she sat on her knees and rocked back and forth gently. her hands were folded together in her lap, and a grim smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
the monitor, set into the wall across from her bed, sent the colors of light dancing through the darkened room. people on the screen were fighting and dying.
war footage played the part of bedtime storyteller for the dear girl.
a man was exploded rather suddenly on the top right of the screen, and she blinked, hesitated, and laughed a little. poor little plaything, all wrecked like that; pity the government would hardly notice the loss of one of its toys.
now, fifty thousand toys, maybe, would be a different scenario entirely... she liked this story.
she liked it quite a bit.
the door opened. sanitized light flooded in from the corridor outside of her room. he stepped inside, the door was shut, and the light extinguished.
"What is this?" he asked coldly, gesturing to the screen as the cameraman was gunned down by a tank, and the angle switched.
she ran one of her hands across the smooth sheets of the bed in a wide arc and then back and again, flexing her fingers out, beckoning him to sit. he did.
"Battle of Erinz," she said softly and with the same grim smile as before, sliding across the bed and straddling him. she rested her arms over his shoulders, clasping her hands behind him. "a thing of beauty, i think."
"If your definition of beautiful involves the systematic slaughter of Federation troops, then--"
"Mm, it does," she said, and pressed her lips onto his.
she kissed him deeply for a few moments and he reciprocated enough to keep her occupied.
without warning she bit down hard upon his lower lip. he shoved her off roughly with a swear.
his blood stood out on her pale lips, even in the dim room. she ran her tongue lightly across them and turned her eyes back to the battle.