Cheriss. It sounded like a chocolate kiss or something, not that the kind that some guy might wish from her, but the kind you might find in a candy shop if being honest. Was Xyrin being honest? Maybe. Maybe not. Definitely about her own name, anyway.
Ktrame. Now that one she liked the sound of. Sounded like a blade. Either way, their names were names, not chosen but given. It’s what they made of them that mattered anyhow. It wasn’t something that Xyrin felt was worth a fight over as these women exchange in conversation and debates.
“If you say so.”
Maybe the pleasure was all hers. It wasn’t Xyrin’s regardless.
Cheriss offered her the option of sitting or sleeping. One option sounded as sufficient as the other except for the sleeping part. For all she knew Xyrin would wake up to a dagger in the darkness.
Then came the comment on the glass. How it tended to smash. Cheriss didn’t wait for a response and good for her but it wouldn’t have mattered. Xyrin’s only response was silence, and a look in her eyes as she would watch Cheriss the Champion walk off, but there were no daggers delivered.
However, after the Human disappeared into the cockpit, the Sith relaxed, leaned back in her seat, crossed one leg over the other just like her arms, and looked at that glass with a grin. So it begins. Two there shall be. No more, no less. Two Sith and two women. Xyrin and Cheriss. Let's see who wins.
@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)
Ktrame. Now that one she liked the sound of. Sounded like a blade. Either way, their names were names, not chosen but given. It’s what they made of them that mattered anyhow. It wasn’t something that Xyrin felt was worth a fight over as these women exchange in conversation and debates.
“If you say so.”
Maybe the pleasure was all hers. It wasn’t Xyrin’s regardless.
Cheriss offered her the option of sitting or sleeping. One option sounded as sufficient as the other except for the sleeping part. For all she knew Xyrin would wake up to a dagger in the darkness.
Then came the comment on the glass. How it tended to smash. Cheriss didn’t wait for a response and good for her but it wouldn’t have mattered. Xyrin’s only response was silence, and a look in her eyes as she would watch Cheriss the Champion walk off, but there were no daggers delivered.
However, after the Human disappeared into the cockpit, the Sith relaxed, leaned back in her seat, crossed one leg over the other just like her arms, and looked at that glass with a grin. So it begins. Two there shall be. No more, no less. Two Sith and two women. Xyrin and Cheriss. Let's see who wins.
@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)