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Bonzo is in his room, reading a book.  He's got several tax form origami animals on his desk, and a pile of unused forms under a paperweight.

Better known as a wishing stone.

Date: 2009-02-20 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
Pet has been standing in the hallway for a few minutes now, getting up the courage to knock.

Maybe he won't even be there. That thought allows her to finally knock, hesitantly, on the door in front of her.

Date: 2009-02-20 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo looks up at the knock. "Come in. It's unlocked."

His hand carefully goes to his hip, just in case it's...decidedly unwelcome company.

Date: 2009-02-20 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
Pet takes a deep breath, Damn that idea..., but pushes open the door and stepping in.

That should be sufficient to surprise him.

Date: 2009-02-20 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo notices who it's not (i.e. Fett) quickly enough to calm down.

"Ho, Petra." Pause. "What...can I do for you?"

Date: 2009-02-20 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
Bonzo needs to get over that obsession, when's the last night Fett tried to hurt him? Seriously.

Pet is a bit hesitant as she steps farther into the room. Automatically her eyes scan the room for weapons and things-that-can-hurt-her. She assumes the saber is nearby. No big deal.


"I was wondering if, ah," she makes her face as she puts that non-word in, failing at confident already. "we could talk?"

Date: 2009-02-20 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
It's more of a 'last time I went out without this, I got shot' thing.

"Sure." Bonzo puts the book aside and gestures for Petra to take a seat. "What's up?"

Date: 2009-02-20 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
Petra glances at the options available to her. The chair was closer to him, the bed probably less comfortable... but that's probably preferred. Petra sits on the edge of the bed, drawing her feet up to her chin.

It is noticeable that the door is still open... just slightly.

The silence stretches for a moment before, "I'm not sure how to start now."

Date: 2009-02-20 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo turns his chair around. "Wherever you feel like?"

Date: 2009-02-20 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
Petra rests her had on her knees, and looks at the floor.

"We've been through hell together."

Date: 2009-02-20 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo nods, listening silently. He's going to avoid putting his foot in his mouth.

Date: 2009-02-20 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
"But..." she pauses, searching for the right words, "There are things... I don't know if I could ever say out loud to you."

Date: 2009-02-20 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
"Say them." Pause. "It's alright, Petra. I won't tell anyone."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
"Who would you tell?" That thought doesn't seem to phase her.

But, after another long pause she sighs. "It goes pretty far back.... in some ways, I wish I'd never come to the bar. Then things would have stayed more sane. Back when..." she has to stop, and physically force herself to keep going, "Achilles first had me, it was much more simple. I passed his test.... got out a message when no one else did. But then I escaped, ended up in that snowstorm..." Petra keeps talking, and she's talking for a long time. First about how 'Petra' died,

"My name is Lara there," The name feels strange.

Her tale twists, telling how she led a doublt life, on one hand, viewed as he who will not be named because he's not /my/ character mistress, and the other one of his top military leaders. Then Achilles, their in-bar encounters, and later, her own encounters with him. What really happened when he had her the second time, when he didn't need her for anything but revenge. Serena's healing her, and the implications behind that. (aka, slight female attraction), then getting over it.

"I don't even know what happened to her after that, it was like she disappeared."

Her business dealings with Fett, "He was the ideal soldier, the ideal assassin when I needed someone I could trust. And as long as I can afford him... he is what I needed." The bar finally causing her to be bound. Then finally...

"I couldn't... get near to anyone. I'd start a conversation, but I could never trust anyone. Not even you. Fett was business, I'll never fool myself into thinking I can trust him any farther then I can pay him. If I pushed everyone away though... I could almost live with myself, or at least convince myself that it didn't matter what happened to me. Then that damned labyrinth..."

It is here where she finally falls silent. She's been talking for a good hour.

Date: 2009-02-20 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo takes a deep breath. "I...don't know what to say."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
There's a bit of silence there. Then Pet sighs, and relaxes just a bit. For the first time since coming into the room, she actually looks at Bonzo.

"I caught a break recently, the dreams, at least the bad ones, have stopped." Her eyes flicker to the ball standing on the desk, but then back to Bonzo. "And I guess... I finally figured you should know."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo follows the glance. He knew there was a basket of them in the Bar. "You got one, too?"

Date: 2009-02-20 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
Pet nods.

"Though I don't really have any other wishes."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
"I..." Pause. "I'm glad the dreams stopped for you."

And then there's a deep, deep sigh. "I don't know what to wish for."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
"Then don't wish for anything." Petra stands up, she's said what she needed to say, and now... now she should probably leave.

Date: 2009-02-20 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
"No...don't..." Pause. "Don't go just yet."

Deep sigh.

"There's something I need to say, too."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Bonzo closes his eyes. "I love you, Petra, and I'm sorry I ever hurt you." And he opens them. "You've always mattered to me. Through all that."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
"It was less... you, then everything." She gestures a bit weakly at this.

"It would be better for you if you didn't."

He can take comfort, while she didn't say, 'I love you too,' she also didn't say, 'go away.'

Date: 2009-02-20 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Sigh. "It...doesn't matter. I can't help it." Pause. "Because...we went through that hell together."

Date: 2009-02-20 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
What else can Pet do? She came here tonight, so it's only fair that she does the reaching this time.

She stands and moves closer, kneeling on the floor next to Bonzo's chair. She offers one of her hands.

Date: 2009-02-20 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com
Which Bonzo accepts gently. "It's OK, Petra." He's not going to push her too hard. He knows how well that's worked in the past. "It's OK."

Date: 2009-02-20 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petraarkanian.livejournal.com
"Maybe. I wouldn't put my money on anything near 'OK' yet."

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