Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
So Ishta had given up. Gave in, just like that. It was something much more becoming of Verdon, but for Ishta, the result seemed to vex Jacelyn, in a sad sense. Jacelyn did not wish for her apprentice to view the world as she did, it was but a lonely place. A place hard to remove one’s self from.
Was it not also the way of things that Ishta should have someone who truly did care for her but left her with the idea of not knowing just how much. Ishta no longer seemed to notice, or perhaps desire the truth. There was a whole world out there for her to explore.
Dark orbs full of passion cast their way toward Oren for only but a heart beat’s passing. It was not anger that filled her stare, but pity; because Jacelyn knew what Oren would miss. What Jacelyn found herself so often missing. Verdon was often caught between a rock and a hard place. She could not undo what had fell into her heart, and slowly, it was finding its way to destroy her, leaving her with the most important of dreams to shatter.
So it was obvious what Jacelyn needed to do, knowing that the possibility of rejection was there to present itself.
Passionate eyes moved from Oren to Ishta, watching her turn to make way for the balcony. Ishta’s struggles left Jacelyn tormented, wanting to repair what troubled Prime, somehow understanding that there was a risk in doing so. The idea that Ishta should look for something else had occurred to Verdon; that she should want something else that wasn’t Jacelyn. As painful as the idea was, it was one that Jacelyn had no choice but to accept.
It was the very idea which she thought she had provoked within Ishta when Jacelyn had turned her away. The difference was but a choice she had not wanted. A choice which now made her suffer endlessly.
The idea that Ishta should go on tonight, with this unpleasant experience, feeling alone, well, it pulled at Jacelyn from deep within. She would have other unpleasant experiences. It was that single thought alone that tugged at Jacelyn to present what she’d locked deep in her heart; even if in doing so would be in vein, possibly. She didn’t want the silence to come back to haunt her later. So she brought her thoughts to a soft pull at Ishta’s mind.
My most favored of students .. Know that it pains me to see you so blue. Though the tears do not show, they flow easily within my heart. Where you are, Ishta. Where you have always been. I’ve done to you, something in which I can never take back, something that I truly did not wish for. Still, it did come to pass. I thought it was all for the best, perhaps, except that maybe you have no idea that I care for you in such ways that you look for Oren to. The same ways that I care for Tiara; I too care for you. The fact that you may not feel for me as I do you, well, that comes with my understanding, Ishta. I wanted you to know the truth before you left here tonight. Not because I aim to simply make it all better, but so that you might remember these words and know that you are not so completely alone as you may feel. That someone; I, truly do care for you just as you wish for someone else to.
The notion to be vulnerable had not been something Jacelyn wanted. Not because of personal pride but because of pain. It was of her own mind and heart to express and exchange words on things that she could handle the results on. However, regardless of being able to handle the exchange between herself and her apprentice, there was nothing that could be done with the truth if things did not go in her favor. The point was that she did not wish to go on with the silence any longer. A sort of weight could now be lifted off of her shoulders, one of which had been rather heavy.
I hope you’ll someday forgive me for hurting you, Ishta .. Because I was a fool to do so.
Of course she was; she’d lost Ishta but she wasn’t quite sure if she ever really had her to begin with. More deeper words had never been spoken and the experience, as far as Jacelyn knew had yet to present itself.
As Jacelyn moved to the door, it was not only Ishta she thought of, but Tiara too. Though the presence of Jacelyn’s father was no longer there in the physical being; he still haunted her through memory.
You always were a coward, Jacinda. You'll never be happy because you don't deserve to be.
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(7/5/07 6:52 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Oren's touch made a complete mockery of all the discipline that Mist was supposed to have. 'How can I think about drinks when you're suggesting your room?' she thought, then took a deep breath and forced her mind back to the here and now. "Nothing alcoholic. Your presence is intoxicating enough"
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(7/6/07 11:41 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
As Jacelyn's thoughts mingled with her own, Ishta suffered a pain she had never encountered before. She had done everything to please her mistress: came when called, left at her direction, moved at her command. How could Jacelyn not understand that Ishta would do or be anything she wished at her behest? And then there was Oren - delightful, beautiful Oren who she desired beyond comprehension; all the more because she was denied.
Was this the pain that Jacelyn felt, caught between herself and Tiara? It was bitter and brutal, and all the worse because at every side Ishta felt betrayed. Her mother commanded that she not cause a conflict, her teacher bounced her between coming and going, and her date's attention left her upon the first distraction. Alone on the balcony, Ishta hoped that she was alone enough not to cause a commotion, because she couldn't hold it all in another second.
Prime looked out to the moon and stars, then screamed from all her heart and soul. Her cry was her best effort to let out all the pain and anguish she was feeling inside - for no matter what the outcome of this night would be, Ishta's fate was sealed by those who claimed to care: she would be leaving this hall in misery.
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(7/6/07 12:31 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Blinking through the pleasant haze that came along with the stunningly strong drink, Serrena's crimson gaze wavered before settling on Alema. "I couldn't agree more...wretched creatures." she mumbled softly, shaking her head to clear the muddled sensations trying to take over.
Alema's hand on hers brought her back to her senses, and the dancer smiled. "Why the hell not? If you can lead, I'm sure I can follow...the waltz is not among the dances I know..." Serrena smiled, slipping carefully off of her stool to stand.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Stepping outside of the Mygeeto Hotel, Jacelyn fit herself against the wall, allowing her tears to finally flow free.
You see how weak you are! Pathetic!
How it had broken her to see Prime with Oren, to see her smile for but at least a moment, knowing it was not a smile that she planted there.
You are as selfish as I! You are what you hate, Verdon!
How true it was, Jacelyn was disgusted by selfish behavior. Yet she was as selfish as one could possibly be. For Prime and for Tiara.
Her heart, at first, had known no other kind of such love for anyone else but Fel. It had remained so. Until -
Dark orbs filled with the thoght of resentment
NO!
This was not Tiara's doing, but her own. Tiara had been both kind and thoughtful; giving.
... And to show her thanks and appreciaiion, Jacelyn had fallen in love with another woman, leaving every treasured word she'd ever shared with Tiara, untrue.
Jacelyn found herself becoming gravely ill.
Into the streets and darkness, Jacelyn dizzily stumbled about, her heart feeling as if it had been ripped from her chest.
How empty inside you must feel! How alone! They'll hate you now - forever! You have nothing! Nothing to live for! Go on! Do it! Ready your weapon! Spare yourself the pain and the torment!
The thoughts of her father and what she would have thought him to feel. She thought she would feel happy and whole after his passing. How foolish of her to think so.
Now she was all about breaking the hearts of those who had been nothing but kind to her.
In the middle of the street, tears still flowing heavy, Jacelyn did ready her weapon. Her aqua blade hummed to life, selfishly ready to serve its mistress' needs.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
There it was, the most precious of all gifts. That sweet sound of innocence. Beloved little Ishta. Her dove.
"Missy - no - don't- please - "
How the child did weep, so much so that it seemed like the whole unity of the galaxy could feel and know her sorrow.
Jacelyn dropped the saber, it flipped and spun, clattering somewhere on the ground a few feet away.
The Knight fell to her knees and wept as she had never done before. Little Ishta fell to her knees in kind, falling atop Verdon.
If there was to be nothing else left for her, if it should be designed that she should lose either of the two women she loved so profoundly; there would be little Ishta. A child whom Jacelyn still needed as much as she did Tiara and Prime. The little girl worked miracles to her heart and soul, lifting her world with a heaven that few so barely could capture because they were not children.
"You can't leave me, Missy. Not now, not ever." The young whispered.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
(IC) Kat leaned her head into James's chest and enjoyed the music. She had missed being so close to him and found herself wishing she were even closer. A confused look crept upon her face. Closer? What was it she was feeling? Was Kat actually feeling... but she couldnt be? Could she? She was inocent? How could he make her feel this way?
She smiled uncertainly and pushed that thought from her mind when she felt Mists precense. Her padawan was at the bar with another woman. They seemed to be enjoying themselves and Kat didnt want to interupt. Instead she sent Mist a nudge in the Force followed by a short message.
"Having fun Mist?"
As Kat waited for a reply she looked up into James's eyes. "I'm glad we came to this party. I hope this night is special for both of us." She gave him a startled smile. She had spoken without thinking about what it was she was going to say. She blushed and winked at him. "So these politicians sure know how to party eh?"
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Kat felt herself go very pink in the face. He was so sweet. She smiled and then looked out over the dance floor. There were many happy couples enjoying the music and most of all enjoying each other. The hall was gorgeous and smelled wonderfull. There were trays of food layed out and some people over at the bar enjoying the drinks. Everything was set for a night of enjoyment.
"I must give them girls at the orphanage props hun, they really know how to teach a guy to dance." She winked at James, remembering he had told her that the orphan girls had taught him to dance.
"Do you miss the orphanage at all? Do you know where any of the orhpans you grew up with ended up?"
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(7/7/07 12:15 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
James smiled , and thought about the old gang from the orphanage. "Most still live on Dantooine. Farmers mostly, but some of the guys joined the militia, and have come along in rank pretty well. Some of the girls have married and built a family, some stayed Ki Albin, and have helped to take care of the next generation. I've even seen a few beating the hell out of overly friendly pirates in dives across the galaxy. We say hello, but we aren't as close as we were. You can't go home and all..."
Towards the end his voice had become somber, but he smiled on. he wanted nothing to stand in the way of now, and here with Kat.
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(7/7/07 1:24 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting) Jacelyn
A cloaked and hooded figure stepped out from the shadows. The cloak parted to reveal a hand bearing a long, silvered, runed blade. At a sibilant whisper the blade turned black as the darkest patch of space, and a swift swing split the cast off saber in half. The sword's metalic sheen returned and it disappeared back into the figure's cloak as it moved towards the huddled and clutched figures of Jacelyn and little Ishta. Twin spots of shining light gleamed out from under a hood of pure shadow.
"I trust this particular patch of foolishness has run it's course?"
As the hood was pulled back, the light diminished and disappeared to reveal the face of Tiara Fel. She was calm, and her eyes carried a certain sadness. Yet her mouth curled into a smile, relieved to find Jacelyn in a reasonably healthy state. She knelt down to embrace the knot of her daughter and lover before backing off slightly and turning to her daughter. "Ishta: honey? Mommy needs to speak to Missy alone for a moment. Please wait in the speeder: we'll both be returning in just a moment."
With her daughter safely away, Tiara could turn her attention to her beloved. "Really, my sweet - is this any way to approach your troubles? I know I've been pre-occupied of late, but I would've hoped that you could talk to me if something was troubling you." Her eyes were soft and her tone was gentle. Tiara had to accept some of the blame for Jacelyn's current state - people like her beloved needed regular care.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting) Tiara
Somehow bitterly yet calmly, Jacelyn watched as the saber that had taken her many months to build, split in two. There didn't seem to be any ounce of protest to come from Verdon. Tiara's will was golden. The idea that it was anyone else but Tiara did not click; it was already known. It was just the thing Tiara would have done. Jacelyn rode on her hunch. Still, the whim to pounce danced and teased, eager to strike the destroyer were it not her precious Tiara.
Even in her many shades of sadness, the unmasking of Fel left Jacelyn at ease. Her commanding yet confident hand, Jacelyn found it alluring; especially because she knew what the root of Tiara was like.
No words were composed from Jacelyn's lips, instead, her head exercised a quiet up and down movement to certify a yes to Tiara's question.
Jacelyn did know better. Through unspoken words it was that she asked for forgiveness.
Then Ishta's little form retreated at the request of her mother. Her heart began to race, wondering what should become of things now.
She brought her eyes to look directly into Tiara's. Eyes that had formed to clear away from tears at the arrival of Fel, filled again by way of looking into Tiara's eyes.
There was no mistaking the presence of a broken heart; a broken spirit. With a heavy heart and a tone full of grave suffering, Jacelyn painfully confessed her anguish.
"I've shamed the words I'd always hoped you'd treasure within your heart and memory forever, Tiara. I've treated and twisted those words into fragments of truth. I promised that I would nor never could love anyone else the way that I love you."
Jacelyn paused to extend her head toward her chin, her face contorting into the most pitiful look of sorrow, piercing toward any heart that would look upon it through the window of their soul. She whimpered painfully, looking upward quickly, letting the tears fall a moment.
Eyes that Tiara had captured so swiftly with interest once upon a time, connected to her gaze yet again.
"I've done as you've asked of me. My loyalty has been yours and should you ask the same of me after you hear every last word, I will abide, knowing I'll suffer still. I cannot change what my heart finds. I only wanted you. I only needed you."
Emotion overtaking her at a different range, Jacelyn rose passionately to her feet.
"JUST YOU!" She shouted, her mind fluttering back to the moment that had changed everything.
"I'm selfish. I took your gift, temptation beckoned me. I couldn't say no because you told me that I did not have to. This is my doing, I know it. I didn't consider what would happen to me. I look at her and I see you. I see me. I see the little girl that you've allowed me to call mine too. Most of all, I see a person, not a clone!"
Ishta. Beautiful innocent Ishta.
"I love her in every way that I love you. Yet it is you I belong to. You who I rest all my dreams with. You whom I seek to confide in as my lover. My heart has captured her, yearning for her as I do you. I cannot stand to see her look to anyone else as I look to you. I beg not to be selfish, but my heart prevents it. I am empty without you both. I want neither of you to suffer. These are my confessions and I pray that I have not somehow shamed you."
It was better to have loved than to never have loved at all.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Alema kept her hand on Serrena's to help steady her as she stood away from the bar. She did her best to hide the gesture under a veneer of joking chivalry. This was probably a different sort of dance than Serrena was used to, talented and capable or no. That was fine. If Alema was leading, it was her duty to take care of her partner, including occupying her away from the booze.
"May I have this waltz, madame," she asked with a grin as she slipped Serrena's arm through hers to escort her onto the dance floor. Alema turned her partner and moved Serrena's left hand up to rest on her upper arm. "Just hold on here," she began. With her hand on Serrena's lower back, she opened her arms up into a larger frame and held Serrena as still as she could.
"Now, I have a very strong lead, so all you really need to do is step with the correct foot at the correct time. It's my job to make sure you are where you need to be. I just need you to look beautiful and smile. Believe it or not," she lowered her voice. "The alcohol will actually help you follow a bit. Just don't think about it, and let your feet do what they know to do."
Alema stepped forward with her left foot, pushing Serrena's right foot back. "Now if you're following, you start on your right foot." Alema recited the mnemonic she'd been given. "The woman starts on the right because the woman is always right," she said with a grin. "Just a half box. Long step back. Then to the left and bring your feet together." She led her through one. "Forward with your left foot, then right and feet together. ...And that's it. I do the rest. Long, short, feet together. See? You're a natural. You'll be fine."
And with that, Alema pulled her out onto the floor. "Just glide with me. Rise when I rise, relax down when I do." Drawing her out onto the floor, Alema hoped that dancing would do some of the same things for Serrena that it always did for her. A good ballroom dance always helped clear her head, kept her from thinking about anything but where she was and what she was doing. There was no room to be depressed, no room to be caught up in anything but the music and the needs of her partner.
Maybe I'll take her backward in a bit. See how she's doing before I turn everything around on her.
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(7/7/07 10:08 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Tiara gently reached out to hold her beloved. "My love - you demand too much of yourself. You wish to be pure and unselfish; but to be Sith is to be selfish, and to put your desires above the needs of others.
"You have not shamed me, nor have you shamed yourself. You have not hurt anyone beyond their ability to mend, so long as you allow yourself to. I'm not suprised you turned back to Ishta - I've been terribly busy with demands on my time of late, and you need someone who will reassure you constantly.
"There is much of the Dark Side I wish to share with you, beloved: but first you must rest - this night has been taxing on you. In the morning things will look different, and everything will begin anew."
Tiara drew Jacelyn up and gestured for her to join Ishta inside. She had been neglegent: Jacelyn needed the attention of her family, which had been drawn away as Tiara explored the intricacies of the Dark Side. Now she was in a position to share what she had learned.
Looking up, she could see the pitiful sight of Prime on the balcony. She would not forget her daughter: Kanis would be sent to drive her home should she leave without company. Hopefully she would find another: it would be good for her to learn what 'rebounding' meant.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Kat listend to him speak and couldnt help but notice the sadness in his voice. She felt bad for brining it up, he must miss them all very much. She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and smiled. "I know you must miss them hun." She smiled at him and winked. "I know what will cheer you up. Lets go over and have a drink."
She watched him knowing full well the pirate in him couldnt resist a good drink. Even though he was learning to be a Jedi she knew she would never tame him. That pirate flame would always run wild and to be honest that was one of the things she loved about him.
Dancing, drinks, maybe a walk in the garden outside. This evening was definatly going to be fun.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
"Right'o then. Bartend, two correlian juices please."
The bartender made the drinks and handed them to the girls. Oren scanned the crowd, hoping to find Ishta, as she was a maiden of honor, and had come here with her. She should really be spending the night with her. But at the moment, she had Mist. "So, tell me about yourself," she said to her.
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(7/8/07 10:57 pm) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting) "Where do you want me to start?" Mist asked, then smiled. "I guess the begining is always a good place. I was born and raised on Corellia. My dad was hardly ever around when I was a kid, and my mom died when I was 14 so I had to fend for myself a lot"
She paused there to respond to Kat's telepathic message.
'Yes, I'm having fun, considering that neither of us are with the date we were supposed to have. You and James enjoy yourselves just don't do anything you'll regret'
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Kat smiled to herself at Mists telepathic message.
"The funny thing is I want to do something regretable. Same goes for you little lady, no hanky panky." she sent back then sent a wink to her padawan in the Force and looked back at James.
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(7/9/07 1:57 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
James smiled, forgetting for the moment the nostalgia she had brought up in him. She knew him well. There were very few things that could snap him out of a moment. One was a good drink, the other was his beautiful lady offering him one. She knew him well.
He kissed her hand, and said with a smile, "Lead the way , love." and motioned towards the bar.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Kat smiled and took his arm and lead him to the bar making carefull to not interrupt Mist and her guest. She wanted to talk with her padawan but didnt want to ruin a moment. The bartender came over and smiled at Kat. "What will it be pretty lady?"
Kat took a moment to think. She didnt want anything alcoholic, just something fruity.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Oren listened to Mist and was about to tell her about herself when she heard a scream. It was a scream of anguish, and a scream of pain. A scream that she could not ignore. Going to run off to find where the scream came from, she found her dress to be caught on the bar. Tugging at it, trying desperately not to tear it, she finally gave up. Giving a great pull, she tore the dress away from the bar, splitting it at the bottom.
Kicking off her shoes, she ran barefoot towards the balcony. There, she saw Ishta. Running to her, she threw her arms around her and cried into her shoulder. "Please don't be upset."
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(7/10/07 1:00 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
James followed Kat to the bar. He knew her well enough to know she wasn't a fan of alcoholic drinks. He wanted an ale, butdecided that he would put it off...Indefinatly. He would wait for her to order her drink and have the same. She was good with drinks like that.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Kat smiled at the bartender and ordered a corellian smoothie. It had a little bit of tang to it and loads of fruit. The bartender nodded and looked and James, "And for the gentleman?"
Kat smiled at him to let him know it was alright, he could order whatever he liked. She herself had never had an alcoholic drink and didnt want to spend this romantic night passed out because of her light body.
She saw Mists friend leave the bar and was a little concerned so sent a mentle question to Mist asking if everything was good.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Kats cheek flushed when he kissed it and she smiled when the bartender sat down the smoothies. Kat took a sip out of hers and was instantly amazed at all of the different fruits she tasted. Her taste buds were swiming in delight as she took another sip.
She giggled a little as the drink tickled her throat and smiled at James. "I must say I've never had one of these but I rather like them."
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(7/10/07 2:30 am) Reply
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
James smiled when he saw how much she liked her smoothie. He watched her drink almost a quarter of her glass before he took a sip of his. Desert Stinger was a tangy, sweet alcohol, made on Tatooine. He picked up a taste for it there , and drank it from time to time. He kept it down to a few shots though. It packed a hard punch. Just a few could really buzz you out.
He looked at her drink another long draught, thinking, "Wow, if she keeps at that it'll give her a brainfreeze."
It was then he took a sip of his and nearly dropped it on the floor. He saw the barkeep drop in the shots of Stinger, but couldn't taste it at all. He turned his attention back to Kat and nearly laughed out loud. Holy hell....That was my drink. Oh god, she is going to be so...
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