Cigris Avoi - A Thought Worth Tickling
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
Cigris Avoi had been happily drowning in a sea of lapis organza and lilac chiffon, lost in a whirlwind of dance, sweat and perfume. Pumped by the burning feeling of Diahali as if it were propellant, he'd thrusted, undulated and threw his body in every direction, hypnotized both by the beating music and the reflecting sequins and mirrored facets of jewellery worn by his Idridian counterparts.
The closest place to the club had been his sister's penthouse, and it was there that his night of fumbling frivolity ensued between the ivory caress of ridiculously slippery sheets. And why not? His sister was somewhere else in the galaxy, working for big old Starfleet, and her fancy pad had been sitting there empty and falling into limbo. Or so he had thought. Waking the next day to her screaming at the foot-end of the bed wasn’t what he’d expected and, more crucially, prepared for. It was the latter part, really, that would have irked her most.
But he was glad to see her—genuinely! The heart filled and dimples stretched wide, type of glad.
C. Avoi: So she's got you calling her Princess, has she?
Cain: Is she not a Betazoid Princess? ::A hand flew over her heart.:: Princess– Miaxdiso Avoi, I’ve never been so betrayed!
Avoi: That makes the both of us! Just what are you doing here, Cigris!? Other than ruining my sheets!
C. Avoi: Aw, aren’t you happy to see me, sis?
He already knew the answer to that. Of course she was glad to see him! He was the light of her life! But this was Miaxdiso. Her dramatic frustration went way beyond sticky sheets, or the fact that he’d been using her penthouse as more than just a bedchamber. Nope, it was more the fact that her precisely arranged and carefully organised schedule now had ink splodged into the middle of it.
Evidently, she was so distracted by the whole disastrous disruption to her programme that she didn't seem to be noticing her friend Xandria's chancy but adorable sarcasm.
Cain: So do you own any other clothes, or is that it? I’m sure Miax has plenty you can borrow, if you have none, or if they wandered off on a guest. So long as you return them before your next party.
C. Avoi: True! I suppose I could get dressed. I suppose I should get dressed. But it’s so warm in here, you know?
Xandria Cain grinned, shaking her head, and Cigris smiled back at her through perfect white teeth and dark eyes.
Cain: Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the show. Great fun. Hilarious. You’re just not my type. Too…::she waved her hands vaguely:: man.
C. Avoi: Really? ::His face became a mixture of intrigue and surprise.:: But that’s so limiting. So…boring.
Avoi: Cigris! ::She interjected.:: I’ll find you something to wear. There’s a purple voile shirt hanging in one of my wardrobes that will fit you. Just…don’t touch anything else!
As his sister marched off through another set of double doors into her massive walk-in wardrobe, he slowly sauntered out into the corridor in the direction of the living room, gesturing for the human to follow him. Stretching his arms and cracking his back along the way like a luxuriating feline, the golden haired Betazoid found the sunken seating area and flung himself onto it, legs spread wide.
C. Avoi: By the Four Deities, you're obsessed with her aren't you?
Cain: Response
Cigris grinned again, arms stretched across two cushions. Never mind hearing her thoughts, and they were loud thoughts in the quiet of the penthouse, he could see it in the way she looked at his sister. She was utterly besotted, and maybe even a bit devoted, poor thing. He inhaled, air catching in the back of his throat, before he continued like an imp tickling at someone's toes.
C. Avoi: Yeah, maybe it is a strong word. ::His eyes found the hanging portrait.:: Beguiled? Enraptured? Under her spell?
Cain: Response
Simmed by
Lieutenant Doz Finch
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
C239809SH3