Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
"I myself would have used more royal blue for a romantic affect but its still very nice." She surveyd the room a little while longer before taking another sip of her drink.
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Alema blinked at the sudden desperate attention from a stranger a table away. Some buried emotion crawled up her spine, telling her that something was deeply wrong here. He looked away and she kept her eyes on him with a worried frown until--
"Su'cuy blue..Serrena.."
Torn away from both a private conversation and a disturbing stranger, Alema couldn't hold back a brief flash of annoyance at the grinning Mandalorian. Choose to grace us with your presence, do you? Why can't you give me a reason to be anything but angry tonight?
It didn't matter. If she was upset it was his fault, and Alema was beginning to think the only way Savin knew how to handle women... was with his hands.
"Playing as nicely as you might expect from two unchaperoned young ladies." She leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other, letting the dress he'd bought her slip back up her thigh, revealing a long span of vivid blue skin. "Nice to see you, Savin." Alema tipped her chin toward the women who'd been occupying his time. "Enjoying your dates?" she asked testily, with a smile.
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~*Playing as nicely as you might expect from two unchaperoned young ladies*~
Savin nibbled at his bottom lip as Alema started to work her magics on the unsupecting Mando'ad. The warrior couldn't help -but- look. Those shabla trousers of her's hid -alot- under them.
~*Nice to see you, Savin*~
He could almost sense the rub as soon as his eyes made out the -luscious-, blue curve of her thigh. She wouldn't be giving him an eyeful unless-..
~*Enjoying your dates?*~
"U..uhh.."
:::-Ouch-:::
Again. She got him -again-. His shoulders..and everything else, for that matter..dropped a bit as her voice and words dumped a big bucket of ice water on the Mando'ad. He failed to hide the sting of that particular snatching of his manhood from marring his handsome visage as he frowned slightly at her question.
"Not..not really. Just thought I'd see if you where alri-..I mean, I just...See, I..Am I interr-..Look I just...*sigh*..you want anything from the bar?"
It took alot to have Savin stumble over his words. And it took a hell of a woman to close the Dxun-bred, son of Aron's confidant mouth completely...
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Alema took in a long, slow breath. She wondered distantly why was enjoying shooting him down again and again tonight. Why he was making her so angry. Why even his apologetic offer set her teeth on edge.
If she was honest with herself Alema knew why. She was hurt, and that made her cruel. Something had told her that there was more behind his request than a desire to spend time with her, but everything Savin had done since telling her that he was here to get a job done... whether it showed or not Alema's evening had gotten more and more difficult to deal with.
When they'd first met it had been an accident. She'd encountered Savin thanks to chance and the imperial invasion of Myrkr. They'd been strangers and teammates then, and it hadn't mattered what she looked like or how lonely she was or how charming Savin could be when he wasn't trying. All that mattered was diligence and respect.
Now everything was a mess, and no matter how she tried Alema couldn't get over the feeling that Savin saw her as a cheap piece of tail, a quick diversion from his real obligations. Maybe those were the women he was used to dealing with, but that wasn't Alema and no matter what else she wanted... she would never let herself become that.
She bent her head and pressed her fingertips between her eyes. Resisting the urge to wrap her arms around her legs and turn away from the man who'd brought her tonight, Alema cursed herself for showing weakness in front of someone who was rapidly proving himself to be an unwitting but dangerous enemy.
Throwing the moment of vulnerability aside, she nodded to Savin, holding up a finger to indicate that he should wait for her. Leaning over she held her cheek against Serrena's to whisper in her ear, "I'm not abandoning you. I just need to have a word with my date."
Steeling herself, Alema stood up next to her table. She nodded to Savin. "Yes. I actually do want something at the bar." She started toward the bar, halted mid-step and looked over her shoulder at Savin, guarded brown eyes locked onto his. The message was clear. She wanted him to follow.
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~*Yes. I actually do want something at the bar.*~
The warrior rubbed at the back of his bald head a bit as he watched Alema stand and start toward the bar. His grey eyes glanced back to Serrena to give her a nod as he met her crimson gaze and held it a moment before turning back to his date, starting toward her with a rather subdued gait that would be noticeably out of place for the warrior.
Upon, walking up to her side, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut until she spoke as he could read her body language well enough to know that she had something on her mind.
Offhandedly, Savin wondered if he should think about wearing a cup for the rest of the night..
Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 7/17/07 7:33 pm
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Alema waited until they reached the bar and pulled him aside with two fingers on his sleeve. Looking up at Savin, she broke his gaze briefly, tightened her jaw, and met it once more.
"Listen, Savin. If you want to go play around with those girls over there, that's fine. If that's the kind of woman you're looking for, by all means. Go. Have fun with them." A frown snuck by her reserve briefly before she brought herself back under control. She was slipping, and she was slipping fast. "But you will not treat me like you treat them and you will stop f@#$ing with me, you understand?" Profanity wasn't a common thing for Alema, and it was an easy warning sign.
"I'm tired of dancing around this with you. I didn't come here with you to be treated like one of your adoring airheaded little hardbodies, and if that's all I'm going to get I'm done. I'm not going to play your game, and you aren't ready for mine." Alema would ordinarily have stopped there, but something in the smile on his face after talking to those girls... something had broken, something that had been stopping her for a long while now.
"You will stop treating me like one of your cheap sluts and you will treat me with respect. I'm a grown woman and I'm no man's plaything. Believe me when I tell you I've had plenty of that, and I won't tolerate it from you or anyone."
There were a lot of things she could tell him, things about her past. Things that might help him understand. But if there was one thing Savin would have a long trek to earn back it was Alema's trust, and he didn't have nearly enough of that to hear what she desperately needed to say.
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:::Oh man:::
Oh, he could see it coming. She was about to drop something heavy on him..like a Corellian freighter. The way her jaw set a second after she looked away from him reminded the warrior of someone loading a slugthrower and cocking it back. And when she turned her brown glare back in his direction he had the nearly irresistible urge to duck.
Maybe he should have.
~*Listen, Savin. If you want to go play around with those girls over there, that's fine. If that's the kind of woman you're looking for, by all means. Go. Have fun with them*~
What nerve! It wasn't like that at all! He needed to stay mobile until the aka's start. He was just-
~*But you will not treat me like you treat them and you will stop f@#$ing with me, you understand?*~
Self-righteousness gave way to shock as his grey eyes opened a bit wider. He had not heard this tone from her before. And she never cursed at him before. She must have felt pretty strongly about all this.
~*I'm tired of dancing around this with you. I didn't come here with you to be treated like one of your adoring airheaded little hardbodies, and if that's all I'm going to get I'm done. I'm not going to play your game, and you aren't ready for mine*~
This wasn't just jealousy talking. She was really mad. More than that..
~*You will stop treating me like one of your cheap sluts and you will treat me with respect. I'm a grown woman and I'm no man's plaything. Believe me when I tell you I've had plenty of that, and I won't tolerate it from you or anyone. Are we clear? That's it. I'm done.*~
..She was -hurt-. Savin allowed that revelation to swim about in his head a moment. He looked back on his intentions and everything he had said to her tonight. Everything that happened. Whatever conclusion the Mando'ad came to from his pontification, he kept it to himself. The only outward sign of the results would be an almost annoyed frown that marred his visage.
"Fine."
He turned to face the bar fully, more than ready to just get his job done and wait in the car with a bottle of something nice. But, -why- would he be avoiding a perfectly good party with -plenty- of 'adoring airheaded little hardbodies' for him to head out and have a -real- party with? Because, he could only do that if he cared a -lot- less than he actually did. He wasn't annoyed with her at all.
He was annoyed with -himself-.
"Alema...." His voice was -worlds- softer than it normally was. He finally turned to face his date fully although his eyes didn't immediately follow. When they did, his grey gaze leveled onto her brown eyes completely.
:::Sav'ika. When you hurt a woman's feelings, you don't just let it sit. You go -right- to her and you let her know how bad you feel for hurting her. For men, we can do something else and forget about it. Women remeber, ad'ika..they -always remeber. And it festers in them. Like a poison. And the longer it stays in their hearts..the more you die to them. You want a dala'ika to forget about you..never say 'I'm sorry'. Now, hand me those flowers. You may want to stay away from the house for a few hours...:::
The -one- time Savin didn't follow this tidbit of father's advice to the letter cost him more than he could ever imagine. He would not make that mistake twice..
"..I'm sorry. I never want you to ever feel that I think so little of you. You saved my life on Myrkr and you carry yourself with a poise that I respect. It bothers me that you would ever think that I see you as any less."
His shoulders drooped ever so slightly. "But, I guess I haven't given you to much to go on, 'lek? I just thought...*sigh* No, I wasn't thinking. I should have told you the -whole- plan. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"I'll tell you what..You looked like you where discussing something with Serrena. You go an handle that.." He sat down on one of the nearby chairs at the bar, straitening his suit. "..I'll wait here for you and we can dance..if you'll still have me."
His voice was even and sincere. There was no bravado, nor jest in his words. Only the rumbling Dxun accent laced with the accent of one who has spoken Mando'a all their life that the warrior had become known for. That and the truth..
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
When Alema told Savin she was done she'd meant it, and when the words found their way out into the air they took with them the last of her will to have this discussion. She didn't expect him to care. She just needed to draw that line, put up that barrier for her own protection.
"Fine."
She waited for the careless adolescent smug demeanor to return. She waited for her chance to dismiss him for good, secure in the knowledge that nothing she said or did would make a difference. Why should it? He had enough women. He didn't need one around that gave him this much trouble for so little in return.
In a flash Alema realized she hadn't meant to change anything by speaking to him the way she had. It hadn't even occurred to her. All she'd wanted was to drive him back to a safe distance. Far enough that it wouldn't have to matter what he thought or how he treated anybody. Far enough that it wouldn't have to matter what she thought of him.
"Alema.... ..I'm sorry."
Her eyes never left Savin's as he spoke, searching for some trace of the callousness and falseness that had gradually been building up between them ever since she'd begun seeing a goal reflected in those grey eyes instead of just... Cobalt. Just a woman. She waited for the last blow to fall and when Savin fell silent Alema realized it hadn't come.
She lowered her head and the only sign that Alema was considering his words was a brief and subtle tensing in her arms. Even that a less observant man would have missed.
"Ow!"
"Well? What was that for?"
"I don't know! You smacked me and then you smacked me again! I don't know what it was for!"
"You flinched. What's worse, I saw it. And so I did it again. Do you understand? Again." The ruler came down on the girl's hand once more. A tiny movement in the child's eyelid was the only sign that she'd even noticed. "Good. You're getting better. But someday you'll have to endure worse than this."
She'd been afraid to nod. Afraid to react. What could she say to that?
"When that day comes, remember. You cannot stop a sandstorm by fighting it. And you cannot stop pain by showing it. Wait it out. Eventually it will be over. So no more tears, all right?"
Her training was straining to take over. Every lesson, every memory was screaming to her to just deal with this later when she was alone, when it was safe. She'd always treated the two as if they were the same.
But wasn't that the problem? Wasn't there enough insincerity on both sides? With a deep breath she told all the lessons to leave her in peace, just for tonight. Tonight she didn't want to be the temptress, the conniving vengeful seductress wielding her body and words like scalpels. Just for tonight, Alema needed to be herself. Nothing more or less. They both deserved at least that much.
She swallowed and broke her practiced stillness to look up and nod at Savin.
"Thank you." Alema took a deep breath and spared a hesitant smile. "I'd like that." She nodded again, more to herself than to Savin. "I'd like that a lot," she finished quietly.
Alema stopped halfway to her table as if to verify that Savin was still where she thought he was. There he sat, just like he'd told her he would.
She slid back into her seat near Serrena and laced her fingers together, staring down at her thumbs self-consciously like a child a third of her age. "Hey Serrena," she said. "I, um. Sorry about that."Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 7/17/07 10:18 pm
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James took another look around the room, and almost laughed when he came to the realization, that colors were the same as the inside of his orphanage play room.
EzCode Parsing Error:]"I think I like it as is really. Nostalgic for me."[
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The Mando'ad was as good as his word. He remained in the spot where she left him, giving her a small smile and a nod as she turned to look back to him on her way back to Serrena's table.
Savin resisted the urge to oogle at the retreating form of the blue comms officer of the CFR. As good as she looked in that dress, he would have felt guilty to eyeball her luscious sheb after the heart to heart they just had. After telling her how much he respected her and how she was -not- some chep bimbo to hang off his arm.
He'd give it another three minutes before he started to mentally undress her again.
Hey...three minutes is a long time.
"May I get a drink for you, sir?"
"Black al-..." He thought about that for a full second before changing his mind. "Make that a Fruit Fizzy." The Mando'ad frowned as he took a swig of his 'light' drink, scanning the room with his grey gaze. It lacked the punch of his preferred brew. But, he realized that he needed to keep from hitting the spirits too hard. He still had a job to d-
:::No frelling way:::
There was no mistaking it. Savin had spent three days memorizing the man's face. He even recognized the man's escort as they walked into the main ballroom. The two Mando's target had arrived, leaving his room perfectly unoccupied. -Finally-.
"It's about shabla time." Muttered the Mando'ad as he stood, starting toward the door. "Adenn, come in. Look alive ner vod'ika. It's showti-..." Savin stooped in mid-step. This could take all night. Or at, least most of it. He may not be able to even make it back to the party at all. He found one of the girls from earlier smiling at him from a small crowd. Feh. No need to worry about not seeing her again. He glanced at the small drink in his hand. He set it on the tray one of the attendants carried as they walked past him. Ok, problem solv-
He looked back to the chair that he was just sitting in. He remembered a pair of soft brown eyes.
*Sigh*
"Adenn, come in...Savin." He took in a slow breath before continuing.
"Abort abort abort. The target just sent some of his entourage back up to his room. The target room is too hot, repeat, the target room is too hot. Only a crazy Mando would try this alone. Crimson out." He knew Adenn would get the reference. He just -gave- him the Op and the pay commensurate with it's successful completion.
Savin would not see any cut for the mission that was, more or less, a blue milk run for an operative of Savin's experience or Adenn's raw talent. Adenn could look forward to a -large- payoff should he decide to carry on.
:::A promise is a promise:::
The well-dressed warrior came to back to his table to find a smaller twi'lek male chatting up a waitress who -really- seemed to just want to go back to her job.
"Pardon me burc'ya..but you seem to be in my seat."
The smaller man turned to come face to face with -far- more Mando than he was ready to face. Which, of course, was any Mando at all.
"And I think you need to leave my little sister alone...you read me, Mir'osik?" He leaned down to get in the -much- smaller man's face as his grey glare burrowed into the twi'lek's reddish orbs. The man nodded as he -quickly- vacated the area.
"Thanks." Said the young woman as she returned to the back of the bar to fix more drinks handing the Mando a tall glass of Black ale. "I remember hearing you ask for it before."
"Vor'e cyar'ika." Smiled the Mando as he could finally -drink- without worry. "That guy give you any more problems, you let me know, 'lek?"
The young woman nodded and continued off to earn her credits. Something Savin would -not- be doing by opting to sit there. But, he made a promise. That..and he owed her no less....and he really looked forward to dancing tonight.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting) Stop it, Alema told herself. Stop looking.
As her eyes swept around the room the Twi'lek determinedly held her gaze away from the decorative mirrors lining the room. Intended to make any ballroom look larger and grander, they were no less heavily decorated than anything else here.
Stop that this instant. What are you, sixteen?
It was just still somewhat incredible. He was... he was really just sitting there. In spite of his adoring audience, in spite of his probable eagerness to get his job done, there the Mandalorian sat.
Sparing another glance, she flicked her eyes up to the glass and froze. He was up and moving again. She caught his reflection in another mirror. Looked like he was muttering to himself, which likely meant he was talking to his friend over his comm.
Oh Savin COME ON you have GOT to be KIDDING me. Was he really doing this? Her expression a thinly-veiled hard mask, she drew her eyes away from the mirror just as she saw a tiny shake of Savin's head. The motion drew her eyes back and she...
...she saw the man going back. Back where he said he would wait for her. The Twi'lek released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. He wasn't going. The Mandalorian would not have even come without that job.
Is he staying for me? Alema bit her lower lip, trying to hold back a grin and knowing she was failing.
She saw Serrena looking at her and coughed awkwardly. "It's nothing. Things are... complicated. Or they're less complicated than they were. I... don't actually know. ...But it's nothing."
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Jon grimached inwardly as he saw the worried expression on the Twi'lek's face. He saw how she kept her eye on him until the big Mando'ade distracted her. He grinned when he saw how she led the obvious warrior twice her size to the bar like a chastised puppy.
His attention returned to the brunette at the table. She was obviously an unhappy lady. Instinctively Jon wanted to comfort her - it was the way he was raised to be concerned and compassionate; but, he didn't come here to socialize and romance was definitely the farthest thing from his mind right now.
The twi'lek returned to the table leaving the Mandalorian at the bar and resumed her conversation with her friend.
It seemed the crowd was thinning, so, Jon thought he would work his way to an exit. As he left his seat he impulsively stopped at the ladies' table saying, "Pardon me."
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Kat looked around the room. "I heard you Mist but I dont think the boys would apreciate to much pink." She gigled and noticed James reflective look. "Remembering the good old days love?"
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The dancer had remained silent, watching Savin with a gaze even she couldn't quite put a name on. Nodding as Alema stood and led the Mando away - which was a stunner in itself - bright crimson eyes followed the impeccably built warrior. None of their conversation reached her ears, though if she was reading Alema's posture properly, then Savin was getting the dressing down of a lifetime.
She shrugged, mostly to herself, and plucked a mixed drink from the tray of a passing server. Downing most of it quickly, she lingered over the last sip until Alema finaly returned and sat beside her.
"It's nothing. Things are... complicated. Or they're less complicated than they were. I... don't actually know. ...But it's nothing."
"Even I know its more than 'nothing', Alema...far more." Serrena replied softly, staring wistfully between the two of them before polishing off her drink. Standing slowly, she half-smiled down at her friend. "Go. You want to. I can see it. I'm going take myself back to my hotel room and pass out. Alone."
Her heels dangling in her fingers, Serrena turned to leave. Her departure, however, was delayed somewhat, by Jon's arrival. "And you are?" she asked softly, arching an eyebrow at him, though her crimson gaze took a long, appreciative look out of reflex.
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Alema sighed as she watched Serrena stand. She couldn't take care of the dancer and take care of herself tonight, and something told her that Serrena needed it more. If the Twi'lek thought it was just her own determined stoicism kicking in she might have had an easier time putting it out of her mind. She hadn't had anybody to care about, to worry about, in years and the urge to stay with Serrena and comfort her was a very powerful one.
But Serrena wasn't oblivious, however much she'd been drinking. She knew that there were other things on Alema's mind as well.
The comms officer opened her purse and slipped her hand inside, rifling around for a moment. The amazing thing about a woman's purse was that it could contain any number of things of any size and variety from any imaginable source. She'd resolved not to stuff it to capacity before she left, and somehow it had happened anyway when she wasn't looking. A purse has a terrible power.
She stood as she pulled a comlink out of her purse. It was slightly larger than normal and weighed heavily in her hand, but Alema was glad she'd brought it. Taking Serrena's hand, the one not holding her shoes, Alema gave her the comlink. "Just take this. It's one of mine. I altered the power source so it's a little heavier and doesn't last as long but it's got a longer range so you shouldn't have any trouble reaching me. Let me know if you need anything and..."
How to put this...
"Whatever else is going on tonight, you should know I'm not going to be... in a position where I'm uncallable at any point." She chose her words carefully and knew Serrena of all people would catch her meaning. With a quick, worried frown she reached out to embrace her melancholy young friend.
"Take care of yourself and..." She dropped her voice so that only Serrena could hear her. "Please don't leave with him he's creepy." She drew back and tried to think of something else to say, but more advice wasn't forthcoming. "Okay?"
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Jon smiled warmly at the brunette and, bowing slightly, replied,"My name is Jon Paolo. I apologize for intruding but I felt I needed to ask your friend for her forgiveness."
Turning to the twi'lek Jon continued, "I was rude earlier, staring at you the way I was, and I do hope you can forgive me. You look so much like... an old friend... when I saw you, it was like seeing a ghost. Please believe I meant you no disrespect."
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting) "That's..." Alema nodded as she stepped away from Serrena. "It's fine. Really. My name is Alema and... I can see how you might confuse me for someone else."
After all, she thought somewhat unkindly. Blue is blue, right?
Now she really felt the urge to stay with Serrena. Looking from Jon to the young dancer, Alema didn't feel quite comfortable leaving her alone with a stranger who'd been acting more than a little strange. It was a point in his favor that he introduced himself instead of lurking in the shadows staring intently at the nearest blue woman.
Just the same. Serrena was lonely, newly single, and had been drinking. Now there was some strange man trying to chat them up. Even if Alema had wanted to go spend time with Savin, see if he was really serious about changing the way he treated her... Serrena came first.
She turned back to Serrena again. "So you'll call me if you need anything, right?"
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Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting) "I promise, Alema...here..." Serrena began, plucking a tiny paper card from her almost-forgotten purse, as she put the comlink away. "...I'm staying at the Ambassador Hotel...my room and floor are on the card. You can come check on me later or tomorrow."
Nodding with a tiny wink and smile to Alema, Serrena's crimson gaze slid over Jon briefly. With a sigh, the dancer gathered what remained of her sobriety, her shoes in one hand, her purse in the other and left the ballroom.
Once outside, with assistance from one of the valets, she summoned an air taxi and was soon on her way.
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Jon smiled and nodded a brief goodbye to the brunette as she left and said to the twi'lek, "Alema, You're very kind. Thank you. Look, I won't detain you any longer. I just didn't want to leave any bad feelings in my wake if possible. Perhaps our paths will cross again some day and I'll have a chance to redeem myself to you. I have to go now. I have a flight to catch off-world."
Bowing slightly Jon turned and headed for the exit. Outside he hailed a sky-taxi and instructed the driver, "Spaceport, private side please." Time to get off this planet he thought to himself.
Edited by: Jon Paolo at: 7/19/07 12:51 am
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The rest of the trip home had been relatively solemn. Eyes of bright blue were cast with an inner ache to perch and snuggle up against familiar warmth and gentle manner, but such could wait for the child until she got home. Jacelyn would be most eager to give the comfort when they arrived.
It wasn't a moment too soon for any of them. The active child sprinted for her room, first thing. Jacelyn followed, perhaps because she needed to as much for herself as for the child.
Pausing, Jacelyn set herself to lazily rest against the door frame while watching little Ishta climb into bed with grave urgency.
"It's not time for bed yet, my little dove."
Words that could have gone unsaid, but did not.
"Please .. I want to be in bed. I want to .."
Jacelyn curtly cut the child off, pulling herself away from the doorway, only to cautiously make her way to Ishta's bedside.
"I know what you want. I won't make you suffer. I've done enough of that tonight, for everyone."
Both the woman and the child reached out to each other at the same time. On her knees within the bed, Jacelyn could do nothing more but craddle Ishta within her warm embrace. It was just what Ishta had been expecting, and more.
"Why must you do this to yourself, Missy! Why!"
"I do not know." She whispered the words after closing her eyes while she began to rock Ishta ever so slowly and gently in her arms.
"Sometimes .. ! Sometimes I wish you were not a Sith!"
Jacelyn smiled shyly.
"Does it destroy how you see me?"
"Yes!"
Reopening her eyes, Jacelyn could see the child's eyes swirl with pain, knowing that she was ready to cry.
"Please do not cry, my dove. You know it hurts me to see it."
"I do not want to let go of your warmth! It's my favorite part of you! Please don't take it away from me!"
A quiet bitterness filled Verdon, but she quickly let it go.
"I would never do such a thing to one so precious as you. Please do not thnik of me this way. I would give my very life for you, Ishta. You've given me many beautiful and rare gifts, and they mean everything to me, as you do."
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Tiara traveled in silence for a simple reason: Ishta was with them, and the things she wanted to discuss with her beloved were for adults. She did her best to keep to the background and remain unobtrusive, allowing the two of them to share their own time. It was a rare, heartwarming moment for Tiara: she loved Ishta dearly, but couldn't bring herself to offer the kind of tenderness Jacelyn was capable of. It never concerned her - Jacelyn was always there to provide the warmth while Tiara could see to her guidance.
Tonight there was a slight complication - it wasn't the first time, but this seemed to hit her beloved harder than before. These occurances would simply have to stop; they were spoiling the good order of Tiara's home, and she could hardly move ahead with her projects until this was dealt with.
She allowed the two of them to stay together as long as she could; finally it was Ishta's bedtime. "That's enough, Precious. You need your rest, and Mommy needs to talk with Missy." She offered a smile as concern spread across Ishta's face. "A nice talk ... things will be better, Precious; you'll see."
Closing the door, Tiara led Jacelyn down the stairs to the parlor where they could talk. "Is that what this is all about: you being unsure about your role as a Sith? You can walk away from it, you know: I don't expect you to be something you can't, or more importantly don't wish to be.
"It tears at me to see you like this, beloved - and I won't have it anymore. I know I don't show it well, but I do care for you deeply, and your happiness is important to me. So: tell me what it would take to make you happy, and I'll see that it is done. Don't be afraid: you have endangered nothing. You're still my beloved Jacelyn, and you're still Ishta's beloved Missy. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that. I love you, and you cannot test my patience beyond my ability to forgive you ... though it might do your own heart some good to stop trying.
"Now relax, calm yourself, and tell me what it is that you want."
Re: This Calls for a Celebration! (Open, no fighting)
Oren had led Ishta upstairs and settled her while looking to repair or replace her dress. As she did so, Ishta sat waiting in silence, and waiting ... and waiting ... and waiting. All the while tension continued to build in her, and as it did a sense of desperation grew.
She wished that she was gone - up in space in the ball of her Interceptor. Things were always so simple: command would direct her fire, and she would destroy the enemy. No confusion, no ambivilence, no people pulling this way or that, and most of all no choices for her to make beyond which opponent to turn into a fireball first. It was simple, and simplicity appealed to Ishta. She wished that Jacelyn would be simple, and she wished that Oren would be simple. They could use her, abuse her, or dump her aside - she didn't care so long as they would just do it and be done with it!
As it was she was torn and confused, and if this kept up she feared that her head would simply burst with the pressure.
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