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[anewlanguage]

The cabin is much larger than Cain usually springs for, but he's had dogs and a boar and hired help in and out of the beach home, so this seemed logical.

Besides, it was the only lot available this near to the hot springs. Those were crucial.

He prepares dinner (a quick meal, just hamburgers grilled on the patio) and waits to see if she can sneak away from work today.

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[routemistress]

She sighs; partly it's the sound of sadness and tension leaving her body, and partly it's simple animal pleasure.

"I honestly don't know, my love. There's a lot of history 'anging on 'is life. There's only so much you can undo without making everything worse. And trying to change what 'e thought must be 'is destiny's pretty much what got 'im started on the dark side, so 'e's what you might call a bit gunshy now. I think it might just be about trying to make good things 'appen instead, you know?"

She speaks evenly, without emphasis, because the parallels are so obvious, and then she starts to laugh, so low and quiet that it's more movement through water than actual sound.

"Of course 'e reminded me of you. But once I got to know 'im a little, it's actually me 'e's more like. I don't know what to think about that."

[anewlanguage]

"Refresh my memory, darlin', I don't think I ever heard talk about his destiny. All I know is he tried to kill Kenobi and his kid." He considers what little he knows and adds, "But him gunshy's probably the best thing. Least for a while."

He runs his fingers along her shoulder thoughtfully. "How's he remind you of you?" Not that he doubts it--he doesn't--he just likes it when she turns introspective.

[routemistress]

"Oh, that comes in in the prequels. Complete nonsense, but it's different when it 'appens to you, right? Poor love. 'E's time sensitive, did you know that? As well as all the Jedi stuff. Any road, 'e started seeing visions of losing the girl 'e loved. Sort of sent 'im over the edge."

She shivers deliciously at the touch of his fingers, and smiles.

"That's one thing in common with me. Getting attached. The Jedi don't 'alf put me in mind of the time lords. Mostly it's just being a speed merchant with more 'earts than brains and no middle gears."

[anewlanguage]

"How'd you figure out the time sensitivity? You oughta teach him what to do with it."

If he could be responsible with it, anyway, because if not...well, there's a lot of damage to be done there.

His fingers trail between her shoulderblades, teasing in light circles. "The speed's for devouring as much life as you can get, but you've got middle gears. They're there when you need to make the heavy decisions."

[routemistress]

Iris starts to laugh, soft and deep in her chest, and she hides her face against Cain's chest. He can still surprise her with how well he knows her, and it makes her feel so much more naked than merely having her clothes off.

"Shh. That's meant to be a secret. It's part of Anakin's story - 'e got suckered into the whole Dark Side business on account of 'aving visions of the future. 'E says they stopped, but I 'ave a feeling that's mostly that 'e suppressed it 'imself. I don't think 'e'll be very open to me poking into all that. Not any more."