His Little Heir

It was an Orgy and it was One Time!

     "I'm sorry for calling you Daya earlier, slip of the tongue." Quill stuck his tongue out and pointed at it, "Bad tongue, bad! Go to your room!"

      Daya smirked, letting out a slight laugh, "What?"

     "Nothing! Nothing to ah.. anyway, we're here."

     He gestured to the stone gazebo in front of them. The evening sky above it had already begun to melt away to the night's still darkness, the oranges and yellows of the sunset dwindling away to reveal specs of tired gray. He sat down and patted the empty space on the stone bench next to him, and accordingly, she filled it in a shrunken manner.

     The sky around them hardly provided better light than the hall, but at the cloud's mercy, he could see specs of mascara on Daya's cheeks and red, puffy lines where they shouldn't be; her face told it all.

     Crying, she had been crying.

     Quill's heart pounded as he continued to comb over her. He carefully directed his eyes down her right arm, dreading the moment he would see her wrist. He could see lines of makeup that had blotched away to reveal the purplish blue undertones of Leon's anger, anger that he had caused.

     But what was he to do, let her fall down the stairs?

     "Princess, I-"

     "Quill, I don't care what Leon says, call me what you want." She shook her head, "I'll vouch for you."

     "And put you in danger again?"

     She took a deep breath and spread her fingers wide. They traveled up her face and through her long, velvet hair; which, was almost completely down her back now. She brought her hand back into her lap, exhaling as she turned to him.

     "I'd rather it be me than someone like you. What he did, your mother, it's unacceptable." Daya frowned, "How can you treat someone like that?"

     "He's always... always  been this way. As long as I remember."

     "What? Since your orgy?"

      Quill's eyes went wide as a devious smirk spread across her face. He thought back to that night- the drinking, the sweet talk, the partying, god, what even happened? He turned back to her in a panic, only to discover that her smile had turned into a full on laugh that cherried her face.

     "HE- HE TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT!?" Quill jumped up from the bench and put his head in his hands, "THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET!"

     "Whoopsie...?"

     "I swear, Princess-"

     "So, you're bi, huh?" She got up and positioned herself opposite to him with folded arms, "Wonder how you figured that out?"

     He froze. Should he even tell her? Quill's face grew hot, so he focused on the ground instead. Anything but her precise questioning and daggered glare she was shooting at him now seemed more appealing than the holy grail itself, but feeling Daya's eyes stick to him, it was clear there'd be no way getting out of this one.

     "Uhhh, funny story.." He scratched the back of his neck, "You know, he was eighteen, I was seventeen, we were uh, just messing around and-"

     "You had sex with Leon, didn't you?"

     "IT WAS AN ORGY AND IT WAS ONE TIME!"

      She rolled into the grass, slapping her knees as she slowly went down. Daya rolled onto her back and rubbed the tears away still laughing.