considered growing up somewhere with a dulled sky. How... Empty. And yet, living in a city, you were surrounded by a galaxy of people. Countless chances to be something to someone. "Yeah, y'can see the whole damn galaxy clear as y'like. My ma's clan call it the...

The roof of the house had a patch of slightly discoloured tiling by now, from how often Brisa took her naps up there. The rate of differentiation had sped up a little since Starr had begun joining her up there most afternoons during their long recoveries post-battle. Sometimes talking. Sometimes...

"Sounds good," said Brisa, almost as if nothing had happened. Maybe her voice cracked a little, but she kept going, mundane as you like. "Let's have a look at the showtimes and see what's on." She gave Dave's shoulder a firm, brief squeeze as she got up from the sofa and went to get her satchel...

She knew how Shadows worked. How much of this was there, held back, locked away? Brisa maintained the hug, just kept her arms tightly around Dave, just let the Radiance gently hum and glow. It's okay. You can let it happen. I won't say a word after, if you don't want me to. It's sad that our...

Brisa chuckled, and in an impulse of affection – and happiness at Dave actually grinning for once – leaned over and got the mightyena in a bear hug. A flicker of Radiance sprung from her pawpads. I love you, Dad.

Brisa smiled. "No idea what Fugu'd say 'bout all that, but I fer one feel fuckin' inspired." She shrugged. "Me only likin' gals is spitin' a bunch of infinitely complex arrangements of self-replicatin' particles. I like that."

Brisa chuckled. "Maybe a shrinkin' population is better fer the long term survivability of life, if perpetuation matters more'n propagation. Wouldn't wanna grow yer numbers past what the world can tolerate." It was like a game, almost. But she should concede the cosmic joke, at least. "I get...

Brisa listened along, following the general meaning if not the particulars. Molecules, she understood, were microscopic particles from which matter was composed. The idea that their replication was a microcosm of mundane reproduction was intuitive enough. And despite magic and souls absolutely...

Brisa nodded. Genetics had come up in their first ever interaction. She'd first heard of the concept from... Well, from her pa. Huh. "Tell me a li'l somethin' 'bout genetics, why don't you? Can't promise I'll follow everythin', but I like seein' you genuinely fuckin' interested in somethin'."

Brisa rolled her eyes dramatically. "Combat sport an' talkin' 'bout feelings are the best goddamn things there are. What's wrong with you?" She smiled at Dave and sank back into the couch with a sigh. She was gonna miss him too. Him and all his bullshit. "You should talk to Fugu about what you...

"Still haven't picked up a taste fer recreational fightin', have ya?" commented Brisa, marvelling that the guy somehow made it through every damn fight the team had been in, and a couple Colo matches at that, despite having less of a battleheart than practically anybody. "Don't worry, I'm done...

"Somethin' like that, usually. This one time I just attacked her fuckin' immediately. I was havin' a shit day, didn't wanna talk, went at it. The battle got me to open up about my shit without overthinkin' it. Worked out." Brisa cocked her head. "She use her Mesprit gift? Give you a reflection...

"Don't tell me y'got everythin' worth talkin' 'bout sorted in a single session," drawled Brisa, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Remind me, what did you end up goin' over last time?"