Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Karilan’s Apartment- The Way You Know Me
It was a heady combo of contentedness, excitement, and desire that fulled Eela as she left the club. Gan said nothing, made not even a comment, nor gave her even a look as she stepped out of the slider. She knew full well that not only was her protection detail discreet (nothing was shared outside of the team), Gan was quietly glad that Eela was doing something for herself. Eela could swear Gan almost approved of Eela’s unexpected plans. Anything was probably better than pacing her apartment worried about work or dealing with the bouts of insomnia that came and went lately. It wasn’t detrimental, but nor was it helping her situation.

Striding through the entrance courtyard, no one would suspect that she was in fact still quite tipsy. But this was not her first late night stroll.

Eela passed through the entrance with a little wave to the security after saying hello enough for them to know it was her. Given they didn’t bat an eye she suspected her team had already let them know she was on her way. Figures.

Up through the lift, Eela could feel her heart beating and smiled deeply to herself. There was something delicious about this sort of anticipation. It never got old. That it was Karilan wasn’t a surprise to her, but it wasn’t obvious that this next step would happen anytime soon. Though perhaps that was her being silly. Things had shifted dramatically between them since Cory’s intrusion. That Karilan had basically refused to leave her alone too long after Dash was actually the most comforting thing.

Comfort was not the thing on her mind tonight, oh no. When that illuminating thought (I wish Karilan was here) had traipsed through her mind up in the rooftop lounge, Eela had known on a deep level that things were far deeper between them than either of them were ready or understaood how to express. But as always, they knew that not everything needed saying, or labelling. That was the beauty of them, of their connection.

Tonight, right now, Eela also understood that certain things needed to be said, acted upon. If Karilan was ready. Though the Deltan was a little less than half her age, Eela never once thought it mattered. Eela had experience; Karilan had a newfound joy of self discovery that she found lovely and even intoxicating.

Opening the door and stepping in, her low strappy heels clicked on the stone floor. She moved through the small entry way and carefully down the three wide steps that led to an open living room. On one of the large couches she spied the person she was most looking forward to seeing just now.

Karilan sat on the couch in a set of Betazed silk pajamas, their legs up and tucked back behind their thighs. They looked up as the door opened and smiled, setting aside the book they had been reading. As Eela / Uvie came into the room, the smile on Karilan ‘s face crossed with slight confusion.

Eela all but sashayed into the living room towards the opposite couch and sank into it. The thigh high cut of her asymmetrical dress revealed more of her leg than eve the photo she had sent Karilan earlier. With the wig (complete with blunt cut bangs), she still embodied Uvie but was very much Eela in this moment. That was the beauty of taking on a personality that was a piece of yourself you couldn’t always let free. Tonight, Uvie got full reign to do as she pleased and Eela just went along with it.

Karilan made attempt to hide their look as the cut of Eela’s dress showed far more flesh than it did dress. “Well someone has had a good night, it seems…” they said with a soft laugh.

Her hazel eyes were all but backlit as she gazed at Karilan. Her eyes glanced at the tea and then back at the Deltan. “Lan, are you sure tea is what you’re in the mood for?” she said, quirking a brow as a playful smile traipsed across her lips.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Karilan u folder their legs to sit straight up. “Eela… exactly how drunk are you right now?” They asked with both a smile and a note of concern.

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