#gonna use the tag even though i literally d you

(This is a fic of Roisin, my dnd character, being so totally subtle as she talks to Dysa, another PC character belonging to @theabsolutevoid)

Roisin was sat with a book in hand in Jive’s bar, hoping the music and atmosphere would help keep her awake though the words on the page began to blur together as she tried to focus her eyes, a soothing call echoing in the back of her mind…

“Roisin?” Came a familiar voice as she started slightly, blinking as she looked over, Dysa there, a large crate balanced on one shoulder as she stood above him. “Shouldn’t Lorn’el be with you?” she asked as Roisin found her voice. 

“Oh, yes. He is currently busy however-he spent nearly four hours with me trying to get me to sleep. Seems my body chooses inopportune times to try to nod off.” she said, pushing her hair back.

“Have you tried some sort of sleeping pill when Lorn’el is with you?” Dysa asked, worried. 

“I won’t use them. Used more than a few when I was with the Shadows and not on myself.” she told Dysa, placing a bookmark in her book as she closed it. Dysa gave a nod at that. 

“Understandable. Come with me then, I am running errands for Destin and can try to help keep you awake until Lorn’el is free again.” she offered as Roisin mulled it over for less than a second. 

“That sounds perfect.” she answered, smiling at Dysa as she stepped beside her friend and the two began walking to Destin’s bar. 

The bar had just about been refurnished, the shelves of alcohol still a little bare but looking better than they had after the attack though Roisin noticed Destin was not about. 

“Where is Destin?” she asked. 

“I told him to rest. That is why I am caring for his bar.” Dysa said as Roisin nodded, taking a seat on one of the barstools. 

“Makes sense.” Roisin said, dropping her glamor. “And I am sure this is redundant but me and Xyrha are dating now.” 

“I thought as much.” Dysa said with a nod. “Given how you two behaved at the tournament.” 

“Yes, well…” Roisin said, blushing. “It’s still a bit…new. And given my track record with relationships, I didn’t want to jinx it.” she admitted. “I doubt there’s a planet I’ve been on that I don’t have some stupid mistake wandering around…Or someone who wants to kill me.” 

“Given your performance at the tournament, that will be more difficult than they think.” Dysa said, stepping behind the bar, her back to Roisin as she did something. Roisin rested her chin on her hand, staring at the muscles across Dysa’s shoulders though her cloak did obscure them slightly. 

“Hmm…” Roisin responded, distracted as Dysa looked over, snapping her out of it. 

“You are much stronger than you think, Roisin. I don’t think you have anything to fear.” Dysa added as Roisin felt her heart do a little flip as she reddened slightly. 

“Uh, yes. You’re right.” she stammered, clearing her throat as Dysa eyed her, raising a brow but not commenting. Instead, she placed a drink in front of Roisin. 

“Drink this, it should help keep you awake until Lorn’el is back from his business.” Dysa told her as she nodded, taking it as she sipped it, blinking it at it. 

“Oh, this is very delightful…” she noted, a coffee taste lingering though there was definitely more to it. 

“Thank you though it is one of Destin’s recipes. He has showed me how to make different drinks.” 

“Oh, that’s always a useful skill.” she noted, sipping the drink happily as there was an awkward lull in conversation as Roisin tried to find a way to shoehorn what she really wanted to talk about. 

“Have you had many romantic relationships, Dysa?” Roisin asked as she gave her a strange look. 

“No, not really…I am sure you are aware of that however.” Dysa noted, Roisin feeling very exposed under her friend’s gaze as Dysa crossed her arms, drawing Roisin’s gaze to her muscled arms before her eyes darted back to her friend’s face. 

“Uh, yes, must be the lack of sleep…” she tried, taking a big gulp of the drink she had. “Anyway…Have I ever told you a story about a…well, definitely toxic but slightly funny polycule I was a part of?” Roisin asked, Dysa looking confused. 

“A…what?” Dysa asked. “Sorry, I think I’ve heard of it before but have not had it explained to me.”

“Oh, uh, I should start a little bit back then…” she said with a chuckle, glad she had someone got to this topic, even if it was with the grace of a bull. “So, I am polyamorus so I maintain a consensual relationship with multiple people who are all aware of each other. A polycule is used to describe a group of people participating in a polyamorus relationship.” she explained, slightly proud. 

“Oh, I see. What is the story then?” she asked, interested as Roisin paused. 

“Story?” 

“The story of the polycule you wanted to share?” Dysa prompted, tilting her head, a spark of worry in her eye. 

“Oh, right, uh…” Roisin stammered, smiling as her mind went through her various relationships, pausing as she quickly reviewed them. Hm…Those…those aren’t as funny as she remembered them being. “Well, uh…” she stammered, caught off guard suddenly. “Sorry, uh…Thinking back now, it suddenly doesn’t seem as…funny.” she noted. 

“Hm…” Dysa said, eyeing Roisin. “Do you know what business Lorn’el was attending to?” she asked, taking the mug she was sipping from away. “You seem…off. And I think getting you sleep is more important than whatever he is doing.” she said, coming back around the counter. 

“Oh, uh, I don’t know but I am fine, really-” she began as Dysa carefully took her hand, much gentler than she’d expect. 

“Let’s go find him.” Dysa insisted, Roisin following while she was trying to find her voice again. 

Gods, she was so gay for her friend and her friend had no concept of romance or flirting when it comes to her.